I did a little research for this chapter, in case you wonder all the meds I describe are real, got it al from wikipedia.

Chapter 13) One flew over the Chicken-truck

"Chicks?"

"Yes." She said again.

He gave her a long look. "Chicks?"

"Or chickens to speak in correct English." She said, teacher-tone.

He ignored the feeling of cutting off her smarty-ass tone. "You mean where getting saved by a chicken-guy?"

"By a chick-driver. Or a truck-driver." She went on with the same tone.

He cracked his knuckles and hold his fist with his free hand, just in case. "I ain't feeling much for sitting in chicken shit, while getting tossed around because señor Cuka Racha can't drive his truck."

"First of all his name is Garcia and it's very nice of him to drive us to his town." She pouted.

"Nice?! Tsk, you offered him a three months income!" He spat back.

"I gave him hundred dollars…"

"A three moths income, as I said." He replied not so friendly. She made a sound as if she was about to chock.

"Please get in the truck before the C-you-know-who will arrive. And before mom gets sicker!" She yelled afterwards in Spanish.

Sands growled. "Kid, you just overdid it." He grabbed her shoulder and let her walk him to the truck. Not that he wouldn't be able to find it himself, since the smell of chicken hung unpleasantly in the air.

"You better fix me up a very good motel after this!"

.-.-.

She didn't know what had been the worse, hearing Lizz hum with all the songs on the radio. The drowsy feeling that didn't seem to leave her body, being unable to speak or hold her eyes open for more then ten seconds. Or the fact that señor Sands had placed his gun against the back of her neck. And the smell of chicken-shit…

'Or maybe now is the worse, or the worse is still to come.' She thought miserable. She'd been cuffed to the bed she was laying on. The drug, Flunitrazepam or roofie for the young criminals, started to wear off.

It made her head spin and she felt sick. As if she'd been drinking to much. She curled up and hold her stomach. It was the first time she experienced the side-effects by herself. Of course she'd been studding it, as she did with all the drugs and medication before using it on one of her patients.

She had always been eager to learn and she took her job serious.

'To serious.' She thought painfully holding her belly. 'Mamá was right, I am a work-a-holic. And now is it to late to quit.'

She looked through her eyelashes to the cabin not far from her bed. There was a phone, connecting straight way to the reception. If she could reach far enough, just far enough she could be saved.

But could she get up?

With a hard bump she landed face front on the floor.

No she couldn't get up.

Painfully she hold her nose while tears stung in her eyes. It hurt and it started to bleed. She rolled on her side so she would chock in her own blood and sobbed. 'Can this get any worse?!'

The door opened and two leather boots came in. She closed her eyes. 'So it can be…'

The boots came closer, she could see them from under the bed. She tried to roll under it, to disappear. But the cuffs started to jingle. His boots stopped and turned to the bed. She whimpered remembering very well what he'd done to her a day ago.

"You know it's not very nice to hide from a blind man." In two steps he stood right beside her. "That's very low, even for a shrink." He kneeled down and her huge and tear-filled eyes reflect in his glasses. He grinned and bended further down. She winched away but couldn't get very far because of the cuffs.

He grabbed her wrist and dragged her from under the bed. He got back on his feet and swung her back on the bed.

She stopped a whimper as she got put on the mattress. He sat down too, his bearing told he was a bit clueless himself. 'Might get the best out of that now I still can.' She thought and opened her mouth, only to close it quickly when he reached for his gun.

"You know there is a silencer on this beauty here." He tapped on the long black cylinder on the end of his gun. "I can kill you right away."

"W-what's holding you back then?" She asked trying to keep the tremble out of her voice.

He turned to her and shrugged. "You tell me doc." He toyed with the gun then pointed it directly towards her. "You tell me."

She froze and yanked on the cuffs. "You don't want to be-"

"Doing this?" His brow rose. "Why not? Because you're a woman? That never stopped me before. And it will never stop me, not in this lifetime. And don't think about throwing in little Lizzy, frankly she decided not to care about you to much. After you set her up she doesn't really like you anymore. Kid has a good point by the way. Surely she won't hurt you, she is not the type that will put her enemies in pain. No, not her." It scared her how his world grown from casual to treats. Little hints, the way of tell it slowly so the words would sink in.

