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Chapter 13 - One, Two, Three, You're Outed

Kendall's POV

Jo led me into hers and Camille's room, and closed the door behind us, before wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling my face down so that our lips met. I felt my mouth mold against hers at once, and in that split second, nothing had ever changed between us. All I knew was that this was here, now, but location didn't matter. The situation, the circumstances, the DLS-S Cruise, none of it mattered. All that was important was us, her and me, and whatever was between us.

And the only thing between us at the moment was clothes.

Jo seemed to read my mind, because in the instant that the thought crossed my mind, she tugged on the hem of my shirt, and I pulled it up and over my head, tossing it to the side. She pulled back, panting, brown eyes glittering, as she yanked her own shirt off. She smirked when I didn't do anything.

"Enjoying the view?"

I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her to me. "Immensely," I answered, before kissing her full on the mouth. She responded immediately, pressing her body hard against mine, grabbing at my shoulders. I lifted her up and she immediately wrapped her legs around my hips.

I pulled my mouth away from hers and began to kiss and bite my way along her right shoulder, licking and blowing on the different spots to soothe out any irritation or pain, but she just tipped her neck to the side, moaning my name as she tugged at my hair.

I lifted my head up so that she could kiss me again.

"Wait," she said, pulling back, and wiggling out of my arms.

"What?" I asked as I set her down. "Don't you - don't you want this?"

"I do," Jo assured me, "but...You don't know the truth about why Logan was actually in my hotel room in New Zealand."

My head immediately began spinning. "But - but you said - "

"We never slept together!" she cried. "But...look...it had nothing to do with you or me, or Logan or you, but with a common enemy that Logan and I had."

I plonked down on her bed. I could tell it was hers, and not Camille's, because only Camille would have a black, gold, and purple pillow, with a golden star, complete with her name, pinned to it, which the other bed did.

"So tell me," I suggested. "Tell me who this 'common enemy' is. Who hated both you and Logan, but didn't mind me?"

"Well, I shouldn't say he hated only us. He wasn't overly fond of any of you guys. But Logan and I both found out stuff about him that he would never want us to know. It's one of the reasons why I didn't think Logan had raped Stephanie."

"Who is it?"

Jo fidgeted slightly. "I don't know if you'll believe me."

"Try me. I've heard some pretty weird stuff these past few days."

"Well...okay...Your boss."

"Gustavo?"

"No, the higher up one. The CEO of all of your butts. Griffin."

"You're kidding me. What did you ever do to him? What could you do to him? You and Logan?"

"I told you, we found out a whole bunch of stuff that he never meant to get out."

"Well, what was the stuff?" I asked impatiently.

Jo twisted her hands together and sat down next to me, her blonde hair falling into her face. "Griffin...He's...He's bisexual."

I dry choked. "WHAT?"

She nodded, looking down at her lap. "Logan and I walked in on him with, um, your bass player."

"You're kidding me."

She shook her head. "No. It really happened. Logan told me that there were other...ummm...incidents. And I found out that he also likes younger girls. Well, I mean, he's not really picky about the ages. Boys or girls, it doesn't really matter to him."

"That's - that's disgusting," I stated flatly.

"I know. I have never been able to get that - that scene - out of my head. It was the most horrendous thing I have ever seen."

"And Griffin knows you know?"

"Yeah. He...well, you know, he had control over Logan, since he worked for him, but he didn't have any over me. So he landed me the movie deal. I didn't realize he was behind it at the time, but a couple of months into the shoot, a producer mentioned to me that he was very glad that Griffin had recommended me for the part - and then insisted, quite heavily, that I get it."

"And where does Logan ending up in your bedroom in New Zealand come in?"

"Logan had just walked in on Griffin with two male prostitutes. Griffin was cracking down on him to keep his mouth shut, and he made Logan a deal: He could go to the Young Doctor's Convention in Wellington - the capital of New Zealand - as long as he kept his mouth shut. Logan contacted me to let me know about the update on Griffin, and Griffin must have found out somehow. I don't know how. But Logan and I made arrangements to meet at my hotel, only upon arriving, he was grabbed and drugged, and then left outside my suite. I managed to get him inside and I was taking care of him. He was just sleeping off the effects of the drug when you showed up."

