Heroin and Vodka

Author's note: Ok. I'm pushing out this chapter earlier than I thought. So, you guys won't be getting any new ones for atleast 1-1.5 weeks from now. Anyways, as I said, things will begin to go downhill between Isaac and Annalise from this chapter onwards. Also, a shout out to Nastygustin for helping me out with this chapter! So, without further talk, let's begin.

Disclaimer: I do not own How To Get Away With Murder. Its plot and characters are the sole property of Pete Nowalk and Shonda Rhimes.

Chapter 15

Annalise woke up with a bright smile on her face that had nothing to do with the sex she had last night with Nate.

Ok. If she was being honest with herself, maybe it had a little to do with it. Oh, it had been good but what was going to happen today was better.

Eve was coming to Philadelphia for a visit and it had been a long time since she had seen her friend. She was so excited that she hopped off her bed and began to get dressed, singing a merry tune as she applied her make up.

Nate raised his eyebrows.

"Don't think I've seen you do that….ever." he replied, sarcastically, getting of the bed and walking up to her and wrapping his arms around her.

Annalise rolled her eyes.

Nate chuckled.

"Have a good time with Eve, Annalise." Nate replied before walking into the bathroom.

Annalise sighed.

Oh, she had every intention to.

Eve pulled up in front of her house at 12 PM sharp. She was punctual as always. Annalise welcomed her in.

"When you told me to meet you at Middleton, I assumed at a bar or some place. Not your home." she said, with a chuckle.

"Eve, you know I'm in therapy." Annalise replied with a chuckle of her own.

They both walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. Annalise had taken the day off from the University to spend some quality time with her friend.

"Yeah, you did mention that." Eve replied, putting away her bag. "Tell me, how's that going?"

Annalise couldn't help but smile softly.

"Its going well. Haven't touched a drink in months."

"Good for you Annalise. Don't let alcohol get the better of you." She replied softly. She got a serious expression on her face.

"So, what's up with those fliers you told me about on phone? Did they find the creep who put them up?" she asked, a worried expression on her face.

"Can we just not talk of a disaster that's my life?" Annalise asked rhetorically.

"Well, that just leaves us to talk about my boring life." Eve replied.

"Man, I'd kill for a boring life right now." Annalise replied.

"So…" Eve replied, crossing her legs. "Nate moved in. That's…pretty boring."

Annalise chuckled.

"Is it the sex? It's that good, isn't it?" Eve replied, with a wide smile.

Annalise laughed softly.

"We're not doing this right now."

Eve waved her off.

"Anyways, I don't care. You're happy, I'm happy."

Annalise shook her head.

"Didn't say I was happy. Stressed out, pissed off, lonely…" she trailed on.

Eve raised her eyebrows.

"Wow, that's quite a long list you've got there Annalise." She sighed.

Annalise got up, walked over to the liquor cabinet, and poured out a drink. She walked back to Eve and handed her the glass.

Eve raised her eyebrows.

"What?" Annalise asked. "Just because I can't drink doesn't mean you cant as well."

Eve chuckled before taking a sip.

Annalise sighed.

"I need to retire, Eve." Annalise informed her.

Eve looked up at her.

"The Sam-insurance money is that good?" she questioned, with quirked eyebrows. She got up and began to pace the living room.

"I spent it all." Annalise informed her. "I could sell the house." she added, as an afterthought.

"Oh God, yes, do that." Eve replied, looking around the living room.

"I've lived here all my life." Annalise replied.

"And look what happened." Eve countered.

There was a pause. Neither of them said anything.

"I'm sorry." Eve replied, after a while.

Annalise nodded.

Eve walked back to the couch and sat down.

"Ok. Let's say that you do retire. You sell the house, move somewhere quiet—"

"I hate the quiet." Annalise deadpanned.

Eve chuckled.

"The city then. A real city. New York. Chicago—"

"What the hell am I going to do in a city? Move in with you? Become your trophy wife?" Annalise asked.

Eve smiled mischievously.

"I'm down with that." she replied.

Annalise chuckled.

"So…" Eve asked " What did you do with the insurance money?"

Annalise sighed before she looked into Eve's eyes.

"I hired a hit man to kill Frank." she replied.

