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"Why is it just you today?" Courtney asked from her doorway. She was talking to Duncan who had showed up at her house, by himself. She had a ton of work to do and couldn't be bothered with the likes of him. Duncan scratched the back of his head, "I gave the guys a day off and Geoff is with your friend Bridgette, down by the beach".
Courtney scrunched her nose, "She's on a date with him?" she said, sounding appauled.
Duncan caught the tone of her voice and body language. "Yeah, Geoff's a real good guy" he said, defending his friend. Courtney put her hands up in defense, "Hey, I believe you, it's just that Bridgette just got out of a bad relationship with someone and now she's off with another guy", Courtney looked fustrated with the whole thing.
Duncan smirked, "Wish it was you?" he asked her, teasingly.
Courtney scoffed, "Yeah right, as if. I'm a high paid district attorney, I don't need some guy to take care of me" she declared. Duncan's eyes shone with pride for how independent she was. "Yes, but you still need someone to satisfy those burning needs. And I don't think a vibrator can take care of that as well as a real man could".
Courtney rolled her eyes and started to close the door but, she didn't know Duncan's hand was resting on the door frame. She went to close it and caught his fingers in the door. Duncan yelped in pain from the hard contact with the large door and the amount of force Courtney put into it.
"Dammit!" he cursed and griped his right wrist.
Courtney gasped and ran out to help him. " Oh my God, I am so sorry!" she cried. He backed away from her and threw out a more curse words. He was backing up so much that he ran into the newly planted bushes by her driveway. Courtney was also coming towards him and when he fell over the bushes, she fell as well and landed right on top of him.
"You know, if my hand wasn't hurting like hell," Duncan started to say, "Then this would be pretty hot".
Courtney had her legs in between his and her cheek was touching his warm one. From up close, he looked even hotter to her. She knew her face was beginning to turn red and she guided her eyes away from his gorgeous blue ones. Duncan still held his hand close to his chest so as Courtney wouldn't bump into it.
"Hey! You two get a room!" Mrs. Johnson called from across her lawn.
Duncan looked at the old woman in confusion. "Who the hell is she?" he asked.
Courtney sighed, "My nosey neighbor. Come on before she calls the cops". Courtney rolled off of Duncan, still blushing. Duncan picked himself up, careful not to hit his hand. Courtney could see that his hand was turning black and blue.
"We need to get some ice on that" she said, nodding towards his hand.
Duncan glanced down at his hand, "I'm okay. This stuff happens all the time". But, Courtney shook her head in authority, "I was a CIT. I know how to repair a damaged hand. Come on inside". Duncan followed Courtney inside her warm house.
He looked around at all the paintings and free standing scupltures she had. Courtney's feet had padded into her kitchen and Duncan loomed behind her, checking out her pictures of family, friends, and cat. Duncan picked up a certain picture that caught his eye.
It was a young Courtney standing by herself in a pink dress. She had on a medium size gold crown and was smiling brightly. Under the picture was a caption that read, 'Princess for a day'. Duncan scoffed and replaced the picture. Now that he thought about it, she was a princess. Nice little nickname for her too.
"Come on, Duncan!" Courtney called impatiently.
"Coming, mother!" he yelled back in a playfully tone. Duncan walked into the kitchen, reminding himself to look at her pictures later. When he came into the kitchen Courtney had him a small ice pack, wrapped in cloth. Duncan leaned agaisnt the island as Courtney applied the ice pack gently to his throbbing hand.
"Does it hurt?" she asked, not wanting to look up and see how close his face was to hers.
Duncan was used to pain that it didn't hurt anymore. "No, it's real cold though".
"Move it around a little, while I'll go get you a bandage". Courtney left the room aburtly and Duncan heard her feet bounding up the steps. He thought this would be the perfect time to go back and look at her pictures. He snuck quietly out the kitchen and back into the foyer. He started down the line and looked at each one carefully.
The first one was of her cat, Cupcake. He was laid out on her bed and her mouth was wide open. Duncan smiled, the cat was really cute in a way. The next picture was of her and Bridgette and Lisa, out on a lounge somewhere. Courtney had on a birthday tiara and looked like she really didn't want to be there.
The next one was in a beaded black frame. Her twin sisters were lying back to back with each other and smiling up at the camera. They had on the same outift and each the same hairstyle. It was pretty hard to identify which one was which.
Duncan chuckled to himself, remembering the night he babysat the girls. The frame next to that one, showed a guy holding up the peace sign and smiling broadly. He had shaggy dark hair, wide brown eyes, and a rugged look to his face. However it was, Courtney must have really loved him because all the picture were hearts and kisses.
A sideways picture showed a girl with long brown hair. She was very pretty with her bright brown eyes and perfect smile on her plump lips. She was dressed in a skimpy outfit and was lying down on a table. Duncan would have snuck that picture out so he could look at over and over again.
"That's my sister, Hillary" a voice spoke up from behind him.
Duncan jumped and spun around to meet Courtney's face, as she was standing next to him. Duncan stared back at the picture, "She's very pretty" he commented nicely. Courtney scoffed, "Please, I know what you're thinking. My sister is hot right?" she asked him, a smile pressing her lips.
Duncan shrugged, "Yeah, she is kinda of sexy, I guess".
To his surprise, Courtney laughed, "That was the only safe picture I could find of my sister. She took that for her new fiance'. Courtney pointed to the other three pictures Duncan had been staring at.
"That one was from my birthday. Bridgette and Lisa took me out against my deepest wishes. I need to stay home and work on a case, but, they dragged me out" Courtney sighed, remembering.