"She is a good kid you know, I'm sure you picked that up after you spend all those long hours with her one the phone." He went through is hair, putting a few strings out of his face. It was blank, his face. No emotion, not even a twitch of a jaw. No sigh of disdain, anger. He had turned into the opposite of the person she'd spend hours with in the Centre.

"Yeah, watch your patient Doc. Try to read how close he is to snap and get scared. You would like to see that won't ya? Slither your way in my head. Well guess what that aint going to happen. 'Cause I'm not that pathetic little thing anymore you did research on back in that cell." There was still no anger in his voice, or rage. But his tone had changes. Into what? She couldn't lay a finger on that.

Because she kept starring into the barrel of his gun and her nose was still bleeding.

"Where did you talk about with Lizz?"

Suddenly it clicked, that soft undertone was fear. Even when he hold the gun, even while he had that controlling mask over him there was something about her he feared. Now she just had to find out what.

She swallowed the big lump and started to speak, focussing on his body language.

"The first few days I mostly wanted her to trust me. So I asked her many questions about her."

"Like what?"

"How she was feeling, what she did in her free time, how she was getting through to you. Things like that-"

"-What did she answer?"

Her eyes spotted the first hint of nervousness, it was something quit unnoticeable, just the way of correcting another string of hair.

"Depended on the day, some she felt great because she met that Julio. Some she felt down because you made her day like hell."

"Go on."

"She told me many things about you." Another hint, the way he tried to hurry her up. "About your behaviour ever since you left the Centre." Now his anger started to rise, it was clear he didn't like it when he was the main subject.

But he readjust. "Like I said Doc, I might be a freak but I got some style. That thing you send through a hell lot of drugs is dead. Continue, before I start to practise. Been long out of it." He gestured to the gun. "Might make it slow and painful. Lung shot can be a bitch, defiantly when your left to bleed to dead, or slowly die by lack of oxygen."

She knew better then push him to the limit. "I told her I had a new sort of medication available for you. First you got risperidone-"

One brow rose. "-Wait, I always got anti-psychotica."

"Risperidone is one type of antipsychotics." She explained. "You have many types, risperidone is for children. It's strong but not that strong. Mostly it's taken with other medications like Lithium."

He nodded slowly. "And what did you make me take in the house?"

"Something still illegal in the USA. It's called Quetiapine. It's not only a antipsychotic but also a tranquilizer. I wasn't sure enough how you would react when I- Normally I would have recommended Zeldox but I wasn't sure if it would be strong enough." Her eyes narrowed. "Did you feel any side-effects?"

"Your not the one asking the questions Doc." He answered back. "Gotta learn that, should have learned that. Don't stick your nose in my business. I did well without you."

She swallowed knowing this could mean a blow. "She did not."

His jaw twitched. "She can dig it, don't act like you know her."

"I don't need to know a person to hear there pain. She was… and still is." Her eyes watched as he turn his hand into a fist.

"Bullshit."

"Sometimes she cried when she called me-" He rose up and cocked the gun against her head.

"Shut your fucking mouth!" He pressed it harder so her head hit the wall. "You don't have a clue where your talking about! You don't know shit! You talk when I order you, you what I say! You don't even breath without my approval GOT THAT?!"

She squeezed her eyes and waited for him to trigger.

"I hope I'm not interrupting something."

She opened her eyes and saw Lizz linger in the doorway.

Her ex patient lowered his gun with a sight. "No your not, was just chatting a bit with the Doc."

"Aha." It was clear Lizz didn't bought it. "Sands you kinda have to go, I wanna go to sleep."

His head shot to her. "Don't boss me around." But he stood up and pressed the gun back between his paints. She watched him walk away and close the door. Never before had she been so glad that another girl walked in while she was alone with a man in a Motel.

.-.-.

