Tru trudged onward feeling a little like something the proverbial cat dragged in. At least it had stopped raining. She winched as her toe struck a rock and once again made a mental note to throw out every shoe with more than a two inch heel as soon as she got home, if she every got home.

"So this is what happens when I try to take a vacation. I was better off staying home and fighting the good fight." She smiled ruefully.

She frowned and paused for a minute. She had the distinct feeling she was being watched, not only that but she could have sworn she heard someone whisper her name. She turned in a complete circle her gaze finally coming to rest upon the darkest part of the woods.

"Tru." She heard it again, this time it was a little bit louder and closer than the first. She took a step back, and willed herself not to run off like the shrieking banshee. Suddenly Tru felt like a blond bimbo in a B-rated horror movie. It was so easy to comfortably sit on your couch in the safety of your own home and yell at the girl on the screen to run, but now since their roles were reversed Tru felt as if someone had super glued her feet to the road.

What would Neve Campbell do? She asked herself. Without another moments hesitation she took off running for all she was worth her boots nosily smacking the asphalt road as she tried to put as much distance as she could between her and the woods. Her mind raced through all the possibilities and scenarios and she sped up, the what if's fueling the adrenaline already coursing through her body.

"Tru." She heard it again and risked a glance over her shoulder. She didn't see anything, but Tru knew better than anyone that just because you couldn't see it didn't mean it wasn't there. She turned back around but not in time to avoid the fallen tree branch strewn across her path.

"Ooffh." She grunted as she landed painfully on her stomach. She whipped around gearing up for a fight. She glanced up just in time to see an owl fly by.

"Hoot." It called out as if to mock her. Tru let out a ragged breath as she realized the culprit was the owl. She gingerly got to her feet wincing as the adrenaline faded leaving her in pain.

"Where's a BB gun when you need one." She asked sourly. She turned and with as much pride as she could muster began to walk to the gas station that was now visible. Screw pride she thought to herself and began to limp.

Harrison Davies sniffled a yawn and for the hundredth time that night wondered what the hell he was doing there. He was parked outside his targets house waiting for him to slip up so he could take the photos and go home. All he had to do was take a few pictures of the very married Mr. Jenkins with his new flavor of the month.

He sighed and began thinking about what he would have been doing if he had driven up to Clarkdale with Tru today rather than meeting her next week. Right now they would have been merrily on their way to the cabin, if not already there. They probably would have been fighting over control of the radio or make up some funny story.

Harrison looked down at his watch, only two minutes had gone by. He took a sip of his now cold coffee and shook his head. It was going to be a long night.

Tru felt a sense of relief wash over her as she pulled up to the cabin. It sat overlooking the lake, it's poster sized windows made for the perfect view. It was classy, but not over the top just perfect for the week of relaxation she planned to enjoy. She tugged her suitcase out of the trunk and dragged it up the stairs leading to the cabin. After a few minutes of searching she finally located her keys and let herself in. Clicking on the lights she took and quick glance around and felt her troubles melt away. As she headed to the master bedroom the only thing on her mind was a hot steamy bath. She put on her Nora Jones CD and began unpacking smiling dreamily as her favorite song came on.

"Come away with me in the night." Tru's husky voice blended perfectly. Her mother had always told Tru she had a beautiful voice and encouraged her to use it more often. Shrugging out of her T-shirt she tossed it aimlessly onto the bed. She had reached up behind her to unhook her bra when she heard a wolf whistle.

"Now Tru if you expect our relationship to remain strictly professional, then I suggest that you don't undo that." She whirled around obscenities flowing from her mouth like a water fountain.

"What the hell are you doing here!" She asked angrily with venom on her tongue and fire in her eyes. She watched as Jacks eyes raked over her body.

"What happened to you." He asked taking in her ripped jeans, bloodied palms and mud streaked face.

"It's laundry day." She spit out sarcastically to angry to be modest and cover herself. Plus she wouldn't give Jack the satisfaction of seeing her squirm.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She repeated her voice low, but her voice still laced with anger.

"You don't write, you don't call. I'm starting to get the impression you don't care." He replied calmly.

" That's what you came here for, to annoy the hell out of me. You came to drive me crazy. I just wanted a little peace and quiet." She yelled her voice echoing through cabin.

"Get out; Get out now before I call the police, or before I kill you with my bare hands." She shrieked trying to push him toward.

He chuckled softly at her failed attempts to move him. Before she could even react he snagged her wrist and pulled her against him. Then he pinned her arms to her sides.

"You don't want to piss me off now, I could do whatever my little heart pleases to you and there's nothing you could do to stop me." He whispered menacingly into her ear.

He shifted and something hard pressed against her belly. Oh God please let that be his belt she prayed.

"You don't have a heart, now get out." She said evenly. He released her.

"I'll be around." He smiled crookedly making it seem more like a threat than a fact. She watched as he walked out and shivered when she realized he wasn't wearing a belt.

Hi guys sorry the last chapter was so short after all this is my first fic. Anyway I would appreciate reviews. Don't worry the fun's not over yet. In fact it hasn't even begun yet...

-Reese