For once, I had no response. The story was so crazy...And yet, there were explanations to questions that I had never completely asked, but had always subconsciously wondered.

Jo watched me mull this over, not saying a word.

Finally, I looked at her. "Do you know if he's dangerous?"

"Kendall, think about it - he had Logan drugged! I don't know what the point of that was, but I think it was supposed to be a warning - we needed to stay out of Griffin's business, or else something worse could happen."

I bit my lip, as a theory began to slowly form in my mind. "I wonder..."

"What?"

"Griffin insisted that I fly to New Zealand to see you. I'm wondering now if it was all a setup. I think he was trying to breakup the band at the time anyway. And finding Logan in your bed would certainly help with that. Plus, I was probably one of your only connections to him, so...Severe it, and you would no longer have anyway to get to him."

"Probably," Jo agreed, looking up at me again.

"So he was behind you leaving, Logan ending up in your room, and me catching you guys?"

"Yep."

"And then there was the band's breakup..."

"I have a theory about Stephanie's rape too," Jo added grimly, her mouth set in a fierce line.

"Wait - you don't think - "

"I don't know. I don't think there's anyway to prove it now."

"Probably not," I agreed.

"But we know it wasn't Logan...and Griffin's dangerous enough for it..."

"I know."

Jo sighed. "Well...now you know."

"Yeah, now I know."

"I'm sorry that it took me so long to tell you...But after Logan was drugged, we thought it was best to keep our mouths shut. And now, well..."

"It doesn't really matter?" I laughed dryly. "Since, you know, we're going to be dead in a week and a half?"

"Kendall - "

I stood up and retrieved my shirt. "Look, I appreciate you telling me this. I really do. But you didn't tell me when it happened. You let me believe for three years that you and Logan had hooked up - "

"I told you we didn't!" she cried, also getting to her feet and putting her shirt on.

"You wouldn't tell me what really happened. To me, that was as good as a confession."

"Kendall - "

"I'll see you later, Jo."

"No! You're not leaving!" she grabbed my arm, and pulled me back to her. "You can't honestly be getting angry at me! This isn't my fault! Logan and I were in the wrong place at the wrong time when we walked in on Griffin! And he's been after us ever since! This is his fault! So don't you dare take your anger out on me! Do you hear me, Kendall Knight?"

We stared at each other, breathing heavily, and then our lips crashed together. The next thing I knew, we were ripping each other's clothes off and tumbling onto the bed, with her on top of me.

She tossed her hair over one shoulder, resting her elbows on my chest. "If you think you're leaving now, you're nuts."

I smirked. "If you think I would want to leave now, you're nuts."

She smirked back. "That's what I thought." And she kissed me again.

Katie's POV

James crawled off of me, panting, his usual perfect brown hair matted, bangs falling into his eyes. He grinned saucily at me and hopped down from the speakeasy bar. He reached for his boxers and tossed me my bra and panties. "So, having sex on a speakeasy bar, on the bottom floor of a ship. That's a new one."

"You have such a way with words," I retorted sarcastically, while smiling slightly as I slid my underwear on. "Seriously, you could be the next Shakespeare."

"That's what I thought!" he cried, propping himself back up onto the bar, now in his boxers. "I could write the next brilliant work of literature! The next Romeo And Juliet! The next Hamlet! The next - "

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get the picture. How about if you try to be the next Mick Jagger or something?"

He got to his feet and imitated Mick Jagger, while singing "(Can't Get No) Satisfaction". "Think I could?"

"I think you look ridiculous dancing on a bar in just your boxers."

"Maybe, but I also look sexy."

"Yep, you're sexy and you know it," I deadpanned.

"Exactly!"

"Don't you dare sing that!"

