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Alice714: You already thought Kris was going to do something with the drinks? Woow! And there I thought it would be a total surprise! Good idea that you hope Richard will replace Nick, but I have something else in store for our two favourite characters (gna gna gna)

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Chapter 23

This picture of Kris did not fit the situation at all. She didn't seem worried, she seemed content and relaxed. Camille's mouth fell open as she stared at Kris, suddenly very suspicious in her own right.

"I'd stay kneeling, if I were you." Kris suggested to Camille. "That'll save you from a nasty fall." She explained cheekily as she crossed her legs. She was still sitting on Richard's desk.

"What have you done?!" Camille asked. Her voice sounded weak, far away. She couldn't catch her breath. It was like she like she had been sucker punched. This couldn't be true! It just couldn't!

"Just stay calm, Camille." Kris told her slowly. "This is extremely annoying. If you'd just drank all the lemonade like I asked you to, I wouldn't have you two on my hands now." She glared at Richard and then at Camille as she huffed angrily.

Camille straightened her back as she put Fidel's head down on the floor gently. "I don't understand."

"She never listens. Does she, Inspector?" Kris asked as she looked at Richard.

But Richard was already thinking five steps ahead. His focus was on the phone.

Kris's dark eyes flashed back to Camille. "That's the problem, isn't it, Camille? You don't understand a lot..."

Camille swallowed. This image of Kris didn't fit with how she knew her friend. She sounded mean and cold.

Kris looked at Richard. "O.. That's no use, Inspector. It really isn't." She said slowly as she saw how Richard's hand went for the phone behind his back.

Richard saw that the phone line was cut. He turned towards Kris who was looking at him like he was some sort of prey. He felt cold instantly, because for some reason, he did feel like prey. He had the feeling he couldn't go up against her, not now any way. She had planned this. She had surprised all of them. He couldn't understand how she had fooled him but he was sure that they were in deep trouble now. The way she sat there, so confident and relaxed. So sure of herself.

Camille swallowed as she looked around towards Dwayne. Realization began to hit very slowly. Her eyes got moist as she stood up. "Kris? What are you doing?" She asked softly. She needed Richard to be safe. He was standing next to her desk. She moved partly in front of him so Kris wouldn't see him very well.

"You're going in alone." Richard guessed as he measured Kris.

"Alone?" Camille parroted as she looked from Richard to Kris. That seemed dangerous. And why?

"Very well done, Inspector Poole!" Kris answered sarcastically as she looked at him. "I knew you were smart."

"Why?" Camille uttered as she looked back at Kris. She dreaded the answer but she needed to know.

"Because she doesn't want the police around her." Richard answered. "What are you going to do? Steal the diamonds for yourself?"

"Two points for the Inspector!" Kris called out as if it was a game. Sarcasm and hate dripped from her voice. And disdain. Clear disdain.

Disdain wasn't even an emotion Camille had ever heard or noticed in Kris. Ever. Was this really her? Or was this some sort of evil twin?

"It's not stealing." Kris shrugged easily. "I'm just replacing them..."

"You can't be serious!" Anger flooded through Camille's upper body. "Is that what you call it? Is that what you tell yourself? I don't believe it." Camille uttered in horror as her eyes grew big. Kris had left the police 'camp' and joined the other side? The criminal side? The people they had fought against for so long? How could she?! This was a nightmare! Camille's eyes widened. She looked at Kris but it was as if Kris wasn't standing there anymore. As if someone else had taken over her body. Her complete character seemed changed.

Kris shook her head as she eyed Camille tiredly. She sighed dramatically. "It would have been more peaceful and much nicer if you'd just followed Dwayne and Fidel. They went out so beautifully. But, no... You have to be stubborn again. You just had to stay awake, didn't you?" She slid off the desk and leaned against it.

"What did you give them?" Richard asked as he looked at Dwayne and Fidel again. His mind raced to come up with ways to get out of this. How long would they be unconscious? He looked at Camille's desk. Wasn't there a gun in there somewhere?

"That's none of your concern really, let's keep it a surprise." She smiled widely. "You'll be going soon too." Kris said as she looked at Camille's half empty cup. "It'll only take a bit longer that's all. And you." She looked at Richard and his full cup. She shrugged. "I'll deal with you easily."

