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AN: During sort of a miraculous moment on the drive home from my vacation, the gas station we stopped at had internet. And so I decided to put up another chapter. It's a short chapter to leave everyone wanting more- at least that's what I wanted to accomplish with it.

A bitter cold amount of something flew up in Morgan's face. The man allowed his head to hang, even after the vast amount of water had hit him. Now the bucket resided right underneath his flaccid head, where he could glare at the thing incessantly until she filled it up again.

"Wake up!" she had screamed in a very shrill sort of tone.

He had listened, obviously, after the first bucket of water had swung up at him. However, he still succeeded in making her believe he was asleep. For whatever purposes she needed him awake. And then her hand hit his face, causing his limp head to hit the wall behind him. Brown eyes glared at her. He had tried to move his hands and feet earlier, but they were latched onto a stone wall behind him with metal cuffs.

"There," she cooed. "You're awake!"

A grin showed on her face from ear to ear. It was malicious and flirty at the same time. She pulled it off quite well. Her black curls fell in her face, and she looked quite amazing. Not amazing in the sense of 'attractive' amazing, but amazing in the sense that there is a certain air about her that Morgan could not quite put his finger on.

"So, what do you have planned?" Morgan inquired, knowing he must be bolted to the wall for some reason.

She tilted her head. Her eyes glowed brightly, like a kid looking at candy in the window of the candy shop. Of course, Veronica knew what she really, really wanted. Nobody else knew what she desired.

So she always asked, "Do you know what I really, really want?"

"To be loved?" came Morgan's answer.

He made it sound so obvious. And yet, she slapped him for good measure- even though that was what it really was. She just… wanted to be loved. Somewhere along the line, being loved became the most important thing for her. And was she ever loved? No. Not ever. And people said she was crazy. Psht. How ridiculous. So she stood there in her thoughts, rounding them up, wondering what she should say next.

And so came the lie, "Shut your mouth, heathen!" She batted her eyelashes and finished, "Of course it's not that."

Morgan eyed to the side, as if contemplating what the Hell the answer could be, and so he asked, "Well then what is it?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"No."

She smacked him again. "I want to have fun."

"You want to have fun?" Morgan said, incredulously.

"Yes," she drawled as she spun around with her circle with her arms out. When she stopped, her hands were back down at her sides, and she was still grinning. "I want to have fun!"

She walked up to Morgan, her thin hands with long sapphire blue fingernails. They tapped on his cheek. And that grin was still pasted on her stupid-looking face, which was really beginning to annoy Morgan… no matter how hot he thought she really was. This huge part of her was extraordinarily needy- he saw that. If only he could play on her neediness, and give her exactly what she wanted, she would let her free- or he would at least buy time until his team found him.

"Okay," Morgan nodded.

Placating her would be quite simple, really, if it truly was as simple as he believed it would be. So a smile spread across his face too.

"I'll let you free," she said with wide amber eyes, while pulling a key out of her back pocket. She unlocked his left foot first, and then his right. But before she let free his arm, she said, "Promise you won't run away."

"I wouldn't run away Veronica, promise you, all right?" Morgan said, a slight smile spreading across his lips.

And then she let him free- first with his left arm, then with his right.