He pouted at me. "But I'm sexy and I know it!"

"You're also crazy and I know it."

He stuck his tongue out at me. "See this?" he pointed to his tongue.

"No, I'm blind."

"Ha ha, very funny. Anyway, we both know what I can do with it...What you like..."

My face heated up, and I quickly hooked my bra up and jumped down to the floor. "That is not fair! That's sex as a weapon!"

"In a manner of speaking..."

"You dirty rotten - "

He landed right in front of me. "You were saying?"

I would just like to point out that I stayed my ground. Even when he wrapped his arms around me, I didn't try to back up. When he re-unhooked my bra, I didn't move.

Well, maybe I wiggled a little...

"You're horrible," I groaned. "You can't - I mean, you need to rest...You have stamina, but not that much!"

He flashed me a cocky grin. "Who said anything about intercourse? I plan on using my tongue."

My eyes widened. "James - James - I don't - "

"You used to love it," he recalled, sucking on my shoulder. "And I bet you still do."

"I - I - I - I - I - "

"Is that a yes?"

"J-J-J-J-J-James - "

"That's what I thought."

Ten Minutes Later...

"I won't be able to walk tomorrow," I groaned. "Actually, I don't think I can walk now."

"That's what you get for being a smart ass," James said, licking his lips.

"That's not fair!" I whined, my body still shaking slightly from the orgasm that James was kind enough to spring on me. "I'm always a smart ass! It's in my nature!"

"Well, for being a smart ass about how sexy I am."

"Actually, I was being a smart ass about your mental stability."

James licked his lips again, going a little more slowly this time. "Remember what I can do with my tongue...and my mouth."

"You're so mean," I moaned, and rolled over onto my stomach.

"Maybe." I felt him hover over me. His lips came close to my left ear, his breath hot and heavy against my skin. "Or maybe I just love seeing you in ecstasy."

A shudder went through my body.

"James..." I gasped out. "Seriously...I don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow. I don't even know if I can walk now."

He chuckled and slid away from me. "Want a hot bath?"

"That would be awesome."

"Cool. So, a hot bath for two - "

"You're sex-crazed!"

"Maybe. Or maybe I just believe in making the best out of a bad situation. Sex with you twenty-four/seven? It has really improved the living conditions here."

I pouted at him. "Are you telling me you only like me for my body?"

He chuckled. "You know the answer to that."

"Do I? Do I really?" I rolled over and sat up.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine, letting his mouth linger over mine. "Yeah, you do. You wouldn't be half as sexy or beautiful to me if you weren't you. And by that, I mean wicked smart, mischievous, sarcastic, and never afraid to hold back."

I looked up at him, and then realized that I was still naked. James passed me my clothes.

We got dressed, and then turned back to each other. "I believe you," I said quietly.

He nodded, but his face was as serious as my voice, and I could tell that he was scared that I still didn't trust him. And maybe I didn't. Not completely, anyway.

"Give me time," I told him quietly. "A few days isn't enough for me to get passed this. But give me time. I will be able to trust you completely again."

"What if we don't have time?" he demanded in frustration. "We have a week and a half, and then after that...Who knows?"

"James..."

"It's true! We've been on this ship for three days!"

I glanced at my phone. "Ummm...four days, actually. It's 2PM on May 5th."

"Which means we just lost another day!"

"James - " I tried again.

He sighed. "Look, I just don't want my mistakes to...I just want...If I'm going to die, I want to know that you forgive me completely. And if I know you love me even half as much as I love you, I'll die happy."

"James, you're not going to die, and neither am I." I wrapped my arms around his waist. "No matter what The Replacement does, there's always a way out of a situation. We just have to find the way out of this situation."

He hugged me back. "How?"

"I don't know. But we'll figure it out. Of that, I'm confident. You just need to be too."

"Yeah...I guess..."

"Well, I know."

There was a pause, and then I said, "Come on, let's go up to our room. We can get some sleep."

He nodded. "Okay."

