This went better than he anticipated. Not only was it all over the news that Horatio nearly got his ass blown up, but the stupid little unit of CSIs are the ones that have to work the case of their fallen comrade. Their faces of fear and terror were Kodak moments. Then the best part, Eric came, Calleigh's knight in shining armor, his face told the whole thing. Now he understood, now he could see that not only did Peter hold their strings of fate, he could snip it with a pair of scissors whenever he felt it necessary. This was too good; it was priceless. He knew that they knew that he did it, and he was sure that they got the message loud and clear, but there is nothing any of them could do to stop him. There was nothing anyone could do to stop him. This was fate and he and Calleigh would be together soon enough. She was the one for him and he was the one for her and she would see that soon enough. Hmmm, Calleigh. The way she had called his name still made him tremble in desire. Peter was so caught up in his thoughts he did not notice the next occupant of the room. She walked silently to the back of the chair. She smirked as they repeatedly showed the ambulance crew in a frenzy trying to save Horatio. Oh no, she would get the honor of finishing herself. She couldn't wait to have the opportunity. His lab was the one that ended her career and got her sent to prison. But her real target wasn't Horatio, but another CSI, one that would take an extra effort to get to. If only Peter knew that she was helping him to further her cause. The asshole thinks he'll get his precious Calleigh, oh no Peter that bitch is mine and when I'm through with her, no one will want her.
She reached around to wrap her arms around Peter. He snarled in disgust from her touch, it wasn't that it was unwanted but rather that he was saving himself for Calleigh. This was pathetic, why he wanted the woman was beyond her. "What do you want Monica?"
"Oh, Peter, I thought we could celebrate our victory in getting at Horatio." She purred into his ear and nipped his earlobe. He kept the groan inside and stood up abruptly, turning around to slap her across the face. She fell to the floor from the brunt of the blow. She looked back at him with a heated glare and tried with her might to hold back her anger, but she could not bite back saying, "You bastard."
Peter laughed before replying, "You think I don't know what you're planning, you stupid bitch. I am well aware that you are planning to get back at Calleigh for figuring out your part in the scandal at the lab with the missing money. Oh no, you stupid whore, if any harm comes to Calleigh, your dead, do you understand me?"
Peter walked toward her menacingly and Monica could only nod at him in reply. It took her a couple minutes to regroup and go back on the attack. She knew that it was not smart to piss off Peter, but she could not help it. It amazed her to see this side of him, this side that she was sure no one knew that he had. This obsessive, dark, scary side that she only had glimpses of. It started when they first got together. He was a good guy, patient, funny, charming, everything a girl could dream of, but than it all changed. When they started dating, he was rash and more possessive and he loved the idea of showing her off. It didn't bother her at first, because she thought it was attractive but when she used to jokingly flirt with other men he would turn violent and scary. He never of course hit her, his words more deadly and it was at the point that she knew that she would be trapped in this relationship.
Of course Monica saw that when she didn't do anything wrong he was the best of boyfriends a woman could have. Whenever he got angry she would get scared but then when it was over they would have amazing make up sex. It was the day she met Calleigh Duquesne that changed everything. She was there when Peter asked her out to dinner. The way Calleigh's eyes glowed and her smile radiant. The hidden desire that snaked it's way into Peter's eyes. She knew that Calleigh was the one. She knew that Calleigh was the reason that Peter wanted that particular case. It irked her the way he would look at her. Rest his hand on the small of her back to guide her through the doors. He was acting like her fucking man and it pissed Monica off. How could he treat her like this? The way he chased of her male coworkers and then just turn around to play the girlfriend-less charmer in the eyes of the angel, Calleigh Duquesne. That bitch had it coming to her. Oh yes she had it coming to her and there was nothing Peter could do to stop the inevitable. That bitch was going to die and Monica was going to enjoy every second of it.
