I am sorry if I caused any of you any grief.

thank you reveiwers. I decided to title this one, I needed to get all the funny stuff ( or what I think is funny) out of me.

Chapter 8, Hallucination.

Don awoke, his muscles ached and his wrist throbbed with pain. Don knew it might be broken so he didn't try to move it much. The lights were dim so his eyes felt comfortable, though his body was on the floor which was furnished by flat carpet. Don moved himself as gently as he could to where he was leaning up against the nearest wall without further injuring his wrist, felt the carpet impression on the side of his face where his head was on the floor. He inspected his wrist which was swollen twice the normal size, and a little ways off he could see a small object. It was an icepack, and was still cold when Don touched it.

Someone's thinking of me...

He thought as he wrapped the icepack around his swollen wrist. It was then he remembered what happened and he looked around. He was alone. Don remembered the fight between him and the guards, how Roane had drugged him and asked him questions. Don realized he was still in the same room when he looked around again and listened if anyone was coming.

Don tried to remember what the questions were but his mind was fuzzy on that subject. All he knew was that what ever he told them, he had betrayed someone. Who had he betrayed? The question danced through Don's mind. Suddenly his mind started to wander on the thought of dancing and a cartoonish little Colby Granger shaking a pair of marakas with a little Megan Reeves wearing a sombrero, both dancing to "La cocaracha", then out of no where a little David Sinclair pops up with an instrument resembling a ukaleilei (A/N: my spelling may be off, my beta's been sick a lot). The little Megan ditched the sombrero for a hula dancer costume and started hula dancing. This made the little Colby jealous, he brought out an electric guitar and started playing "I wanna rock'n roll all night". Before little Megan could switch into another costume, Don shook his head trying to rid his mind of the insanity going on in his head.

Don knew he was hallucinating, not only did the contest stop, like a freeze-frame, but it stopped while Megan was in mid switch of changing from one costume to another, exposing her upper half (A/N: I've always wanted to do a megan/don fic or a megan/colby fic, but for now there are no pairings). Don, out of respect, tried to look away with no avail because the image was in his head and will probably forever be in his head; and possibly will never think of her as just his partner ever again (yes, she is that beautiful). Don cringed with guilt.

"Hah hah ha! I know you're hallucinating, but judging by your face it must be morally wrong. I wish I was seeing what you're seeing!" a voice rang throught the room.

Don was too mortified by his hallucination to even figure out who's voice that was.

"Who-?"

"Aw, have you forgot me already?" the voice was was clearer to Don, the familiar Brittish accent reaching his ears.

"Bazil?"

"Correct! I thought you really had forgotten me!" said Bazil. Don had no idea where his voice was coming from, Bazil was certainly not in the room and there wasn't anything that resembled an intercomm.

"The ceiling hides the speakers, drives them crazy," said Bazil. Don had been looking for the source of the voice, slightly pounding each wall with his good hand.

"You can see me?" Don shouted his question at the wall that contained the visable door. Don predicted that Bazil would correct him, and he was right.

"Wrong wall. I'll tell that secret later, if there is a later. Roane has been getting anxious, he had already sent his packages out to those concerned," Bazil started babbling, but not like he did when Don first talked to him. This was a controled conversaton, very unlike the one with the photos in his wallet, like he was suposed to tell Don this. "If you look at your left arm, you can see where we drew your blood. That plus coming down from the drug, caused your hallucinations; though I almost thought you might die because of how much blood they took from you and how much of the drug was pumped into your system. I guess you are stronger than was thought to be. Oh and you could say 'thank you for the ice pack'."

Bazil paused, as though waiting for his information to take effect. Don, on the other hand just listened, nursing his injured wrist with the ice pack given to him. He didn't really have anything to say to him, so Bazil continued.

"Anyway, Roane bottled your blood put three to a pack. Three packages with three bottles each, nine, one and a half inch bottles full of your blood went to three places," Bazil said, wanting to go off subject in an aimless conversation of topics of his choice. He paused to hear Don's reaction.

Don was intersted now. What kind of game are these guys playing? Don asked himself and then asked outloud, "Where?"

By the sound of Bazil's voice, it was as if he was pretending to like the news he was about to give Don, full of pain and... regret? Don thought this was weird since these guys had proven to Don that they were insanely serious, emphasizing on insane. How could this guy be different from the others, who seem to have no souls?

"Of couse you can probably guess where the first package is at, family perhaps. Where the second and third are... will be a surprise!"

end chapter 8

alright... I was kind of disappointed at only one review last chapter. Though for that person's encouragement, I say congrats because there is nothing else I can do for you.

After this chapter I may be stuck. Longer than I have ever been stuck before. So please review, it helps very much.