Camille's POV

It was nearly 6 AM. I had barely slept. I had barely ate. I just sat at Logan's side, reading, eyes blurry and barely able to take in what was on the page. I had finally dozed off around four in the morning, but I had woken back up almost two hours later. Logan was still unconscious...So nothing had changed. Well, that was something, I guess.

I groaned when I saw the clock and closed my eyes again, hoping to get back to sleep. I guess I managed to doze back off, because the next thing I knew, it was eight-o-clock, and sun was streaming in through the bedroom window.

I could hear the gentle lapping of waves against the hull of the ship, and squawking that reminded me of seagulls, but other than that, it was peacefully quiet. It was false security, though. I knew that The Replacement was probably watching Logan and me at this very moment.

Speaking of Logan...

There was movement from his bed. I sat up, realizing what had woken me, and jumped to the floor.

Logan slowly opened his eyes, groaning. "Owwww..."

"Logan! Ohmigosh! You're awake! Oh thank goodness!"

He opened his mouth. "What - what happened?" His voice was raspy, and I realized how dry his throat must be. I immediately thrusted my water bottle at him, uncapping it for him, and he gratefully took it, downing it.

"You were pushed down a flight of stairs by The Replacement," I told him softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "You've been unconscious for the past eight hours or so."

His eyes widened. "Oh...yeah..." He tried to sit up, and winced, putting his hand to his head.

"We think you have a concussion," I said. "But I don't know what to do about that."

"Just...I think there's some Tylenol or something in the medicine cabinet. Could you get me some?"

"Sure," I agreed at once.

He smiled gratefully at me. "You don't have to do it now. You look exhausted. You should probably go back to sleep."

"Oh, no, I'm fine - "

"Bullshit," he said. "No offense, Cami, you're beautiful, but you really do look exhausted."

"I'm not going to go back to sleep. I got a few hours of sleep. I'll be fine. I just need to take a shower and put on some makeup or something."

He eyed me. "How much did you sleep?"

"A few hours - "

"How much, Camille?"

"About four hours."

He winced. "That's not very good."

"Hey, I'm used to it. I'm kind of an insomniac, if you'll remember."

"Well, yeah, but - "

"I'm fine!"

"Okay, fine. Sorry for being worried about you."

"Fine."

There was a pause, and then our lips collided. He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him. I shifted so that I was straddling him, our tongues intertwining and fighting to see which one would come out on top.

I moaned slightly as he slid his fingers under my t-shirt, gently tracing my bare spine. I could get used to this so easily...

He deepened the kiss, pulling me down even closer to him, so that I was almost laying flat on him.

"Camille..." he groaned against my lips. "Mmmm..."

I moved my lips against his, gently nibbling at his bottom lip.

We finally pulled apart, panting heavily.

"Wow," Logan gasped out. "That was - wow...I should get knocked out more often if that's the reception I get."

"Don't you dare."

He chuckled and then winced, clapping his hand to his head again.

"I'll get you that Tylenol," I said quickly, hopping off of the bed. I headed into the bathroom, and opened up the medicine cabinet. I quickly located the Tylenol, and snatched it up. Before I could close the cabinet door, however, I saw a bunch of small containers of pills, which I knew definitely weren't Logan's. These were stuff that was supposed to keep your skin winkle-free, and such. But one stood out. It was a plain container, nothing special about it, and it was labeled simply: Rohypnol.

The name sounded familiar, and it took me a few moments to realize just what I was looking at.

Roofies. Date rape drugs.

Oh my God.

I knew Rohypnol was used for insomnia, because it had once been prescribed to me by a doctor, but that didn't mean much. I had to ask Logan about it. I was sure it wasn't his, but if it wasn't his, then that made it Griffin's...

I brought the Tylenol, and a bottle of water, back out to Logan. He knocked a couple of pills into his hand and popped them in his mouth, washing them down with a large gulp of water.

"Thanks," he said to me.

"Logan?"

"Yeah?"

"Why is rohypnol in your medicine cabinet?"

