So here is chapter II, and I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who read chapter I. But I wanted to say a special thank you to the three people who follows 'Desiring Drusilla' and of course a big thank you to the person who favorited the story. Thank you. Enjoy the new chapter, and please let me know what you think.

"This cannot be happening. Fuck!" I said as Victor Benedict handcuffed me. This day just sucked, and it only was getting worse… I was put in a car and driven down to the FBI headquarters in Denver. Lucky me. Here I was searched to see if I was hiding weapons which I was… a lot of them to be honest. The lady who did the search looked at me and said: "I am impressed over how many weapons that you can hide on yourself. But are you hiding anymore?" I nodded and took forward three minor weapons – a handgun, a pistol and knife.

"So you have hidden 33 weapons on your body?" She said, and again I nodded. I thought that I heard her say: "Impressing, but crazy." I looked at the lady again. She had curly red head with this big green eyes, tall with a thin body, even after having giving birth several times. My guess: 2… 3 times, and clearly happily married.

"I want those back afterwards." I said.

"You can get them all back if you have license to them." She said.

"I have."

"Then there should be no problem getting them back if you are not putted in jail." She said and then followed me to an integration room where Victor Benedict was waiting for me.

"Is there not something wrong with this picture? Who is again there is being interrogated? You or me? Because I cannot remember?" I said and sat down. I looked at Tall, Dark and Handsome which I called Victor before I knew his real name which I learned about a second later.

"My name is agent Victor Benedict…" He said. Victor Benedict I said in my head. It sued him. Victor means in many languages victory and winner so he had a good start.

"Dude, stop. I did not need that information. We are not dating, Tall, Dark and Handsome." I said which Victor laughed.

"You are funny, but this is serious. So do you have a name? Because I do not think that your name is 'Drue'. It maybe be a nickname, but not your real name." Victor said. I looked at him with empty eyes and said: "Okay, you got me. 'Drue' is a nickname for Doe, Jane Doe."

"So that is, what you call yourself? Jane Doe?" Victor said.

"Well, now that you say it, it is Jane Doe Junior to be presides."

"Yeah, I am sure that your parents are really proud of you."

"I would not know that."

"And why is that?"

"Well, I have not spoken to them in 6 years. God, has it really been that long. As time flies."

"Ooh, I am… sorry?" Victor said like a question. Like he was not sure…

"Yeah, whatever."

"I think, no I know that what you just told me about your parents is the only true thing that you have said since you sat your feet in this building. I can help you, but only if you let me in. That is the only thing. You need to give me something that I can work with… I cannot help you if you do not tell what is going on." Victor said. I looked at him. I meant: I really looked at him, but I needed to think about myself first. I learned that a long time ago.

"Very touching. It really was. Almost touching enough for me to cry… Almost." I said. The helpless Drue was gone again…, and back was hard Drue who had learn how to make it on her own without help.

"I can only help you if you let me." Victor said again. He had not given up on me yet which I did not understand since most people quickly gave up on me.

"I am sorry, but I cannot do that."

"Why not?"

"Because I need to stay alive… I have come so far… too far to just give up and rule over. Now I would like to get my phone call." I said, and Victor sighted. I could see that something broke inside of Victor. He clearly thought that I would share something that could help with this case. If he just knew… I could help him with a lot of cases, but I would end up dead quickly and that was not a part of my plans. I preferred to stay alive and staying clear of Victor Benedict was the best way for me to do that.

"Are you sure that you want to do that?" Victor said really tired.

"I like to live so yeah I am sure."

"Here is the phone." Victor said and handed me a phone. I dialed the number that I after coming to America I had learned. It was one of my safety lines in case I was caught, and in my head I kept saying: Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Please pick up. You told me that if I ever needed anything then I should just call… So pick up. He picked up. I sighted out of happiness.

"Drue, is something wrong?" James asked.

"Yes, a lot of things are. Do not get me started on what is wrong… But I can tell you about it over a drink if you come and pick me up…" I said.

"I would love to. Where are you?"

"That is kind of a part of the problem."

"Drue, where are you?" James said worried.

"I am at the FBI headquarters in Denver. Do you still want to pick me up?"

"I am on my way. Stay where you are. I will be there in about 20 minutes."

"Thank you so much, but I think that I will have trouble if I try to leave since I am in the middle of an interrogation."

"Wait, why are you interrogating someone?"

"I am not. I am the one, who is being interrogated."

"I am kind of glad to hear that you did not crossover to the dark side. What are the charges?"

"I have no idea."

"Okay, ask whoever is interrogating you."

"Okay, hold on for a second then." I said to James and turned my head towards Victor.

"What are you charging me with?" I asked Victor.

"We can hold you 24 hours before we have to charge you with anything." He said.

"James, I am back."

"Good to hear. What are the charges then?"

"The normal 24 hours crap."

"Okay, that would make it a lot easier for me to get you out of there."

"Thank you. It means a lot."

"What else are friends for?"

"Still thanks." I hung up and handed the phone to Victor with a smile.

"Thank you. It should not be so long now."

"You are welcome. And great… just great." He said clearly not happy.

"Were we not done here? I am sorry, but we still have some time if you have any more questions that you wanted to ask…"

"I do still have questions if that is okay with you?"

"Of course."

"Do you know about anyone who works in the club that is dealing drugs?"

"No one is. We have a politic about drugs."

"You sound very sure about that."

"I am."

"Okay. Then what about the drugs found inside of the club tonight?"

"A guest brought them in most likely."

"Okay so. But do you really think that?"

"Yeah, I do. No one who works at the club or bakery is dealing or selling drugs so yeah I think that a guest brought in the drugs."

"Okay then. I would like to get a phone number which you can be reached at…" Victor said before he was disturbed by an agent. Agent Martin to be presides, AKA one of the good guys… Maybe Victor was also a good guy – but maybe was not good enough for me.

"This interrogation is over, agent Benedict." Agent Martin said as he walked in the room.

"Why?"

"Because I have a very angry CIA agent in my office who is here to pick up his little sister that he claims is being interrogated for something that she – after his opinion – did not do. That is why this interrogation is over."

"I did not know that she is the little sister of a CIA agent. Damn it, she would not even tell me her name." Victor said. Agent Martin said: "Annette Woods, please come with me. I will take you to your brother." I smiled at him and said: "Thank you, agent Martin. But I would also like to get back my weapons."

"Of course, Annette. This way please." Agent Martin said, and I followed him out of the door, but just before stepping over the doorstep I turned around to look at Victor. Telepathic I said: 'Goodbye, agent Victor Benedict. And good luck… Something tells me that you are going to need it. And if I were you I would begin with looking at a guest named Cindy Schuhemann. She is the main drug dealer in Denver. Be careful… she is very dangerous.' Then I left a very shocked Victor Benedict behind. It did not take long before I could see James. I ran towards as soon as I saw him. He opened his arms and gave me a big hug. Then he kissed me at the top of my head and said: "Sis, are you okay? If any of those FBI agents as much as touched you, I will end them." Telepathic he added: 'I mean it, Drue. If anyone touched you or anything, I will end them.' I looked at him and said: "I am okay, brother." And telepathic I added: 'I mean it. They were all nice to me.'

'Good. Now that about that drink...?'