Camille's eyes went to Richard's cup too. He had only taken a small sip. Worry spread through her. He would be the only one left soon...Her disbelief at Kris's behavior disappeared like snow in the sun the moment she thought of Richard. "You stay away from him." Camille warned. She had to protect him.

Kris grinned. "Are you defending your territory, Camille Bordey?" She laughed. "So transparent. Afraid your love interest will get hurt?" She chastised.

Richard thought he'd never seen such an evil satisfied grin. It almost showed all her small white teeth. Fear settled into the pit of his stomach as his hand went for the drawer in Camille's desk. If only the gun would be there, their problem would be solved. Fidel, Dwayne and Camille would be safe. And Kris would be put in jail immediately. They could still go undercover and do the job.

"So territorial! And it's so useless..." Kris straightened herself from her position against Richard's desk. "Have I ever told you how angry territorial behavior makes me?"

Camille took a menacing step towards her.

"Sit down, Camille, so you won't fall and hurt yourself." She said in a commanding tone.

Richard opened the drawer quietly while the two women faced off. He made sure his upper body kept as still as possible, so Kris wouldn't notice. The drawer was filled with papers and little knick-knacks. The gun he was looking for wasn't there anymore. Noooooo.... He looked up and met Kris's dark glare and satisfied look.

"Richard, really? Underestimating me? Looking for this, by any chance?" Kris asked as she held up the missing gun. She directed her gaze at Camille again. Her lip twitched in disgust. "I really DID plan this in advance, and I'm an awfully good planner, if I say so myself." She put the gun down on the desk behind her carelessly.

Richard sighed inwardly as he looked for something else that could help him. Or that he could use as a weapon. Camille would be out soon, he needed to defend himself. Or get away without jeopardizing the rest.

"Camille... Don't do anything stupid," Kris suggested as she gave Camille a warning glance. "I don't want to hurt you. And I don't want to fight you."

"I don't understand this." Camille's voice was filled with raw emotion and pain. It was still too much to take in. She was waiting for Kris to start smiling and Dwayne and Fidel to jump up and tell them that it was all a joke. Not a very funny one though... But that would be better then... Then this...

"Don't act so surprised. It's a lot of money, really. I just grew tired of my little cop salary. That's all. Nothing much to it." Kris shrugged easily.

Camille's mouth fell open. "So you choose to betray us all!? Me?! You've been here for weeks. You've been playing us all along?!"

"Oooo... Such drama." Kris rolled her eyes. "I'll tell you how I could." She stood up. Anger radiated from her. "I'm sick of always being the good guy! Always protecting and helping others while it doesn't even matter! They die anyway! Whatever I do, how hard I work, it never matters, people just keep dying and stealing and hurting each other. It's like poison! I can't take it anymore, Camille! I can't! I'm sick of it!" She had started shouting. Her voice sounded raw.

"And this is your solution?!" Camille shouted back as she gestured around her.

"Always the righteous one, aren't you? So quick with your temper and opinion! Even when it's unwanted!"

Richard shook his head sadly.Where had he heard this before? Another cop wasted... Lily, the first sergeant he'd worked with on Saint Marie. She had fallen for the money too. What a waste...

"So now you're doing the same? You're becoming one of the people that you hate? A criminal? I can't believe what I'm hearing! You were always so firm for justice!" Camille snapped heatedly.

"NOT ANYMORE! I HATE IT!" Kris's face became red. Tears shone in her black eyes. "It's too much, Camille! They are too strong. Like ants taking over the world. I'm tired. I'm so tired. All that drama and sorrow. I'm through with it." She gestured wildly. "So what is wrong with just taking something for myself for a change?" She asked softly. Her nostrils flared as her eyes seemed to burn through Camille. "I NEVER took anything for myself, NEVER!" She looked at Richard. Her chest was heaving because of the emotion and the shouting. "I always cared for others. Always being the sweet Kris, the social one, always.." Tears pooled in her eyes as she shouted. "What about me?! NO MORE. THIS IS IT." Her voice sounded so hoarse that it fell away with the last word.

She cleared her throat and straightened herself, saying calmly to Richard, "I gave them a sleeping potion, so don't worry and no one will get hurt. You'll only get hurt if you don't do as I say. And I have to tell you: My patience is wearing VERY thin." She threatened.

Richard felt for Camille. He saw the shock and hurt radiating off her. He didn't know what was worse; hearing Kris shout like that or the threatening and cold voice that spoke those last words. It sent the chills down his spine. He needed to protect Camille. Immediately. Kris had gone crazy.