He sat straight up, cringed again, and stared at me. "What?"

I nodded. "There's a bottle in your medicine cabinet. It's in with Griffin's things - "

"I don't - I have no idea - oh my God - "

I looked at him, eyes wide. "You don't think - you don't think Griffin's the one who raped Stephanie, do you?"

"I - I don't know...I mean, it's certainly a possibility..."

"It was so long ago...He might not even have had the roofies then - "

"Yeah...but he may have. I wonder if there's some way to see how long he's had the prescription..."

"Maybe it'll show on the bottle."

"Could you go and look?"

I nodded and stood up, going back into the bathroom.

I quickly located the bottle and checked the prescription. He had first been prescribed rohypnol six-and-a-half years ago. He had had it when Stephanie had been at the Palmwoods.

I returned to Logan, jaw set. "He had it when Stephanie was in LA. He definitely could have used it on her."

Logan nodded. "We may just have found the rapist in our midst."

"Wow..." I said, completely speechless.

"Yeah, I know."

I looked at him. "What do we do?"

"Confront him?"

"Maybe..."

"I don't know. But...that's not the only indiscretion, if you can even call it that, that he's had."

"What else has he done?" I demanded.

Logan took a deep breath. "He's...well...he's bi."

"Bi? Like bisexual?"

"Uh huh. Jo and I caught him having sex with our bass player, and I know he was with other guys...Ummm...male prostitutes - escorts, he called them - and he propositioned Mercedes's boyfriend. Her boyfriend was straight though, and he loved Mercedes, so he wasn't tempted in the least."

My jaw dropped. "Wow...But...are you sure he's not just gay?"

"He might be...But he's still married. I know that doesn't mean anything, but...It's a possibility that he likes both men and women."

"Yeah, I guess so."

"I don't know what to do," he said quietly.

I put my hand on his shoulder. "I guess we just figure it out as we go along."

"Yeah, I guess so."

I leaned forward and kissed him again.

James's POV

The only thing that would make waking up next to Katie even better would be if we weren't trapped on a ship with a psycho who really wants to kill us. But that's really the only thing that would improve it. Because other than, there's nothing to improve. We could wake up in a cave, and I wouldn't care. I wouldn't give a damn where we were, as long as I was with her.

Katie smiled over at me. "Hey."

"Hey." I sat up and kissed her gently. She kissed me back, and then pulled away.

"It's almost 10. We need to get up."

I made a face. "Do we have to? Can't we just stay in bed for the rest of the day?"

"Nope. What if the others have some clue about who The Replacement is, or some other vital piece of information?"

"Fine," I grumbled. "I guess we should shower and dress."

She chuckled. "You're so cute."

"Thanks."

She kissed me again. "It's a good thing, believe me."

"So I've heard."

"Ooh, you get really cranky when you've gone more than an hour without sex."

"Correction: I get really cranky when I've gone more than an hour of sex without you."

"Tell you what - we'll go down and eat, do a quick catch up with everyone, see how Logan's doing, and then we can come back up here and so some catching up ourselves." She winked at me as she got out of bed. "Besides, I never said we couldn't shower together."

I quickly scurried into the bathroom after her.

Forty-five minutes later, we stepped into the dining hall...and discovered that only Mrs. Knight, Gustavo, Kelly, and Griffin were there.

"Everyone else is still asleep," Mrs. Knight reported, glancing at Katie and me, and then quickly looking down.

"Oh, okay," Katie said. "Do you know if Logan's awake?"

"Yeah, he is. I stopped by his room, and he and Camille were talking."

"That's good," I put in as I went over to the buffet counter and dished my plate up with eggs and bacon. "I wonder if he saw his attacker."

"He didn't seem to. He said he was blindfolded." Mrs. Knight watched Katie and me, eyes narrowed slightly.

I was beginning to get the feeling that Mama Knight was upset with me, and possibly Katie, for some reason, although I couldn't figure out why. We hadn't even kissed in front of her. Maybe we hadn't seemed to care enough about Logan? And we did keep disappearing after all...

