Sabrina's eyelids fluttered as she regained consciousness, her senses slowly forming again as her body reconnected. She let out a gasp as her dry throat screamed for water; she tried to bring her hands to her mouth, but she couldn't move. She was restrained. She looked around the room, it was painted a dark shade of red, candles were lit, and the sweet smell of lavender filled the air. She noticed the drawn curtains, her favourite song playing in the background, her eyes not knowing where to look next, she caught a sight of familiarity, her on screen partner lay next to her, he too bound.

"Don't say anything." Scott directed.

She looked around and saw a woman standing in the door frame, she hadn't been there before. She held a bunch of lilies in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. In the time it took Sabrina to blink away her confusion, a male had joined the woman at the door. The couple staring in on their hostages, both holding an unyielding smirk.

"Darlene. You need to keep your strength up, take the water." The female's voice was blunt, and informative.

"Why are you calling me Darlene? That's my character's name. Jen, you know my name." Sabrina's eyes widened a little as she saw her friend Jenny walking towards her.

"You," Jenny said chucking the lilies at Scott, "You bought these for Darlene, then left them on the coffee table, that's not very romantic is it, Jason?"

"My name is Scott!" he shouted at the woman, she tilted her head with a demonic ease, anger teasing her eyes. She held a hand up and signalled to her partner. He read and understood her sign, his weight tumbled in to the dimly lit room, his frame smashing hard with each footstep. His long, yellowed nails dug deeply in to Scott's well looked after face.

"Your name," he paused taking a breath, "Is Jason." The man looked at him, sweat beading on his forehead, then falling like light rain on to Scott's face. Scott's fear rocketed, he saw the seriousness in his captors eyes. He nodded forcefully, agreeing for his life's sake.

"Jen, why are you doing this?" Sabrina sobbed.

Jenny made her way to Sabrina's bedside, she sat down and stroked the woman's face, teasing her fingertips gently down her cheek. She looked deep in to her big brown eyes, a soft warm smile approached her lips; "Darlene, you need to stop hiding your true feelings for Jason. My friend and I are just trying to give you some alone time," Jenny took three pills from her pocket, "These will help you conceive."

Shock gripped Sabrina, her entire body went numb. "Jen, please don't." Sabrina couldn't finish her sentence, tears filled her eyes then spilled down her face. Jenny looked her straight in the eyes, her friendly smile became an angry scowl, she took a deep breath in. Changing her seated position, Jenny knelt with one knee on the bed, she stroked Sabrina's face once more, when she reached her chin she clawed her nails down to the actors throat drawing blood.

"Darlene, you will take these." Jenny took a firm grip around Sabrina's throat, she clutched at her fragile skin, with her left hand, she dug her nails deep in to the woman's mouth, piercing her bottom gum, she opened her palm and watched the drugs fall to the back of her throat. Sabrina struggled, she tried to free herself, but had no luck. The pills scratched their way down Sabrina's dry throat, Jenny passed the water bottle to her partner who finally let go of Scott's neck, he handed it back to her after removing the lid and watched as she poured the entire contents in to Sabrina's mouth. They both watched with a sick fascination as Sabrina coughed, water spluttered from her lips like an angry volcano. Jenny leant in to Sabrina's face,

"If you even think about throwing them up, I will kill him. Then you." Jenny smiled and got off the bed never breaking eye contact, leaving Sabrina and Scott alone once more.

As the door slammed shut, Sabrina burst in to tears. Both the actors jumped hearing the locks slide across the heavy wooden door. The scared woman turned her head, looking directly in to the fear filled eyes of her costar.

"He's going to." She started, but Scott refused to let her finish.

"No, I won't let it happen. Bri, trust me, we're getting out of here okay!" Scott's usually calm, husky voice cracked slightly as his own faith was diminishing.

"She thinks I'm Darlene Scott, she thinks we're together!" Sabrina said frantically ignoring her pet name, Bri.

"Listen to me, the cops are going to be all over this. We're going to get out of here alive, he won't touch you, I promise."

Jenny and her partner held hands, their fingers laced with each others. "That's a bold promise." He said flicking off the intercom.

Jenny looked up at her man and smiled devilishly, "Lets hope it's true. This time." Jenny ran her hand over her partners face, Satan's smirk never once leaving her face. She watched her partners reaction, their bond stronger than any other. Their ties running deeper than most. Their histories tangled together in a mismatched misfortune, they were not drawn together, they were bound.

/

Olivia was at her desk, coffee in hand ready for the day to begin. Her partner was late, by thirty seven seconds, not that she was counting. Over the past hour, Olivia had searched every website based on shipping, name adjusting, and acronyms; she had so much to tell Elliot, so much information floating around her head. She had scribbled notes down making sure she didn't forget anything important.

