"Oh crap." Adrianna cursed as she pulled away from Flack's kiss and sat up.

"What's wrong?" Flack's brow furrowed in confusion as he watched her pull on his polo and slide into her underwear.

"I completely forgot that I have a shooting in an hour and a half. Crap, crap, my agent's going to kill me." Adrianna ran a hand through her locks before pulling open one of the three doors to reveal an enormous room full of clothes, shoes, and bags.

"Honestly, Adria, do you really need that much clothes?"

"No… but it comes with the job, and it comes in handy." She pulled a short skirt from its place and began searching for a top.

"How about this?" Flack had pulled on his boxers and was now standing behind her, holding a black off shoulder shirt.

"Thanks, Donnie." She pecked him on the lips and snagged the top from him before heading towards door across and into a vast bathroom. Stopping slightly in her tracks, Adria looked back and shot him a sly smile, "You coming or not?"

A boyish grin immediately found its way across the detective's handsome face before he tugged at Adria's waist and shut the bathroom door behind them.

An hour and a half later, Adria was talking to a middle-aged photographer. She was listening to his instructions intently whilst a young woman curled her hair and added extensions. A cup of coffee in hand, Flack watched Adrianna from his seat. It was then that he noticed that she was shivering against the cold wind. He couldn't blame her, they were on top of tall building and it had rained the night before. Apparently, that didn't seem to matter to the photographer directing the shoot for Adria was soon enough clan in a white bikini with golden accents. From the way things were looking, she was going to have to get into the freezing pool water.

"You are?" a new voice snapped Flack's gaze away from his girlfriend and to a male model with gray eyes.

"Don Flack."

"Dimitri Shanshof." He shook Flack's hand and took a seat beside him. "You are Adrianna's boy friend?"

"Yah."

"You're very lucky." Before Flack could retort, the photographer called Dimitri to the pool. Adrianna was already in, her teeth chattering as she desperately tried to warm herself up by rubbing her hands over her arms. However, once Dimitri was by her side, she put aside the way she felt and posed. It wasn't easy for Flack to watch another man hold his girlfriend in such an intimate way, and it took all his self control to not whisk her away.

"You doing okay, Adrianna?" the photographer asked as he put down his camera; her lips had begun to turn slightly blue and she was shivering even more noticeably.

"Don't worry about it, Patrick." Adria tried to put on a brave smile despite the fact that she was whiter than snow.

"We can continue this later; get the girl out of the pool." The photographer ordered. It was then that Flack knew that something was seriously wrong. Adria could barely stand for she was shivering too uncontrollably. She had already been wrapped in three warm towels and yet her lips remained blue, but before Flack could go to her, a stern looking man in a suit yanked her by the arm and into a slightly covered area. Luckily for Don, the area was visible from where he sat. A frown immediately found its way across his face when he saw the man shoving what looked to be a damp cloth towards Adria's nose. He noticed that Adria was trying to reason out with him, but the man had the upper arm and finally held it firmly under her nose. It was when Adria started vomiting into the pail that the man had brought that the detective realized exactly what had been going on. Apparently, being a size one wasn't enough for this man.

"Adrianna! We need you." The photographer called out, not being able to see her from where he stood. Adria soon enough emerged, a fake smile plastered on her face as she visibly downed a breath mint. "You good?"

"Yah. I'm perfect." And then, she got right back into the pool with Dimitri. It was after the fifth shot that Adria started coughing. It started out soft but soon enough turned into hacking coughs. Her lips were almost completely blue and she was shaking even more than she had earlier.

"Dimitri! Get her out of the pool!"

Dimitri obliged and scooped Adrianna into his arms. The coughing continued as did the chattering of her teeth. Not being able to just stand by, Flack immediately headed towards them and took Adria into his arms.

"Talk to me, doll." Flack desperately tried to warm her up as he rubbed his hands over her arms. Paramedics soon joined them and draped fluffy blankets around Adria's shivering frame.

"I didn't think it would be so cold." Adria managed to cough out as a paramedic put a stethoscope to her back and taking her blood pressure.

"You're on the verge of hypothermia, Ms. We'll need you to move you into the clinic to get your body temperature back down."

"Don't worry, doll; I've got you. I've got you…"