"Oh, don't worry Peter, I won't hurt your precious whore Calleigh." She grinned when she saw the flash of anger that went through her eyes. The problem with Peter is while he may believe that he was in charge of everything that was going on, he wasn't because she held the power over him. If it wasn't for her, his ass would still be in prison, or better yet Horatio would be through with him and no one would hear of Peter again. He owed her so fucking much and he had no idea he was repaying her in the ultimate way of being her Trojan horse. While to the CSI team, Peter was the face of the evil that was terrorizing the team, but she was the puppet master. The one that actually held the strings and when the right time comes, she'll cut Peter loose and feed him to the wolves where he belongs.
"You bitch." Peter lunged to her and picked her up by her neck. "You think you're so fucking clever. I think you like bringing a rise out of me Monica and now that I have it, I have to find a way to satiate it don't I?" Monica's eyes widened. This was not what she wanted. Peter held her hands with one hand, her wrists bruising from his tight grip and he went to rip open her shirt. He roughly gripped her breast and pulled on it, making her yelp out in pain. "Why the shriek, I thought you liked it when I got rough." He leaned in and forced a kiss on her lips, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She bit him and Peter pulled back immediately in anger. "You stupid bitch!" He let go of her breast and slapped her again across the face. "Oh yes, your gonna do as I say Monica and know that if anything happens to Calleigh, this will be the least of your problems. Now be a good girl and give me a kiss." He leaned in again and roughly took her lips in a bruising kiss. Monica tried to fight against him but he was too strong.
He reached down and gripped her panties, roughly ripping them from her body. Monica's eyes filled with tears from the rough pinch of her now missing panties. He looked down and saw her try to clench her legs close in refusal to his hand, but he would not be denied, not now. She said she wanted to celebrate; well now they would celebrate. He was doing this out of lust, not out of love, there was only one woman he could ever love and he and her would be together soon, no matter what anyone did. He roughly pulled her thighs apart and looked down again. He looked at her and he flashed her a manic smile before pushing his figures hard inside of her. "Oh baby, you're not wet. This might get uncomfortable, but no matter, I'm sure you'll enjoy it soon enough. Yes baby, you'll enjoy it soon." Monica felt hot tears trail down her cheeks as she felt her body start to react to the stimulation that Peter had forced on her. At first she was uncomfortable with his fingers inside her but her body soon began to disobey her mind and she felt herself give over to the man that was once her lover. "Oh, what's this here? Hmmm?" Peter pulled his fingers and saw fluid on them. "You like it when I take you like this don't you? You like when I take what I want without permission. And that is exactly what I'm going to do, Monica, I'm going to take and take until I don't want anymore." Peter smiled again as he reached down and unzipped his fly.
"Peter no, stop please." Monica shook her head, begging that he would stop, se did not want this, and she did not want him to touch her. She didn't want him to take her unless her wanted her, but she knew he would never want her like he wanted Calleigh. She was tired of him using her body as substitute. She cried out in pain as he slammed into her. She was not prepared for the intrusion and she was tight from not having sex for so long. She cried out, as each thrust got harder and harder, her body trying to accommodate his size. She looked at him and watched as his face was locked in a look of avid fascination of watching himself pound in and out of her over and over again.
"Oh yes, I'm almost there, oh yes, so close, so close." He reached down and started pinching Monica's clit to bring her over the edge with. She was on edge and she knew her body would not take long to tumble over the peak it had been standing on for quite awhile. She felt the sensations and she screamed out when she climaxed, felling Peter pound into her relentlessly through her release. She cried when she felt his release inside of her. She didn't even bother to look when he pulled out and let her slide down to the floor. "Oh Monica." He touched her cheek but she daring turned away from him. His face contorted into rage again. He yanked her hair and she yelped out in pain again. "This is what happens when you play with the big bad wolf Monica. Don't let it fucking happen again." He released her and walked away, but before he left he said over his shoulder, "Go get dress, someone has to play sexy nurse for a new hospital patient." He smirked leaving the room, slamming the door behind him.
'Damn you Peter, damn you to hell, when this is over your ass is dead.' Monica continued to glare at the door for a couple minutes before rising to head to the shower and get prepared for the next part of the plan.
