Deeks' head was swimming when he finally woke up again. The sun was shining through the high window, so it was at least the day after he'd shown up here. Over twelve hours of being a prisoner in this nightmare he'd found himself in. He knew it was too soon to give up hope, but it was hard not to. And just knowing that he was on his own made it so much worse.

Maybe if he'd built up a better relationship with the team, they would know something wasn't right. If he hadn't been so flippant about LAPD notifying them if something happened, maybe they would question a random text. Somehow he hadn't bonded with his coworkers, but someone he'd spent a total of less than an hour with had gotten so obsessed with him that she'd gone to these lengths. His situation with Sylvia had been one thing, but this was on a whole different, terrifying level.

Deeks' mouth was so dry and tasted like death, which probably had something to do with whatever he was dosed with this time. He pretty much had no experience with drugs, besides a joint or two back in the day with Ray, so he didn't know what was normal. He'd heard of some guys going so deep undercover and getting hooked on the drugs they'd had to work with during operations, but Deeks had been lucky enough to never have been put in that situation. What if these were addictive? What if he got out of this, but still couldn't escape the need for the drug? That might be the worst outcome of all.

"Good morning, sleepyhead!" Carly said cheerily as she bounced back into the room. Deeks couldn't do much more than stare at her blankly at this point. He didn't have it in him to play along with her games. "I hope you slept well. I know this isn't the most comfy position, but I didn't have much of a choice. I'm sure you'll be able to join me in my room soon enough." Deeks wanted to scream at her that he'd never go to bed with her willingly, but there would be no point. He wasn't going to be able to convince her that what she was doing was wrong. Any sane person would see that by now.

"I have breakfast cooking right now, so I can't stay back here for too much longer. I think you'll like it though. My oatmeal is the best and I'll make sure to sprinkle extra brown sugar on top of yours," Carly giggled, bouncing away as if she hadn't a care in the world. As if she didn't have a man tied down in her guest room. Deeks gritted his teeth, knowing this time he wasn't going to just accept Carly's extra brown sugar sprinkle. He'd learned the hard way what that really meant. He wasn't going to take anything from her. If pretending he didn't hate her wouldn't work for him, he'd try something else.

"Here we are!" Carly announced as she came back into the room carrying a tray. There was the aforementioned oatmeal and a glass of milk, both looking wholly unappealing to Deeks. If he was on a desert island, he'd pour out a glass of water she handed him. "I accidentally got distracted and burned a little of the oatmeal, but I think I got all the dark spots out. I'm sure it's still good." Deeks resolutely turned his head away from her, making it clear he was not interested.

"It's not good enough? All the work I put in doesn't matter?" Carly hissed slamming the tray down on the nightstand. Deeks suppressed his jump of surprise at the loud clack. He'd caved when she said the same thing last night and pretty much drugged himself, so he wasn't planning on doing the same. And there was a part of him that wondered what she would actually do if she got angry. What if she was all bark and no bite? Sure, she'd hit him with something before and knocked him out, but it was a lot different to do something when the person was staring you in the face.

"Come on, I know you'll like it once you try it," Carly cajoled, grabbing the bowl and lifting a spoonful up to his mouth. He kept his lips pursed, feeling like a stubborn toddler. She poked it into his face a few times, her huffs getting more and more annoyed the longer he resisted her attempts.

"You wanna be like that? Fine!" Carly snapped, throwing the bowl down onto his chest. There wasn't much force behind the toss and the oatmeal that plopped out wasn't very hot, but Deeks still couldn't stop himself from jumping in surprise. He hadn't been expecting that reaction and he was really glad she didn't aim for his face. The lingering headache he already had was bad enough. "I try so hard to make things nice for you and look what I get. You try to get up without telling me, you fight my food. Love isn't supposed to be this hard! Maybe I was wrong about you?"

Deeks' ears perked up at that, but he still didn't look up at her. What were the chances that meant she'd cut her losses and let him go? More than likely it meant Russ would be paying him a visit and while he'd never thought the man was capable of murder before, he wouldn't bet on it now. Not when it was his own life on the line. Should he even bother saying anything to plead his case? He might have an easier time antagonizing Russ into unlocking him to make it a fairer fight than convincing Carly to let him go.