She didn't like the fact Djessy pushed his buttons, that could chance into something dramatic or very bloody. Which already happened.

"Your nose is bleeding, did he hit you?" She asked not very concerned about her hurt.

"No, I fell of the bed." She answered honest. That pleased Lizz a bit, she could have said yes. She could have lied to her. Lizz had been clenched against the door after she watched Sands march in. He'd told her he was going to sleep. Right, like she was going to fall for that…

After she'd booked three rooms he'd been all moody. He seemed restless, scampered in and out to get a smoke. Something was bothering him, and it weren't only the voices. First she thought it was because he might think she was going to sleep in the same room as Julio. But even after she'd told him she wanted to keep an eye on Djessy he kept being tense.

'Well at least he keeps me watch my back.' She thought and closed the door after she'd put a card between the door and the frame.

"You shouldn't try to make him pissed." She continued. "Many people did that and not so many survived."

Djessy stubbornly refused to look at her.

Lizz glared. 'So nice of you to ignore me.' Then she noticed the older woman was crying. Even after Sands had made very clear to see her as the villain and her own continues tell her to ignore it, she walked up to the physiatrist.

"With that attitude you will make all the bad guys look bad." She made clear.

Djessy lifted her face, hair one big mess, mascara everywhere.

"I mean really." Lizz continued a bit icky. "Most of the bad guys I knew where tough you know. They would never cry. Not before they got hurt."

Djessy sniffed. "Don't you see it Lizz, he is the bad guy. I just tried to help."

"No, you tried to help yourself."

"Don't you do the same?"

Lizz didn't react immediately, she was a bit put of. "I'm helping Sands. And hey I'm doing a great job, at least better then you and I didn't even earn a white coat."

Djessy gave her a look. "If you try to make me feel bad it won't work. I think I can't feel worse"

"O, after a few hours with me rambling about what a lousy job you did, you will." Lizz snapped back. Djessy didn't react after that. Lizz took the time to make herself more comfortable and tried to show Djessy how easy that was when your hands weren't cuffed around the bed.

"Are you going to kill me?" The tinned woman asked.

"No, I won't." She answered staring at the sealing. She had to say this was one of the better Motels in Mexico. It was the first one that didn't smell, hadn't rats or cockroaches running around and the boss seemed friendly.

"W-will he?"

She sighted. "I don't know. He might if you keep trying to talk him into a session. Believe me on this one, he is not a talker and definitely not about his past. He never talks about it, not with me and he so will not with you!"

Somehow Djessy found that last snappy line a encouragement to go on. "But you do know some specific things?"

"I'm not listening, I'm not listening." She sang and closed her eyes. Did she really expect her to open up all the sudden after she had set her up. After she took her trust and kicked it a extra few times.

"Lizz, all the things I told you, how brave you where. I meant them." Djessy whispered.

"Still not listening…" She continued her song, with a half eye open.

"I don't think many people would have done what you did for another person. I don't know much about you, except for the things you told me. The CIA didn't inform me about you, I don't think they know who you are."

'Yet.' Lizz pouted. 'Soon they will, soon I won't be safe not matter what country I run away to.'

"I wasn't lying when I told you, you interests me. You got something that I don't have."

Lizz glared up. "You wanna know what that is? Bad luck, misery. Somehow I've been born with it and so does Sands. And In case you forgot, I don't trust you so don't try to be my best friend all the sudden. It won't work, I play for the other team! And now I'm going to sleep. Goodnight!"

Sorry for the random start, you have no idea how hard I had to laugh. I could just see them have this conversation. ( btw I came up with it because in Livin' with the loca they get saved by some farmer who had a sheep truck.)

I didn't really know what to do in this chapter, I have so many idea's. A bit to many. I'm still figuring out in what order they will happen. And it doesn't help that I have a few lose pieces laying all around me.

Another thing that doesn't help me at all is the fact that there are at least ten people who seem to be reading this fiction and don't spend the energy to type down there opinion. I mean HELLO do you have any idea how much time and energy I put into this story?!

Anyway, review this time svp

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