Why do I hurt my favorite character so? I don't know, but I do and I do it well. ^_^ Sequel to 'Okay'

Warnings: Drug use. (This is an ongoing story and warnings will be added as I go along.)

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Throwing open the refrigerator door Chris pulled out a bottle of water and took a gulp. A sigh fell from his lips when he felt the pills that had been in his mouth slid down his throat. Once he was sure they were down he placed another two in his mouth and took another drink.

His eyes were shut as he stood there waiting for them to kick in. It wouldn't be long. He hoped. All he knew was that he couldn't stand the feeling of something trying to claw its way out of him anymore. He needed it gone.

Running his nails over his scalp harshly he made his way to the table and fell into one of the chairs. Downstairs he could hear his team talking and laughing about something or another. He hadn't been paying that close attention when he left.

He just needed to get away from them. It never accord to him just how loud and annoying they all were. Always happy for some reason. Laughing and hanging off of each other like they were having the time of their life.

Chris wouldn't call himself an angry person, but he wasn't happy all the time. It was tiring just being around them. Not to mention it made him want to punch something. Right now he'd settle for one of their smiling faces.

He was just so damn sick of them all! Couldn't they just shut up for five seconds? He wasn't normally so quick to annoy, but everything seemed to be driving him up a wall lately. He really wished it wasn't there.

Drumming his nails against the table Chris did his best to ignore the voices downstairs as he continued to wait. All he had to do was get the pills to calm him down and then he could go back to work and everything would be fine.

Maybe he should take some more. He had already upped it from two to four the other day and the feeling wasn't lasting nearly as long. Taking six might just be enough to get him through the rest of the day. Or at least a few hours.

His hand moved to his the painkillers in his pocket when Percy yelled something causing everyone to laugh. The overwhelming urge to storm down and deck her filled him. Anything to get her to just shut up.

They weren't on a case and the paperwork had been filed already sot it wasn't as if there was any reason for them not to be talking while they waited. Did they have to be so loud about everything though?

Clenching his jaw he took a shaky breath trying to calm himself down. It was only a few more hours. He was going to be fine. Everything was going to be fine. There was no reason for him to go off on someone.

His heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest. He wasn't completely sure why his heart was going insane, but he needed it to stop. Burying his head in his hands he forced himself to take some deep breaths hoping they'd help.

Shaking his head he jumped to his feet and started to pace the small kitchen. His heart wasn't calming down any, but the movement made him feel a little better. He just had to wait out the feeling of his heart trying to escape his chest. It wouldn't be long.

As he continued to pace he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the pills again. His hand was shaking as he poured two into it before popping them into his mouth. He reached for his drink but instead of grabbing it he caused it to fall and spill onto the floor.

Cursing he dry swallowed the pills already in his mouth before putting the rest away. Dropping to his knees he started to wipe at the water not caring that his knees were getting soaked. It took him longer than he liked to admit to realize that running his hands through the water wasn't helping.

A dark chuckle left his lips as he fell back on his ass and ran his wet hands through his hair. For a moment he did nothing more than sit there staring at the puddle of water that was slowly soaking into the carpet.

"Come on, Gregorio," Sebastian laughed from below, "There's no way that happened."

Feeling his anger finally reach its boiling point Chris jumped to his feet and stormed downstairs. He could vaguely hear the people around him saying something, but he couldn't make out a word of it.

Once he was at his desk he grabbed for his car keys only to have his hand knock into the files that were already there causing them to spill onto the floor. He didn't even bother stopping to pick them up as he started to leave.

"Hey," Sebastian said getting in his way, "What's wrong? Is everything okay? What happened?"

"Outside of you being in my way?" Chris glared at the taller man, "Nothing."

"W-What?"

"Really? Are you really as stupid as you look? Let me put it in small words you can handle. Move!"

Sebastian's mouth fell open in shock as Chris shouldered him out of the way. He barely got a few steps before both Percy and Gregorio were standing in front of him glaring in a way that usually made him take a step back.

"LaSalle!" Percy barked crossing her arms over her chest, "What the hell was that?"

"I thought it was obvious," he spoke back taking a step forward, "Do I need to spell it out for you two as well?"

"What is your problem?" Gregorio questioned looking as if she was ready for a fight.

"Outside of two bitches standing in my way, you mean?"

"Christopher!" Pride snapped grabbing his shoulder and spinning him around.

Before the younger man could even think about his actions his fist was shooting out to clip his boss in the jaw. The hit was hard enough that Pride took a step back letting him go, but it wasn't enough.

Jumping forward Chris balled his fists in the man's shirt and pushed him backwards until he was ramming into a desk. Once they weren't moving he was pulled one hand away he threw another punch and then another and another.

He felt a hand wrap around his arm trying to stop him, but he just threw his elbow back making whoever it was move away from him. His brain barely registered the sound of someone falling to the ground when he did that.

The interruption in his punches was just long enough for Pride to come out of his shock at start defending himself. It was nothing more than blocking his hits and that pissed Chris off more than it should. He wanted a fight.

Growling he used the hand still tangled in the man's shirt to pull him down enough to knee him in the stomach. Pride doubled over for a second before he was surging up and throwing his first and only punch to Chris's still healing ribs.

A gasp fell from his lips as he fell to his knees. Even with the painkillers in his system a direct hit like that was just pure pain. As he knelt there trying to get his breathing back in order the anger and need to fight slowly slipped out of him.

"Christopher," Pride said standing in front of him, "You want to tell me what that was about?"

"Go to hell," he bit out glaring up at the man.

Before anyone could say anything else Chris was on his feet doing what he had been trying to do all along. No one bothered to try to stop him as he exited the office and made his way wherever he was going.