Jonathan eyed the phone. And then the picture. And then the phone. The more he thought about it, the more the last night's encounter had seemed planned. The more he thought about it… She had known who he was all along… She had called out his name… And the picture she left… The picture… He eyed it again, despite the fact that it sickened him. "Guess perversion runs in the family, doesn't it Dad?" he muttered before finally grabbing the phone and dialing the number on the back of the picture.

"Hello…" Dinah answered.

"I need to see you…" Jonathan said. "Now…"

"Who is this?" Dinah asked, despite the fact that she instantly recognized his voice. He certainly didn't need to know that she did.

Jonathan wasn't fooled. "You know damn well who this is…" he said. "And if you really think we'll be that good together then you better get over here fast because I have a feeling that whatever it is you're planning on doing… You need me a helluva lot more than I need you…"

Dinah was about to respond when he hung up the phone abruptly. Damn him. "So… I guess you're smarter than you look…" she mumbled. "But you're still no match for me…" She stuck the phone back into her pocket and headed straight for his motel room.

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"It's about time you got here…" Jonathan spat.

"I didn't realize that I was on a schedule…" Dinah spat back.

Jonathan slammed the door shut behind her. "Now you are going to tell me exactly what is going on!" he said angrily.

"Jesus Christ, calm down!" Dinah said.

"You obviously have some plan for me…" Jonathan said.

"Maybe I do…" Dinah responded.

"Well then tell me what the fuck it is!" Jonathan spat. "I know you were watching Sandy in that bar just as much as I was…"

"Only I'm not so pathetic that I had followed him there…" she snapped back.

"Well you must've been following him sometime… I mean… How else would you've gotten this?" He said, picking up the picture off the nightstand.

"Oh that…" she smiled. "That was just a present for you… You know… A little eye candy…" she winked.

Jonathan sighed angrily. "How did you know my name if I had never told it to you?" He said.

Damn. He had noticed. "Does it really matter?" she asked.

"I need to know…" he snapped.

"Well first…" she said. "There are some things that I need to know!"

"Like what?" he asked.

"Like why you follow him around… And if you hate him so damn much, then what's with the lovey-dovey picture in your wallet?"

"You looked through my things?" he snapped.

"Yeah…" she said. "So what if I did?"

"It's none of your business…" he snapped.

"I can't help you if you don't help me! You tell me what I need to know and then I will tell you everything that you want to know…"

"I follow him around because I am waiting for just the right moment to strike. I have no intention of letting him get away with this charade he's been pulling…"

"And the picture?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's just a picture…" he snapped. "What do you care?"

She chuckled slightly.

"What is so damn funny?" He snapped.

"Nothing…" she replied.

"Then tell me who the fuck you are and what exactly you want with me…"

"I want…" she said. "I want revenge…"

"Revenge? What did Sandy ever do to you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"He used me… And then he dumped me… Like I was nothing…"

Now Jonathan was the one who was laughing. "You think that I don't know him well enough to know that what you are telling me is preposterous? If you're not going to tell me the truth then you might as well just leave…"

"Would you just shut up and let me finish!" She snapped. "I was talking about your father, not Sandy!"

"My father…" he said. "Is dead…"

"Oh…" she said. "Is that what they told you? You might wanna take another look at the date on that photograph…"

"Photographs can easily be doctored…"

"Maybe…" she said. "But that one isn't…"

"So, what?" He said. "Sandy stole my father from you and now you want them both dead because of it? Is that what happened here?"

"Not exactly, no…" she said.

"Then what? What? And what exactly do you want me to do about it?"

"I think that if we work together we can get away with it…" she said.

"What? Get away with what?"

"We can kill Sandy… We can kill your father… And we can kill the woman who is responsible for all of your problems…"

"My problems?" he asked. "What do you know about my problems?"

"I know that you had it pretty rough growing up… That your father liked to take out all of his frustrations on you…"

"How do you know any of that?" he snapped.

"Sandy told me…" she said. "I know everything there is to know about you thanks to him… I mean… Unless he was lying…"

"Why do you want my mother dead?"

"Who said anything about your mother?"

"You said you wanted to kill the woman who was responsible for all of my problems… I just assumed you meant…"

"How much do you know about your mother?" she asked.

"They told me that she gave me up to protect me…"

"She did…" she said. "To protect you from your uncle… Who was driven insane by that worthless slut…" The hate that she felt was clearly visible in her eyes as she spoke. "That piece of trash…"

"What slut?" he asked.

"Your aunt…" she answered, her eyes still ablaze. "Cassie…"

"And why do you want her dead?" Jonathan asked.

"She took something… Very precious to me… Something that… I can never get back…" Dinah responded.

"And how exactly do you suppose that we go about doing this?"

"Well before I give you any details I need to know you're with me on this…"

"No… There are some more things that I need to know…"

"About what?"

"About my father."

"What about your father? He abandoned you. He threw you out like a piece of trash…"

"Yeah… And now… This thing with Sandy… I mean… He knows that Sandy isn't me, doesn't he?"

"Well of course he knows. If he didn't, do you think that he would be sleeping with him?"

Jonathan shrugged his shoulders. "Well…" he started.

"You know what…" Dinah cut in. "Don't answer that…"

"How could he be with that piece of trash knowing that he… He let me fall… He let me fall off that cliff and he didn't even bother to help me…"

"Well, you know what they say… Lust is blind… Your father never gave a damn about you anyways. If he did don't you think he would've kept you? I mean, if he wanted to keep you and keep you safe… Don't you think he could've done so?"

"Why should I believe one word that comes out of your mouth?"

"Why shouldn't you? I mean… Does it really mater if anything that I'm telling you isn't the truth? Is there any situation that would make you want that boy dead any less? Would any explanation he could give you change the fact that he let you fall off of that cliff? Would any explanation he could give you change the fact that he left you for dead and didn't even bother to call for help? Would any excuse that he could muster up for stealing your life be of any substance at all to you?"

"NO! Nothing he could say would change what I need to do!"

"Then quit questioning my motives and help me!"
"Why do you need my help anyways?"

"You know what they say… Two heads're better than one…"

"There's gotta be more to it than that… Why do I have a feelin' that you're settin' me up for somethin' bad? How do I know I'm not just gonna help you and… When push comes to shove I'll be the one to take the fall…"

"Well you don't know anything for sure. But let me ask you this. How much harder will it be to try to do this on your own? Yeah, maybe you'll get Sandy. But what about the other people who wronged you? Don't you wanna get them just as bad?"

"And what if I need some time to think this over?"

"Time? How much time are we talking about here? I mean, obviously it is gonna take a little time to put this into motion anyways. You know what. You tell me when you get serious about this…" Dinah's glance lingered on him for a few more seconds, punctuating the words that had just been spoken, before she headed out the door.