Elliot walked in to the 1 – 6, his stride long and carefree, his head held high, he looked at his partner, "Morning Liv." he smiled seeing her sitting at her desk.

She stood up with an urgency that held her whole body, she had the pad of paper in her hand and took it to him placing it in front of him on his desk. She put one hand on the back of his chair, and leant over him.

"This is everything I could find on shippers." she informed.

"That including other ships?" Elliot asked.

Olivia nodded a little, "Everything. That's from the small ships, to the huge. Including Drenee."

Elliot looked at Olivia confused, "Drenee?"

"Drew MacIntyre and Renee Dagger, the characters Philippa and George played. They had a huge following."

"Still do my friends, still do." Munch said breezing in making himself comfortable at his desk. "There is a huge online memorial for them this afternoon."

"I read something about that." Olivia said flicking through her pad of paper, "There." she said pointing to an acronym she'd circled. "It's invitation only, you have to have them as your OTP to be invited, the whole website is password protected."

Munch sat up right for a second, "What in God's name is an OTP? More flipper jargon?"

Olivia smiled, the days of correcting Munch were still not upon them, "An OTP, is a One True Pairing. It's the ultimate ship."

"Like the Mayflower." Munch added, by this point losing more interest.

Olivia shook her head in jest, she turned her attention back to Elliot, "Drenee shippers were one of the most die hard ships on the internet. They had a total of eighteen million followers on social networks combined. The show had been running for a total of ten years, the couple were the only original cast left. It seems from day one they had an undeniable chemistry; but the writers never indulged their fans. They would write in hugs and close encounters to tease fans."

"So for ten years, our perp was watching their ship, hoping for something that was never going to happen." Elliot said looking at the paper.

Olivia sat back at her desk, "I came across a few comments on a locked down forum," Olivia took a few print outs and read aloud, "'I hate to love this show because I am so sick of the ball crap these writers are feeding us! These badass cops have been pushed together by fate, they have each other's backs. It's so freakin' obvious they are in love. Why the hell can't the writers just give us what we want? Useless. Let an OTP shipper write just one episode and get the best ratings ever! If I could, I would hold the bastards at gun point and force them to write a Drenee episode! - HouseOfDrenee"'

"Sounds like House Of Drenee has some emotional stability problems!" Elliot commented.

"You should see some of the other comments, some people don't hold back."

"Anyone can be brave behind a computer screen, it's a disadvantage and a perk for half the people online. You can be whoever you want to be, and hide whatever you want to hide, and no one questions you, because everyone is doing the exact same thing." Munch interjected.

Olivia and Elliot silently agreed. Olivia's eyes flicked over her computer screen, "I have to be in that OTP memorial. Maybe someone will say something. They'll be talking about the murders."

"How are you planning on that? You're not an OTP, did you ever watch the show?"

"I watched it a few times. If I set up an email address, and get in contact with some people who were talking about it earlier, I think I can get in."

Cragen joined the team, he stood with a solum look on his face, "Olivia, I will get someone else to pose in the memorial. Two more bodies have turned up."

"More TV stars?"

Cragen nodded slightly, "Yes, two women. They were both stars on Beautiful Secrets."

"Never heard of it." Munch said taking a new interest in the case.

"Beautiful Secrets is teen show, it's about a bunch of girls who are keeping secrets from everyone. It's slowly tearing apart their lives, and destroying all their relationships." Elliot sighed, "Kathleen watches it."

"Have we got names yet?" Olivia said looking at Cragen.

"Kayla Blight and Eliza Thrower."

"I read about them this morning, Kayla and Eliza played lesbians who were torn apart by alcohol and secrets."

"Elliot, I want you posing in this memorial, you're more clued up on this shipping stuff." Cragen stated.

"Sir, with all due respect, Liv has studied everything there is to know about them."

"Fine, Liv, you're on this. I'll have tech set you up. I want you reading everything there is to know about the couple."

/

Elliot and Munch arrived on scene, they stood in front of another run down building. The house was empty and unstable, the structure creaked as the detectives walked in. As their eyes fell upon the bodies, both men found themselves hit by a devastating sight. Kayla was laying on her back, her throat slashed, almost decapitating her. Eliza lay between Kayla's open legs, her head resting on the top of Kayla's right thigh, with her hand clutching at her co stars leg. It looked as it they had been caught in a bloody act of love, with a desperation to survive. Blood had been smeared around the bodies, the words, 'Devil whores' had been painted around them.

"Another ship has sailed." Elliot finally said breaking the deathly silence.

"Another ship has sunk." Munch corrected him.

/

Once again, I have to thank the lovely Laura for helping me develop this idea.

Keep reading to find out if Sabrina and Scott make it out alive.

And just how does the first chapter relate to all of this? Find out soon... Please review.