"Your little PA is in trouble," Kalinda Sharma informed Cary once she had seen Isabelle leave on her dinner break with her nosy friend. Cary raised a brow and looked at Kalinda as she shut the door and took a seat on the sofa, crossing her legs, her notebook still in her hand whilst Cary turned in his chair and looked at her, leaning forward and clasping his hands together.

"And what kind of trouble would this be?" he asked Kalinda and she looked at him intently and nodded.

"I know you know about her past," Kalinda said. "Will asked me to make sure you didn't make her feel uncomfortable."

"And how do you know about her past?"

"I'm a private detective Cary," she told him simply. "It's my job to find out what you don't know."

"Well," Cary clapped his hands once, "what is this grave danger you speak about?"

"She's annoyed a man. Not a very nice one either," Kalinda said. "He asked me to find out where she was working."

"And did you tell him?"

"No," Kalinda said simply. "I told him that I didn't know where she was and he's gone to find another investigator."

"And what does he want with Isabelle?"

"He wants the one thousand dollars worth of heroin which she stole from him," Kalinda replied. "Apparently she was a valuable customer until she betrayed him."

"One thousand dollars?" Cary checked and leaned back, straightening his tie out and shaking his head. "I'll pay for it if she can't."

"Why would you do that?" Kalinda asked. "She's only your PA."

"You know what she's been through Kalinda," Cary replied. "She doesn't need some cracked up drug dealer coming in and threatening her for money."

"You like her," Kalinda said. "More than your PA."

"No," Cary said quickly. "What is his name?"

"I wouldn't bother," Kalinda told Cary. "It isn't the money which is bothering him. He wants personal vengeance for her betraying him."

"You mean he wants to kill her?" Cary checked and Kalinda shrugged.

"I thought he would just want to give her a good beating," she said. "But we both know anger can lead into murder."

Kalinda stood up and looked back at Cary as she opened the door, simply saying;

"If you care as little as you say," she said, "then this won't bother you."

She left the office and Cary watched her move away before he grabbed onto his phone, quickly picking it up and punching in the numbers he needed.

"Isabelle," he said simply, "I need you back at the office now."

…

"You've been in a funny mood all day," Isabelle commented as she finished off the paperwork and rested it onto Cary's desk and he looked at her.

"I have no idea what you mean," he replied quickly. "I've been busy."

"No," she whispered, "there's something else."

"There's nothing else," he assured her. "I promise you."

"Are you sure?" she asked him. "Because you've been helpful all day and I've hardly had to move from my desk."

"I can be nice Isabelle," Cary simply replied back to her. "Besides…your desk is like sanctuary right?"

"Right," Isabelle drawled. "Well I'm heading off for the night."

"How are you getting home?" Cary asked her.

"Cab," she replied. "My car is still in the garage."

"I'll share a cab with you then," Cary said and dropped everything he was doing. "It will be cheaper and my car is still broken."

"See," she pointed out, "this is what I mean by the different behaviour."

"Come on," Cary said and put his coat on and picked up his briefcase, moving along the corridor with her.

…

"Here's my share," she told Cary as the taxi pulled up outside her apartment block and Cary looked at the driver and then Isabelle as he took her money. He saw her jump out quickly and move into the apartment before he gave the taxi driver an instruction to wait for a moment.

…..

"Miss Daniels," a voice greeted Isabelle as she pulled her apartment keys from her bag and she looked up to see a tall man stood there. His grey hair was slicked back from his face and his eyes were narrowed in her direction. Isabelle dropped her keys back into her bag before turning on her heel and running down the corridor. The man grasped onto her arm by the stairwell, turning her and slamming her against the wall.

"That wasn't a nice greeting, was it Isabelle?"

"Get off me," she said deeply and he looked into her eyes, brushing her blonde hair from her face and pushing it behind her ear.

"You took a lot of money from me Isabelle," he whispered. "More money than your life is worth."

"I said get off," she snapped at him.

"I think you should listen to her," Cary's voice suddenly spoke as he stood by the stairwell doors and the man looked at Agos and chuckled.

"You've got yourself a little jumped up boyfriend in a suit then?" he checked with her. "Well even he can't save you from this."

"I'll call the police," Cary simply replied. "Don't think I won't. And I will sue your arse for every penny you have and make sure you go down on numerous counts of every crime you can think of."

"I'd like to see you try," the man snapped at Cary but he eased off his hold on Isabelle as the blonde slid down the wall, bending her knees and looking up at the two men as they came face to face.

"I'll be seeing you soon," he decided and Cary nodded.

"I do hope so," Cary replied and he bumped into his shoulder as he left the stairwell.

"You alright?" Cary asked Isabelle, bending down in front of her and helping her up before she held onto him tightly and he held her back.

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