Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Yes, I'm still alive… Anyways, here's the next chapter and I hope that you all enjoy it.

Chapter Ten: Heather

It hurt when Heather's back slammed against the hard stone wall, but she barely had time to register the pain because less than a second later, Crane's lips were against her own. The shock and stun wore off at about the same time that his tongue forced its way into her mouth and, without her bidding, her hands found their way into his hair. Crane's hands had settled on her hips and he kept pressing himself tighter and tighter against her body. She had to admit, she had not expected this, but Heather sure as hell wasn't complaining. He grabbed her right arm with his right hand and spun her so that her back was to him and pinned her once again to the wall, pressing the length of his body to her backside. Heather inhaled sharply as he captured her earlobe between his teeth and tugged. His hand traveled up her bare arm, over her shoulder and came to rest at her neck, the pad of his thumb massaging just behind her jaw. His other hand tangled itself in her hair and he used it to jerk her head to the side, giving his full access to her neck. He nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin at the back of her neck, sending shiver after shiver gliding down her spine.

Suddenly, he took hold of her and spun back around to face him. He jerked her away from the wall and backed her up toward the cot. When it caught her at the back of the knees, she tumbled down onto the thin mattress; Crane came down with her, landing perfectly between her legs. He kissed her lips and then once again attacked her neck. Heather thought that maybe she was in shock. It was steadily becoming more and more difficult for her to breathe. Was this really happening? Sure, she had been teasing him and tempting him in the blind hope that he would give in and admit that he was attracted to her, but now that it was actually happening, she didn't know quite what to make of it.

His fingertips slid down her hip beneath the material of her pants and her breath shuttered. In a moment of desperation for pure physical closeness, Heather shoved his jacket back away from his shoulders. Crane rocked up onto his knees and shrugged out of his blazer; then he jerked his tie loose and up over his head before hurling it across the room and kissing her again. He shoved her shirt up to her chest and began fluttering kisses over the soft flesh of her stomach. She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back up to her face and kissed him again. She couldn't get enough of kissing him. He had an unbelievably strong kiss. He once again tangled his hand in her hair and jerked her head to the side and biting down on her neck. He seemed to have given himself over to complete and total reckless abandon. It was the sexiest thing Heather thought that she had ever seen, but it wasn't enough. She wanted to touch him; to feel his skin on her skin. She jerked at the material of his shirt, pulling the tails from the waist of his slacks. He cradled her face in his hands and kissed her chin, then both of her cheeks, and finally turned his full attention once again to her mouth. Heather was suddenly terrified that she might lose herself in the sudden euphoria of his kiss. She had never felt such untainted pleasure in anything. There had to be something about to happen that would ruin the moment, and then, something occurred to her. There was something about the situation that just seemed slightly…off. Heather had a funny feeling in her stomach that she just couldn't shake. Something was there, creeping around in the back of her mind if she could only put her finger on what it was. As Crane moved down her neck, his mouth covering her collarbone, that's when it hit her. Heather's eyes locked onto the camera lens embedded in the corner of the wall. That's what was bothering her.

"Crane." She said, tapping him on the shoulder. "Doc, someone's watching."

"What?" Crane said, raising up for a minute.

"The camera," she breathed, "someone is looking at us. I can feel it." And she could. She could feel eyes on her like tiny hands roaming all over her skin. The bliss, the euphoria of the moment was gone. She unconsciously scooted so that more of her was hidden behind Crane's body, despite the fact that she was still fully clothed.

Crane cocked an eyebrow at her. "Don't be ridicu…" He stopped mid-word and his face went slack and paled drastically.

"What?" Heather asked.

"The monitor." He said, "I didn't turn off the monitor."

"Well, didn't you lock your office?"

"I can't remember."

"That's not like you." Heather said.

Mistake.

Crane was suddenly on his feet and glaring at her. "Do you think that any of this is like me?" He growled, hastily tucking his shirttails back into his pants. "Do you think I go around shoving my tongue down all of my patients' throats?"

Heather thought about the few other patients that she had happened to come across in the asylum. Big, burly men the lot of them. "I hope not." She said, trying desperately to shake that image from her head.

Crane fixed her with a pointed stare and she raised her hands in surrender. "Sorry." She said, climbing to her feet. She was apologizing to him, but her gaze went straight to the camera in the wall. "But someone's still watching."

"You're being paranoid." Crane snapped.

"Really?" Heather said, crossing her arms over her chest. She was letting her anger override the creepy feeling in the pit of stomach. Anger definitely felt better. "Was that in my file?"

Crane threw her a murderous look as he pulled on his suit jacket. "Maybe it's a recent development." He spat.

Heather bit down hard on her tongue to keep herself from saying something that she knew she would regret as Crane flung open the door and stormed out. She kicked into gear and was instantly following at his heels, pumping her legs as hard as she could to keep up with his quick pace. He didn't try to stop her.

They pretty much ran through the halls until they reached the stairs that led up to his office, which he then bounded up two at a time. Heather stumbled at least three times and when she reached the top, she slammed directly into Crane's back because he had come to a complete halt on the top step. Heather had to catch hold of the wall to keep from falling back down the stairs, while the blow barely even rocked Crane's balance. Heather stabled herself on her feet and then peered around Crane's shoulder in attempt to see what it was that he was staring at.

There was a flat screen monitor on the wall, but what really drew the eye was that there was a large crack fanning out across the screen from the upper right hand corner. On the floor in front of it was a large golden paperweight that Heather recognized from Crane's desk. The paperweight was still rocking. Whoever had thrown hadn't been gone for very long.

"Hey, doc?" Heather said.

"Yes, Heather." Crane said walking over to his desk to retrieve his glasses.

"Who…"

"I don't know."

"Oh. Okay then." Heather said, "Can I go home, now?"

"No." Crane said simply before turning and walking out of his office, pushing his glasses onto his nose as he went.

Heather stood there for another second, staring at the now still paperweight. The fact that someone had been standing there watching her and Dr. Crane getting it on made her more than just a little uncomfortable. Okay, so she had just exposed herself to Crane and half of his staff, but she had been trying to make a point and with the payoff she had received, who could really blame her. But what had just gone on in her room had been one of the few things that she would consider extremely personal and extremely private. The fact that someone had been watching them somehow cheapened it for her. And apparently, it was someone who had not enjoyed the show.

"Heather!" she heard Crane call from the bottom of the stairs.

She snapped herself out of it and turned to join him. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, Crane surprised her by taking hold of her arm and leading her down the hallway, casting evil glares at anyone who stared at them for ever a beat too long. When they reached her cell, he shoved her through the door and leaned in, bracing himself with his hands against the doorframe.

"Wait here. Don't you dare leave this room with anyone who isn't me. I'll be back for you in twenty minutes." He said then turned to leave.

Heather stopped him, "Wait, you think I'm in danger?"

"I don't know." Crane said.

Heather smiled, "Awe, doc, are you worried about me?"

"Not now, Heather." He said.

"You not gonna answer my question?" she chimed. She was enjoying this way too much.

"Twenty minutes." He said and the door closed, leaving Heather smiling after him. Her eyes wandered up to the now useless camera lens and the smile faded. Who in the hell had been watching them? And who had it pissed off enough that they would smash the television?

Author's Note: I know, once again it's a really short chapter but sometimes I think that more is just more. Let me know what you think!