"No, Chico, I'm still fine." Marquilla, on the phone with a friend in Brazil while driving, said.

"You figure out how you're gonna kill Caine yet?"

"No." Marquilla said, "I've got my gun and everything, but I have yet to figure out how to plan it."

"Well when do you think would be the best time?"

"When he's walking. I could be perched on top of a high building, and then shoot him. But I don't know when!"

"Alright, here, how about-"

"No! I'm going to a club, getting drunk and possibly having sex with a white guy. Bother me later, Chico!" Marquilla snapped, before ending the phone call. She threw her cell phone into the passenger's seat, missing the inside of her open purse but having it land right next to the purse instead.

She spotted the bright lights of the club almost a mile away. She pulled up and parked her Jaguar on the curb, possibly in a red-zone. Not that she cared.

She walked to the front of the never-ending line. The bouncer looked at her with scrunched eyebrows, possibly trying to remember her name.

Marquilla came here a lot back when she was in the business. Now that she was famous with her fund, everyone knew her. But now when she went to this club, she used a fake identity instead.

"Camille Perello." Marquilla said, because she knew her name was on the list… Well, not her name, but that name.

"Go right in." he said, undoing the red velvet rope. Several boos and shouts of protest sounded as she walked in, but they quickly disappeared.

Marquilla walked in there with confidence. She was dressed in a strapless, silver dress that gave off a slight sheen with it's fabric, and had ruffled detail on the front. She had black stiletto platform pumps on. Her long, black hair was in its natural state-curled in tight spirals. Her face glittered with makeup and her lips were red and full.

She walked up to the bar, asking only for a shot of tequila. The handsome, almost burly bartender delivered, and winked at her.

Maybe… Unless his shift doesn't get off for a while. Marquilla thought. She voiced her concerns out loud, "When does your shift get off?"

"Four in the morning." he said with a shrug, "But I can give you my number."

"Okay." Marquilla agreed, not really interested. He wrote his number enthusiastically on a napkin and handed it to her. She threw it in her purse, glancing at the glock 19 she had stored in there. She brought one of her guns with her everywhere she went. Even City Hall, the airport, or anywhere like that. She had ways of making it undetected by metal detectors.

"My name's Chuck." he said.

"Mar-Camille." she corrected herself immediately. She downed the shot he gave her and walked off, leaving him in her dust.

She ventured to a small table waiting for someone-anyone-to come up. She spied a friend from a nearby table and walked over to her.

"Hey, Galena!" Marquilla said.

"Hey, Mar!" she whistled, "Don't you look sexy!"

"Am I usually ugly?" Marquilla laughed, teasing.

"No, but you're usually uptight. You damn Scorpios!" Galena laughed, "Sit, please!"

"Thanks. So are you here alone."

"Not anymore."

"Good, because I was alone too."

"I don't know why we go to bars alone. It's not fun unless this happens." Galena ranted.

"Well I only come here for sex." Marquilla looked around to see a lean if not skinny guy coming toward her.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked Marquilla.

"Sure." she smiled. He sat down, bought her a drink while Galena got up to dance. Marquilla and the guy talked for a while, not learning names, but soon going up to dance as well.

After a night of making out, dancing and drinking, the guy finally asked if he wanted to come home with her.

They stumbled drunkenly and called a cab. Marquilla thought about the hassle of getting her car tomorrow. She was soon distracted of that when the guy said, "Oh, we can't go to my house tonight. It's being tented, I was staying with my friend…" he stopped his rambling and said, "What about your house?"

Even though Marquilla was wary of this, she agreed. "Sure. I hadn't caught your name, what was it?"

"Ryan. Yours?"

"Camille." Marquilla lied. She told the driver her address and once they got there, they were making out again.

All awkwardness was forgotten as they stumbled over each other to the couch. Ryan laid her down on it and proceeded to kiss down her neck. Marquilla was much to drunk to do much of anything, but tried her best and enjoyed it all that night.

XXX

Marquilla woke up in her bed, lying on Ryan's chest. She stood up and dressed in white twill shorts and a long sleeved hi-low neckline top. She put on moccasins and was about to go downstairs for coffee when she saw Hector had already put a tray up.

It was sitting on the nightstand with a stainless steel, thermal carafe and two white mugs. And sitting next to that was a small teacup filled with Marquilla's morning cappuccino.

Marquilla picked it up and drank it, then poured herself some coffee. As she sipped on that, she watched Ryan-or was it Brian?-sleep. She checked the clock to find it was only six o'clock. She would be the devil if she woke anyone this early.

She was about to leave when he woke with a start. "What's going on?" he asked groggily.

"Good morning to you, too." she greeted him, then went downstairs. He joined her at the breakfast table a few minutes later, fully dressed. She motioned a plate of pastries in the middle of the table and he sat, taking one gratefully.

"You made these?" he asked.

"No." Marquilla said, "Hector did."

"Hector?"

"Look, I'm glad we had sex and all, but it was a one night thing and I think you should leave soon."

"I need to get to work anyway." he said, finishing his food and thanking her, "Bye." he said, leaving.

Marquilla leaned back and smiled. She felt more relaxed than she had in a while. And for some reason, she was really, really happy.

XXX

"Mmm-hmm…" Marquilla said, on the phone with Renaldo, discussing the 'Assassination of Caine', as Renaldo called it. "Renaldo, I need the spies to report to me first in a week. They've been keeping track of him and recording his daily doings."

"Tell them to hurry up."

"There's also spies finding out what he'll be doing the next few weeks, where he'll be, who he'll be with and everything. How to kill him is one this, but where and when, that's a whole bigger thing. You know, I might not be able to do it."

"Why not?" Renaldo snapped, "That's the only thing you need to do."

"Please, I started this entire second coming. I am in charge, I've been keeping everything afloat from over here in the United States. I've been doing a lot. You underestimate me." Marquilla said, offended and angered.

"Whatever. Who would do it then?"

"Someone we can trust. Someone we can possibly kill afterwards that no one will miss."

"I can do it. You won't have to kill me." he offered.

"Could you come up here?"

"Of course."

"Well then come." she demanded, "You're killing Caine."

Yes, I do tend to end all chapters with a comment about killing Horatio. I will make this the running gag of the story and see how long I can keep this up. If you're reading this in the future and it already has many, many chapters, then skip ahead and prove me wrong. Find one chapter that doesn't have a comment about killing Horatio, and call me out on it.

You know, never mind. I'll probably forget soon anyway.