"So you are giving up. Or worse, you just don't care anymore? About people? You're in pain and this is your solution?" Camille concluded venomously.

"Those diamonds will wash away all my pain Camille." She grinned like a Cheshire cat. "I care about myself now. I've spent half of my life caring for others, and that ends now."

"But this was your passion. You loved helping people and-" Camille tried in confusion.

"-O my god... Not the guilt trip, please! I still have a lot of work to do this evening. I need to save my energy and use it wisely. Do stay there." Kris said as she took a switch-blade from beneath her waistcoat and held it by her side.

Camille's eyes went from the switch-blade to Kris. She would use a weapon on them? What was she doing?! "Let me help you! I'm sure we'll figure something out. Together. To get you out of this. It's not too late."

Camille felt Richard's fingers slip around her wrist. Forcing her back, away from Kris. She ignored his silent plea for caution.

Kris uttered a sarcastic sound as she eyed Camille. "Really? How pathetic. Do you really think that I care about you with one bone in my body? It was fun to have you around in school, although it was quite annoying, your behavior, but hah... It got me through boring hours. But for the rest, I really don't care what you do."

Camille looked with big eyes at the switch-blade and then back at Kris again.

"It was easy, really. Letting you guys do all the work." Kris smiled widely at them. "And you so fell for it." She laughed.

Richard was still surprised at how sweet, easy-going and social Kris could be she suddenly looked so aggressive and evil. She looked like a psychopath. Was she? She had seemed so sane, so healthy and strong.

"Everything you did..." Camille said sadly.

"Yes... I manipulated you. Your intuition really isn't what it was, Camille. You've just got too many weaknesses." Camille's nostrils flared as she stepped towards Kris and Richard lost his grip on her wrist.

"Ow! Don't." Kris warned as she put up her finger in warning towards Camille.

But Camille lunged and Richard was just in time to get a hold of her wrist again and pull her back to safety. She had to step back to regain her composure as she tried to break his grip angrily. She had to make sure that Kris went down before she fell asleep herself and leaving Richard defenseless.

"Good boy! She can be so fierce! Just like a wild dog. So out of control." Kris commented as she watched the two in amusement.

Richard needed Camille to stay put. Away from that knife. If these two got into a fight, he was afraid Camille would get hurt. Maybe Camille could beat Kris, but he didn't want to risk her getting injured in any way. Camille could sometimes forget her own safety when she was in too deep; she was too passionate, too impulsive sometimes. He remembered the time she had walked straight up to a murderer, taunting him until he had put his hands around her throat, trying to strangle her. The man wouldn't stop, even with multiple people trying to help her. He had been deeply frightened when he saw those big hands around her small throat, trying to squeeze the life out of her. That time it had gone well, but this time it might go wrong.

Kris laughed again as her eyes fell on Richard.

Camille swallowed and froze. It felt like she knew what was coming now.

"Only Richard didn't take any of my special good-luck-do-a-good-job-potion." The black eyes got something amused in them.

Camille swallowed as she stepped in front of Richard, blocking Kris's view of him again, trying to protect him.

"What to do with the Inspector?" Kris asked as she pushed a button on the knife and a large shiny blade came out. She made a moaning sound of delight as she eyed him. "I can think of a thing or two." She said hoarsely with a wide smile.

"Don't you dare!" Camille snapped. The knife looked very sharp.

"Camille! Stop it!" Richard ordered as he still tried to restrain her. He wanted her out of the way, behind him. But he couldn't get her to move.

"Lay her down Inspector before she falls and hits her head. It won't be long now. I hope."

"Stay away from Richard. If you harm one hair on his head...!" Camille threatened.

Kris straightened herself from the desk and then laughed out loud. "Then what? What will you do, Camille Bordey? Give me a deathly stare?!" She made a mocking sound.

"I will find you."

"You will?" She chuckled in delight. "Please do! Give me a reason to finish you off." Kris spat at her.

She would do that?! She would kill me? Just like that? Pain washed through Camille's chest.

"Come on Richard. What do you say we proceed together, I really don't have the patience for her to finally shut up!"

"Richard, no." Camille said as she blocked his way to Kris when she felt him shift behind her. She plastered her body against his.

"Camille, I will be fine." Richard tried to soothe the wild woman in front of him that blocked his path.