Katie and I sat down at the table to eat, Mrs. Knight watching us discreetly the entire time. It was unnerving, to be completely honest. I couldn't figure out what was going on.

When we had finished, she looked right at Katie and me and said, "I need to speak with you two."

We nodded and stood up, following her out of the room. She led us to the room she shared with Kendall, and gestured for us to sit on Kendall's bed.

"What's going on, Mom?" Katie asked in confusion.

Mrs. Knight closed her eyes, and wordlessly pulled out her phone. She fiddled with it, before handing it to Katie. Katie took one look at it and gasped. "Oh my God..."

I looked at the screen and let out a soft moan.

It was a picture of Katie and me, in the bed in our room, right in the middle of sex...

"There are more," Mrs. Knight said quietly, eyes still closed. "From back at 2J, when we were still living there."

"Mom..." Katie began, voice quiet and meek. "It's not...I mean...it is kind of what it looks like, but..."

"You were having sex with him three years ago." It was a statement, not a question.

"Look, it's my fault," I spoke up. "I convinced her. She didn't know any better - "

"I knew exactly what I was doing!" Katie cried. "Yes, James and I had a relationship, and yes, I lost my virginity to him, but - "

"And you two are back together now?"

We nodded together.

"Well, now I know why you two were placed together. Sometimes I wondered if you two were together before we left LA, just some of the way you," she looked at Katie, "acted when I mentioned James, after we left, and I guess I was right."

"I'm sorry," Katie said quietly.

Mrs. Knight looked at her, but didn't say anything.

"It was my fault," I insisted. "I approached her, I seduced her, I broke her heart. And I'm sorry for what I did. I'll be sorry for it every single day of my life."

"He only broke up with me because he was trying to protect me," Katie jumped in.

"I still shouldn't have done it."

"Wow, now I know for a fact that I'm missing something," Mrs. Knight interrupted us. "Why would breaking up with you protect you?"

Katie and I glanced at each other, and then began to fill her in.

When we were finished, her lips were pressed together. "I knew Griffin was sick. I knew he had issues. But this...this of all things...My God! He's the reason Big Time Rush broke up?"

"Well, one of them..." I said. "We were already having some problems, but he was definitely the force behind the breakup."

She nodded. "Somehow, that really doesn't surprise me."

"So...are you okay with - with James and me?" Katie asked quietly.

Mama Knight looked at her. "I'm not thrilled about your relationship, when you were 16. You were too young for that...But I have a feeling you two realize that now. But now...I just want you to be happy. And it's obvious that James makes you happy. Although, I really don't need to know just how happy..."

She took her phone back as we laughed, a little uncomfortably, and deleted the pictures. "I never want to see you two in that situation again."

"Yeah, we never want you to see us in that situation again either," Katie told her.

Mrs. Knight cracked a smile, just before our phones all vibrated and beeped with a new text message.

We all looked at each other, before pulling out our phones and checking our messages. One new text:

Greetings to all passengers! An interesting secret has, of just a couple hours ago, been unearthed...Turns out that a certain passenger has rohypnol in his medicine cabinet...The same drug that was allegedly used to rape Miss Stephanie King. And who would this passenger be? Why, Arthur Griffin, of course! Wow, what a secret! Well, I could've told you all that it was Griffin who raped her. I just wanted to see how long you would all figure it out. So...shocked? Horrified? You should be. Seems that Griffin has a few more interesting secrets, which Mr. Logan Mitchell and Miss Jo Taylor are spreading rapidly. Griffin, it looks like you've been outed. -The Replacement.

Well...That confirms pretty much everyone's suspicions about Griffin ;) A lot of you called it, and you were right. So, what'd you guys think? Did you like it? Love it? Hate it? It might seem slightly rushed, and if it is, then I'm sorry. I just really wanted to get the DLS-S Cruise updated, so that you all wouldn't have to wait any longer. And I really hope the next chapter will be up much sooner than this one was.

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