Eve's eyes widened.

"You did what?" she asked, rising up. "Did you even know he was a hit man?"

"He wasn't really a hit man." Annalise informed her.

"You just said he was." Eve countered.

"Well…I-I just wanted him to find Frank, that's all." Annalise shot back.

"And what was he supposed to do once he found him?" Eve asked quietly.

"Well, I never got to make that call and—"

"You made the call the minute you hired him." Eve replied.

"He killed my son. Maybe not with his own hands. But in what world do I not make him pay for that?" she asked softly. "Tell me." She began to sob.

Eve walked over to her and sat down beside her. She pulled her friend into a warm embrace. Annalise laid her head against her shoulder.

"Thank you for not judging me." Annalise replied softly.

"I'd never judge you, Annalise." Eve replied, kissing her on her forehead.

Annalise gazed up at her. She reached out and pulled Eve closer to her face. Soon, their lips met and the two were kissing. But shortly after, Eve pulled away.

"I'm sorry. I can't…."she replied, sobbing. She got up and walked over to the fireplace. Annalise's gaze followed her.

She turned around and gazed at her.

"I met someone. Vanessa. We met a few months ago on a case in California. Things have been moving faster than I expected. I…wasn't sure if it was…you know…anything real and you know with everything that's going on with you I just…" she trailed off. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"What are you talking about?" Annalise asked, walking up to her and brushing her tears away."Does she love you?"

Eve nodded.

"Do you love her?" Annalise asked, already half-expecting the answer.

"Yes. I do." Eve replied.

Annalise smiled softly.

"You should go." she replied softly.

"Annalise…" Eve replied.

"No, no…you deserve it more than anyone." Annalise hugged her." Let yourself be loved."

Annalise had begun to hyperventilate shortly after eve's departure. She paused and glanced over at the vodka on the countertop. She shook her head and grabbed her phone, dialing Isaac's number quickly.

The phone rang. Once. Twice. Thrice. It rang a full eight times before going to voicemail. "This is Isaac Roa. If this is an emergency, please dial 911 or wait till I get back to you."

Annalise waited for the beep before leaving her message.

"Isaac. I need to speak to you immediately. Can we meet at the clinic at 4?" Annalise's voice sounded from the other end of the phone before cutting off.

Isaac gazed down at the phone. Trembling, he put the phone down as he shook his head to clear it. Despite his repeated attempts to calm himself, his mind continuously kept drifting back to the conversation that had occurred earlier.

A few hours earlier…

Isaac had just been down to the court to hand over Annalise's sobriety reviews to the Disciplinary Boar. He was just exiting the office when he heard a voice call out his name.

"Dr. Roa?" a voice asked.

Isaac turned around.

It was a tall man. He was dark haired and fair skinned. A Latino. He held a clear air of authority as he walked over to him.

"Yes?" Isaac asked. "Have we met?"

"I'm afraid not, Dr. Roa .You will not know matter. Introductions v]can be carried out in my office. If you please." The man began to lead the way down the hall.

Isaac followed, wondering what on earth this was all about.

The man led him into an office. It was richly decorated with a soft leather carpet. An ebony desk lay on the other end of the office behind which was a large shelf of books. Isaac's eyes zeroed in on the titles. Most of the books were on law. Isaac surmised that the man was a lawyer.

The man walked over to the seat behind the desk and sat down.

"Do take a sit, please as we are going to be here for a while."

Isaac nodded and walked over to the seat and sat down.

"Would you like something to drink? Perhaps tea or coffee?" the man offered, with a smile.

Isaac grimaced. There was something rather unpleasant about the man's smile.

"No. Nothing, thank you." Isaac declined politely. "If I may ask, what am I doing here?" he asked.

"Oh yes. I almost forgot." The man replied, with a slight shake of his head. Something told Isaac that the man hadn't forgotten anything and was merely waiting for him to pop the question first.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Todd Denver and I'm the—"

"—the District Attorney." Isaac finished for him. "Yes, I've heard about you before."

The man., now identified as Todd Denver chuckled.

"I see my reputation precedes me." he replied. "But today, we're not here to talk about me. We're here to talk about you."

Isaac's eyes widened.

"I'm afraid I don't follow. What about me?" he asked.