"He will be fine, Camille! Just like he says. Dear inspector, I told you to drink, but you didn't listen. Now you'll suffer the consequences. This is what makes the job so enjoyable." She laughed out loud as she spread her arms. "What better thing than having the WHOLE police station go down, asleep nevertheless?" She laughed out loud. "This is SO Much fun. And also, pretty good for my ego!"

"What did you do to Nick?" Richard asked worried as he had both of Camille's upper arms in his grip. Holding her back. It was his way of protecting her. If she refused to stand behind him he'd make sure that he had a tight grip on her and he'd be able to move her away if Kris made a move to attack them. He would use himself as a shield for Camille.

"Nick? O... I already took care of him a while ago." She smiled with cold eyes.

"Richard.." Camille pleaded in a soft voice as she clenched to the material of his shirt. She began to feel weak. "Run."

"Run? Wow, good idea, Camille!" Kris laughed heartily and looked at Richard. "Please do!" She put her shoe on the chair and revealed the holster around her ankle, filled with throwing knives.

Camille's eyes grew big when she recognized the knives. She knew from when they were studying together that Kris loved throwing knives. She was very good at it. It had been her hobby and a release. She had this little wooden board on the wall and would lazily throw a set of knives while sitting on her couch. They would all sink into the wood easily with a deep thud.

"That'll give me a good reason to cut up the rest of your sorry lot here..." Kris smiled as she took two knives. "I would say that I have enough leverage here. Who to choose from? There's so much choice!"

"Don't!" Camille urged.

Kris moved so fast that Camille didn't even see the knife going through the air. She just heard it when it sunk deep into the wood of the pillar next to Richard's head. Richard looked with big eyes from the knife near his face to Kris.

"Just to prove that I'm not playing around." Kris smiled widely at that.

Camille felt her knees getting weak. Things were starting to get blurry. She saw Kris looking at her, measuring her in that haughty way. She had never thought that her friend would ever become a danger to her.

"Ahh, I think it's getting to her now. Finally! Let go of her, Richard. And do take off that jacket. It annoys me. I don't like the whole stiff suit appearance. You won't be needing it for what I'm going to do with you."

"Don't touch him." Camille tried again as she put her back against his chest and put her hands up against Kris.

"Camille!" Richard muttered. For crying out loud! The woman was making it intensely difficult for him to protect her when she insisted on becoming some sort of second skin to him!

Kris stood up from the desk. "You lost, Camille. Just face it. When it's between us, you're always going to lose. You're the weaker one, you always were." She shook her head as she walked in on her. "You are going to have a very long sleep, you'll have nothing to say about this anymore..."

Camille felt all her strength leave her. It was as if her muscles wouldn't move anymore. "Please, don't hurt him." She begged. And she didn't care, she'd beg for him, she'd do anything, whatever was necessary in order to protect him. She felt Richard's solid support against her back.

Kris put the blade against her own cheek and studied Richard. "I don't know... It might be fun to play with him. See how stuck up he really is. What makes him scream, I wonder? What makes him moan?" She looked at Camille again. "Can I play with him, Camille? Just a bit?" She laughed. "O wait, I forgot... I don't need your permission, do I?"

Camille lunged for Kris so fast that Richard couldn't hold on. But before she could grab Kris she fell to the floor. Richard was just too late and almost fell too in his efforts to save her from a hard collision with the tile floor.

"It's too late for you now, Camille. You should have moved sooner." Kris told her. "Pathetic." Camille heard her say from somewhere far away.

Camille tried to move her legs to stand up again and get Kris but her body was just so heavy. Everything went black.

"Finally!" Kris uttered triumphantly, looking up at Richard, "Now let's go have some fun."

Richards eyes widened in horror. Everyone who could help him was asleep. Camille was lying on the ground in front of his feet. He swallowed. He had no weapons. He couldn't run. This woman, the one who could fight, handle guns and knives, had turned into a psychopath. Her eyes stood wild and she was enjoying herself.

"I'm glad you didn't drink it after all..." Kris said in a mischievous voice.

The coldness of her tone got to him. Gripped him like an ice cold hand around his heart.

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And? What did you think? I hope you were surprised by Kris becoming evil all of a sudden! You'll find out soon why I called the story "Just visiting?"

Please let me know what you thought, that makes me happy! Stay safe..