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Back at Rachael and Donte's Apartment

Thursday 8:52 pm

Rachael laid in front of her living room T.V. watching a movie on Comedy Central called Good Advice. She only watched it because one of the main characters looked oddly close to former DA Abbie Carmichael. A half an hour passed by since her brother left to pick up some girl off the streets, and she forgot about the whole set up until she heard the click on her door which only meant that some one was about to enter the apartment. Rachael's heart skipped a beat before she realized that she needed to hurry out of plain sight and rush into the closet and wait for Donte and his unsuspecting victim.

"Shit!" Rachael sprang to her feet and ran passed the front door just as it started to creep open. Her mind was racing with the thought that she was going to get caught and this whole damn thing would fall apart. She stopped her mental rant noticing that she was crammed inside of a dark closet and sharing her small space with a video camera set on a tripod. She rested her hands on her knees and drew in a deep breath to stop her heart from racing so fast. She stopped in the middle of her breath to hear her brother's voice and one of an anonymous women's. 'Okay Rachael, take a deep breath and hope your brother plays it cool. Don't sneeze, cough, burp, sigh, giggle, fart, or become pissed at your brother. It was your idea of doing this, you came up with it. Just turn on the camera and hope God won't hate you in the morning.' A moment passed by and Rachael could vaguely hear the conversation between her brother and the unknown woman.

"Okay." Donte turned towards the hooker and closed his door. "Welcome to my castle, princess." Donte helped the woman out of her leather jacket and tossed it on the kitchen counter. He rapped his arm around her shoulders and guided her down to the living room.

"This is the T.V. slash Living Room." Olivia left his arm and made her way over to his couch and laid down on her back. Donte followed her lead and started kissing the hooker's neck.

'Oh crap! I've got to let Fin know that I'm okay. Think Olivia, how can I stall this guy?'

'Crap! What am I doing! There's no closet over here. How can my sister record this when I'm not performing in the right spot? I can't just make this womenwalk into my bedroom . . . why not? This is what I'm paying her for right? NO! it's not. And I haven't even paid her. I need Rachael's advice. Ugh, how can I get out of this situation?

Olivia glanced over at the T.V. screen. 'What kind of crappy movie is this?'

'Donte! Is that lip- smacking that I'm hearing! I'm not hiding in a dark closet with a peep hole for nothing Donte! You better bring your cocky ass in here right now!'

"Where's the remote?" Olivia thought it was a weak stall but if it worked she could have enough time to signal Fin that she was alright. Donte snapped his head up glad to hear the woman ask a question.

"I'll go find it for you, honey." 'Oh thank God, now I can go ask Rachael my questions.'

'Did I just hear that women ask for the remote? What the hell is he doing over there watching T.V.! That's it. I'm calling this thing off.' Rachael had her hand on the closet door and was about to step out until she heard footsteps walking in her direction. 'Those are Donte's footsteps, why is he looking for the remote here? He knows I keep the remote on the arm of the couch. Unless. . .' Rachael looked down and swore under her breath. The remote was in her hand. She had been clutching it since she dashed for the closet. 'Wait! This is good.' Rachael swung open the closet door and heard a thud behind it. She closed the door and saw Donte pressed against the wall cupping his hands to his nose.

"Donte! Are you okay?" Rachael asked in a fake concerned voice.

"I think my nose is bro-"

"That's great." Rachael offered her brother the remote. "Here's the remote. Have you been sweet talking her like we planned? Donte!"

"What!" He looked at his hands. "I really think you broke my nose."

"Okay, that's fine and dandy but we need to get on with this, it is taking forever and I don't want to miss my-"

"Rachael!" he wiped his nose on his forearm.

"What?"

"Do you have the camera set up?" Donte sniffed a couple times.

"Yes. . ."

"I'm going to go back in there and complete phase two; sweet talk. Okay?" He grabbed the remote, walked passed Rachael and over to the door frame.His sisterlet out a sigh.

"Donte, sorry about your nose." Her brother turned half round to face Rachael.

"Don't be. The door hit my foot, not my nose. Do you want my autograph now or later?" Donte smirked at his sister then proceeded into the living room where his princess awaited him.

A/N: Sorry for this chapter being short. TBC. Please let me know ifI can improve on the standards of my stories.