Author's Note: Okay so I have more people to thank for the reviews; Dettyislove, Betty the Bonita, theroadtohomeliesbetweengigs , TMadison, Agentcaroline. You have all made me so happy with reviewing my story that drives me to write, but I've been pretty busy, but don't worry, I haven't forgot about any of you and that is why I'm trying to update right now :)! My longest Chapter to date 1,809 words, almost 2,000! Next chapter I might just break it, we never know!

Oh I do want to warn you, the reason I put this as M is I can get pretty graphic be it gore or sex. I'm good at getting garphic with sex if I am in the zone. If you don't like it, let me know in a comment and I will try and do a PG-13 content for all of you ^_^, that is how much I really want to cater to all of you. I care about you all 3

Betty sat craddling a mug of hot tea between her hands as Daniel sits in front of her, their knees touching with how close they are; the look of concern on his face. She had agreed to tell him about her dream, but right now she was just staring at the liquid in her favorite cup. Daniel knew that she needed to gather herself before she talked, but he wondered what is up and he was getting quite impatient; a trait that she knew all too well that he has. He couldn't help it most the time, especially when it comes to her.

She looked to him and he could still see the fear in her eyes and her mouth opened, the words falling out of them as fast as lightening and he was having a hard time keeping up, his hand resting on her wrist.

"Betty, please...slow down."

Betty flushed and whispered that she was sorry and began to explain the dream slower, well aware that Daniel didn't take his hand from her wrist, a feeling of comfort washing over her as she felt better. She was glad that it was him that came to the door, she having forgot something and he had came to return it. She knew it was just an excuse to come over and he knew that she knew that, but then he had heard the blood curdling scream.

"It was just a dream, baby," he told her moving his chair so that it was sitting next to hers, pulling the shaken girl into them.

"I know but it seemed so real and you were dying and I couldn't do anything. I think it has to do with the fact that your mom knows something is fishy with Dunne. I have a little inkling too as the job offer was just too good to be true. I pushed it away but your mom is very perceptive now that she is sober. Who am I to go against that?"

"I know my mom can be intuitive, but do you really think that Dunne is up to something? You got this job on your talents alone. I think she just wants you to come back, to be honest. She seen you as a daughter and was so used to you being so close to us."

Betty gave him a smile and thought about what he had said, "You really think so?"

He nodded his head and brought her hand up to his lips, kissing the back of it. His thumb gently glided over the smooth skin as he continued to soothe her without saying anything. She drank her tea and leaned into Daniel, her head on his shoulder and she felt like she could finally fall asleep again. Without words she got up from the chair and pulled him up, leaving her cup there to take care of later, and brought him to her bed.

"Will you stay the night with me?" She asked him as she crawled into bed.

"Sure, Betty," Daniel smiled at her and crawled into the bed, grateful that he had come over in a pair of sweats and his Harvard shirt.

She nuzzled into him, laying her head on his chest and finally was able to fall asleep, not to be disturbed.

Lindsey was sitting at his desk, staring at the person that was sitting across from him. He had a serious look on his face, with an evil glint in his eyes.

"We have them right where we want them. All I need to do is get Wilhelmina and Mode and Meade will go down the drain. Since Bradford died no one was able to run it except Daniel. Ever since Connor and Wilhelmina got together, she has quite slipped in her ways," the person spoke, a hat on his head with sunglasses covering his face.

"Good, then we can open Dunne Publications in the old Meade building and go from there," a smirk formed on Dunne's face as he turned to look out over London. "This is going better than I thought it would have. I thought there would be more of a fight to get Daniel here, but the fool left Mode behind. The empire will crumble and from the ashes a bigger, better publication will take form. His mother is already going back to her ways of drinking."

Dunne smirked as he knew why she was, and it had to do with something he had done. He had sent his friend, who is in debt to him, to seduce Claire and get her off the wagon, they didn't need her sober. She was too much of a threat that way. The only person that was standing in their way now was Alexis. He had to think of how to get her out of there, his mother having put her in charge of ModeUK. That was going to take some heavy planning also.

Daniel was up before Betty and he was tempting to make her some eggs and toast, the toast came out perfectly but he was having a problem with the eggs. He wanted everything to be perfect for her, especially after the night that she had. He was humming to himself watching the tv when he seen his mother, hearing something about her going back to drinking with a new beau. The picture they were flashing was of Claire, who was completely trashed, leaning against some guy who was too close for comfort. How could this have happened? His mother was strong and, yet, here he was seeing her on some gossip show (he guessed that they were just as big of gossips as America). He quickly turned the eggs off, which incidentally were perfectly cooked, sliding them onto two plates, before he let the pan crash into the sink. He picked up his phone and quickly dialed his mother's number.

He leaned against the counter as he waited for her to pick up, the fact that there was a time difference between London and New York, his hands were shaking with his quiet rage. He shouldn't have left his mom, but he needed to chase Betty and let her know how he felt for her. His thoughts were jumbled as he ran a hand through his hair and snapped his phone shut, having half a mind to throw it against the wall in his anger. The only thing that kept him from doing that was Betty standing there with her hair all over the place and her glasses on.

"I made you breakfast," he told her, holding out a plate to her, feeling his anger disappear as he took in her disheveled state.

"You can cook?" She teased him with a small smile on her lips, her body feeling like it still wants to go to bed.

He poured her a mug of coffee, having taken care of the one with the tea in it, and set it on the table by her plate. She gave him a smile and leaned up to peck his lips in a good morning greeting.

"Well that greeting I can get used to," he whispered, his lips hovering over hers before carefully covering hers with his again. This time the kiss was deeper than either of them had had in a while, their tongues battling for dominance as Betty cupped the back of his neck as if to hold him to her. She was also getting swept up into the kiss too.

Finally she pulled away, her forehead resting on his, looking into his bright, blue eyes and could tell that something was bothering him and wanted to know what it is.

"So what is bothering you, Daniel?" She asked him

"Sometimes I hate how you know me so well," he said, trying to stall her but sighed when she gave him that look, "Fine...my mom is drinking again and she told me that she wouldn't. I trusted her and she broke it. Shouldn't the parent be looking after the children?"

"Daniel, I know your mother and I knew she was done with drinking. She must have a reason to start again, or maybe it wasn't her idea. I think something fishy is going on. Everything seems to be falling apart right now and I haven't been in London long. Maybe this has to do with Dunne...maybe your mom was right," Betty spoke, knowing that it was a long shot but it was the only thing she could think of; ever since Claire had planted that seed into her head.

"You might be right, Betty."

They looked at each other, though Betty was hurt that she was just a pawn into someone else's game. It also showed her that it wasn't just Mode that this happened at, or even America. She couldn't believe that she thought someone would hire her because of her talents. There seemed to be always a catch and she was beginning to think that maybe she wasn't cut out with this, that this was a sign that she shouldn't have her own magazine. Daniel seen the flash of hurt in her eyes and took her hand in his and squeezed.

"I have an idea, I know what we can do," a smirk covered his face and she knew that she would have to go with it. No one messes with anyone that she loves and gets away with it.

"What is your idea?" She asked him, her eyes having gone cold and they were no longer the soft brown that Daniel knew. He knew that she was willing to do anything, her spirit had been kicked and battered one too many times for her liking.

Please Review. What do you think is Daniel's plan and now you know that Lindsey is a douchey man!