"No, no, this is just a speedbump. All couples go through this, right? We just haven't figured out how to argue yet," Carly murmured, leaning forward to wipe up the mess she made on him. Her fingers lingered on his chest a bit and Deeks jerked, trying to avoid being touched. His wrist stung even more than it had before and he looked up and noticed the cuffs had been tightened considerably from where they'd been the day before. That last little bit of hope being taken away from him snapped something inside of him and thoughts of self preservation flew out the window. Deeks was beginning to think he wasn't very good at being a prisoner.

"Don't touch me!" Deeks spat, sending his most disgusted glare up at Carly. She reared back in surprise, which made Deeks even more frustrated. How could someone in her position be surprised by his reaction? Would she be cheery if the tables were turned?

"Where is this coming from?" Carly whispered, covering her mouth.

"You have me tied up and you drugged me. How am I supposed to feel?" Deeks hissed, feeling himself shake with anger. "This isn't right and I know you know that." Carly had her face scrunched up in confusion as if she really didn't understand the problem. There was something seriously wrong here. If he wasn't the one caught up in this shitty situation, he'd be trying to get her the help she clearly needed.

"Ohh!" Carly exclaimed, smiling again as if nothing happened. Deeks wanted to scream. "This is about those sleeping pills I gave you last night. That was just to get you to sleep easier. There's nothing in the breakfast." She happily finished cleaning up the mess, as if everything was fine between them again. As if he still wasn't her captive.

"You need to let me go Carly. This isn't right," Deeks demanded.

"I know it's not ideal, but it's what's best right now," Carly argued.

"It's not! This is illegal and besides that, it's morally wrong."

"If you hadn't been so blind before, it wouldn't have come to this. If you'd just given me a chance, you'd see that we were meant to be together!" Carly cried, turning and burying her face in her hands. Deeks pulled on his wrists, praying to feel any sort of give. His skin would before anything else. "Still trying to leave me. I can't deal with this right now." Carly rushed out of the room, weeping softly to herself. Deeks redoubled his efforts, pulling at all of his limbs and hoping for a miracle. Doing anything would be better than sitting and doing nothing. At least the pain would distract him from how hopeless this all was.

"I think maybe you're just tired and getting a little more rest will help us both," Carly said as she came back in. She was stirring something in a glass in her hands.

"Carly, no!" Deeks yelled, using all of his energy to try to move away from her approach. Not again.

"This will just help calm you down so we can have a rational conversation later, okay? Russ said it's good," Carly replied, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I don't want it!" Deeks growled, clamping his mouth shut. He couldn't go through it again. Everytime he woke up, it felt like it took longer for him to get his wits about him again. He already lost control of his body, but losing control of his mind would be too much to bear.

"Fighting will only make this harder," Carly sighed, bringing the glass up to his mouth. There wasn't a lot of liquid in the tall glass, so not much hope in sloshing it out with aggressive movements. Deeks just had to keep his mouth shut. "I didn't want to have to do it this way, but you've given me no choice." Deeks only had time to flick his eyes in her direction before she was pinching his nose closed with one hand, while still keeping the glass up to his mouth. Deeks thrashed, but her grip was too strong. He could feel tears prick his eyes as his body begged for air, but he couldn't give in. He'd rather die right here than give in and prolong this nightmare, but his bodily instincts had other plans.

Deeks tried only opening his mouth a crack to get air, but that was all Carly needed. She took advantage of the situation and shoved the lip of the glass in his mouth, dumping the contents down his throat. Before he could even attempt spitting it all out, she tossed the empty glass to the side and slapped her hand over his mouth, trapping the drug filled liquid. Deeks could feel the grittiness in his mouth and he knew there was too much, but he couldn't do anything. He closed his eyes as he finally gave in and swallowed, a part of him hoping this would be the thing that finally took him out. If this was going to be his life, he didn't want to live it.

Carly finally uncovered his nose and he dragged in desperate breaths, keeping his eyes closed as he felt her petting his head. She was murmuring something, but Deeks wasn't paying attention. If these were his last moments, he'd rather spend them with his memories than in the hell he found himself in.

Deeks thought of his teen years with Ray, after his dad was finally gone and his mom was able to smile again. He thought of graduating from law school and the feeling of pride he felt for himself. Of deciding to move into police work and the rush he felt when he closed his first undercover case. Those rare mornings in the bullpen where the banter was fun and held promise of friendships to come. Of a place he could finally feel at home. But it was too late for that now.