Denver chuckled darkly.

"Maybe I should have made myself clear at the outset. This is precisely about one of your patients. Namely, Annalise Keating."

Isaac's eyes narrowed.

"Then, as a lawyer, you should recall that I'm not at liberty to violate my patient's confidentiality." he replied sharply.

Denver gave a wry smile.

"Yes, I'm perfectly aware of that. But what you need to know, is that I'll be the one doing the talking here, not you. I believe I know something that might interest you. Something like—" Here he began to search around for a proper word. "—context. Do you need context, Dr. Roa?"

Isaac bristled slightly.

"This is the essence of my work. But I do believe I have no right to seek information regarding my patient from any other source other than my patient herself. Especially if said person constantly opposes her in court. Good day." Isaac replied, before getting up and turning to leave. He was at the door and was about to leave when Denver called out.

"Ms. Keating's a murderer, you know."

Isaac froze. He slowly turned back to face him once more. His face held a grim look.

"What are you talking about?" he demanded sharply. "You have no right to accuse my patient of being anything, much less, a murderer when you are consistently opposing her in court."

Denver's eyes darkened.

"I'm afraid, Dr. Roa, that this has nothing to do with my personal rivalry with your patient." he replied. "Although, I do see that my statement seems to have caught your attention. So, if you would please resume your seat, we could talk this out like two gentlemen instead."

Isaac sighed. He walked back over to the table and took his seat. Meanwhile, Denver got up from his seat and walked over to one of the drawers to his left and gathered a multi-coloured file. The file had various labels and documents. Selecting one of the many pieces of paper, Denver casually laid it in front of him.

It was the picture of a ring. It was golden and enlarged. It was lying what appeared to be dirt.

"Tell me, Dr. Roa." Denver asked "How much do you know of the death of Sam Keating?"

Isaac's eyes narrowed.

"I know what I saw on the television. I know he was killed and his burnt remains were found in a dumpster."

"Hmmm. Interesting. Its as I suspected. Ms. Keating did not tell you the whole truth."

"If you are suggesting" Isaac's voice rose "that Ms. Keating had a hand in the murder of her husband—"

"I'm not saying that she had a hand." Denver replied, cutting him off "I'm saying she was the one who killed him."

Isaac's eyes widened.

No. That can't be true. Isaac thought wildly, Annalise wouldn't—

Denver immediately took advantage of Isaac's momentary silence.

"Are you aware that she was one of the prime suspects in her own husband's murder along with the other person who she conveniently was representing as her client? Are you aware that she had the fingerprints of an innocent man transferred over to her husband's ring—" Here he glanced down at the photograph on the table. "—who was then caught and fired from his position in the police force? All because of your patient's doing?"

Isaac was silent.

Denver reached into the file once again and drew forth a fresh photograph. It was the picture of a dead woman, blood trailing down her forehead. Isaac's eyes widened in recognition. Denver caught the look.

"I see you recognize her. Yes. That's Emily Synclair. One of my A. who was conveniently murdered as she was opposing Annalise on the Hapstall case a few months back."

Isaac's mind flashed back to the day he had gone over to visit Annalise after she had been shot. He remembered her disheveled appearance and her weird behaviorisms. Had this truly been what had occurred at the time?

Denver gazed into Isaac's eyes.

"I'm simply looking out for your best interests Dr. Roa. If I were you, I would drop Annalise as a patient. And soon. She's not trustworthy and she's a pathological liar."

End Flashback

Isaac sat down at his table as his mind began to gloss over the events of the day. Never in his wildest imaginations, had he known that it would take such a sharp turn as this out of nowhere.

He recalled the gunshot wound Annalise had received a few months back and how oddly secretive she had been over how she had got it. Her associates, including Bonnie herself, wouldn't tell him anymore than she had.

Isaac frowned.

Annalise, he thought, what did you get yourself into?

Author's note: Phew! There you go. That's the longest chapter I have typed till date. Things are slowly heating up between the two. Don't worry, this rift will be resolved in the coming chapters. But before that happens, a few more complications will arise leading to the climax of Season 3 which will be coming up in a few chapters.

Anyways, do let me know of your thoughts regarding this chapter. Read and review.