Duncan picked up the one with the smiling guy in it. "This your ex-boyfriend or something?" he asked, with maybe just a hint of jealousy.
Courtney's nose wrinkled up, "No! That's my younger brother, Mitch!"
Duncan sat the fram back down sheepishly. "Sorry". He looked down the other row of pictures and noticed something very strange. Courtney held out the white bandage wrap paper. "Give me your hand" she directed. Duncan stuck his bruised hand out to her and Courtney gently began to wrap the bandage around his hand.
"Hey, I didn't see any pictures of your parents" Duncan tried to make it seem like he just slipped it in. Courtney was looking down the whole time while she was wrapping his hand. Her eyes flickered up at his for just a brief moment, but, quickly casted back down. He noticed her brow furrowed a bit and she was speaking through her teeth.
"My parents are gone" she said coldly.
"Sorry" Duncan said, with real sincerity. Courtney finished tying the ends and ran a hand through her hair. "No they're not dead" she told him. "They're just gone". This puzzled Duncan, how could someone's parents be gone but, they weren't dead. She was hiding something from him and he felt that it was none of his business to ask.
Courtney gave him a grave smile, "Well, that's all better. Is there something I could get you for smashing your hand?"
Duncan didn't want to leave and go back to his empty apartment. "Did you have something planned for today?" Courtney thought a while before answering, "I was going to go see my brother today" she said meekly. "But, I don't think you would want to come".
Duncan shrugged, "Got nothing else better to do".
Courtney nodded and fidgeted a bit. Why was she so nervous around Duncan now? "I'm just going to go change clothes, and we can leave. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen" she said before brushing past him and running up her staircase. Duncan watched her disappear before heading into the kitchen for something to eat.
He opened her fridge and looked around for something. Spotting the orange juice, he grabbed that and instead of getting a glass, drank straight from the carton. The phone rang a moment later, and the loud noise made Duncan jump and spill some of the juice on his shirt.
"Damn" he cursed and reached for the counter phone.
"Hello?" he called, wiping the juice from his shirt.
"Courtney! It's about time you picked up the damn phone!" a voice said.
"This isn't Courtney" Duncan retorted.
The girl seemed puzzled, "Oh, do I have the wrong number?" she asked.
"No, it's the right one" Duncan was starting to enjoy his self by messing with the girl.
"Then put my sister on the phone!" the girl was becoming agitated.
Duncan looked around the corner, "She's upstairs getting dressed. She's putting on something sexy for me" he grinned with his enjoyment.
The girl on the phone gasped, "Who are you and what are you doing to my sister!" she demanded.
Duncan's grin got wider as he walked back to the pictures and picked up the one with the girl. "Oh, you're princesses sexier sister. Love your picture by the way. I just might have to come and kick your fiance' ass and steal you away myself".
"You pervert!" the girl yelled. "Put my sister on the phone!"
Duncan started up the steps to the second floor. "Sorry but we're about to be real busy in a moment" he commented slyly. Duncan heard Lady Gaga playing from one of the rooms and he walked towards the music.
"Oh my Gosh!" her sister exclaimed, "Is that Lady Gaga's disco stick playing?"
Duncan reached the door and placed a hand on the handle. "Yup, and now she's wants to take a ride on my disco stick" he said, jokingly.
The girl screamed, "There will be no riding on anyone's disco stick! I'm coming over!"
Duncan turned the handle, "Too late" he swung the door open and his eyes bugged out in his sockets. Courtney was standing near her closet with nothing but a black sleek bra on and matching boy cut panties. Her boobs her pressed tight together in the bra and Duncan traced the outline of her butt with his eyes.
"What's going on!" her sister screamed through the phone. Unfortunately, Courtney heard and dropped the shirt she was about to put on. Her eyes bugged out when she Duncan standing there with his mouth and eyes open, drooling.
""What the hell!" Courtney cried. "Get out!"
"I'm sorry, I was just giving you the phone!" Duncan yelled back, not taking his eyes off her body.
Courtney used the shirt to cover up her self. She ran across the room and pushed Duncan towards the wall. "Rough sex, princess?" Duncan asked smirking. "Shut up you!" she hissed and picked up the phone. Hillary was still ranting and raving.
"Hill!Hillary, I'm fine!" Courtney yelled back.
"No you're not I'm coming over there!" her sister cried and hung up the phone. Courtney quietly turned the phone off and then slowly turned around to Duncan. She approached him and smacked his full in the face. "How dare you enter my room while I'm undressing! You pervert! I could have you arrested for this!" she yelled.
Duncan held his hands up, "Don't do that! I already got a record! I'm sorry I didn't know you'd be in such dirty clothes" he smirked and popped the strap of her bra. Courtney gasped and hit him again, "Get out!" she screamed again and shoved him out the door. Locking it tightly behind her she slid down to the closet, her chest heaving up and down.
"I'm sorry, princess" Duncan called through the door. "But, for what it's worth, you got a hotter body than your sister!"
Courtney's face was red and flustered, "Creep!" she replied back.
Duncan smiled and walked back down to the foyer.
After the little incident this morning, the two rode in silence. Courtney had put in her Lady Gags CD and was humming the lyrics to herself. Duncan's head was about to explode from all the Gaga!
He reached foward and turned it off. Courtney snapped her eyes off the road for a minute and glared at him. "Don't touch my radio!" she said, turning it back on. Duncan groaned, "Why do you like her so much?" he asked.
Courtney smiled, "I love her because she's weird and doesn't give a damn about what people think. She's a big gay rights supported and plus, all her songs are about things that happened in her life."
"She's so weird" Duncan said, distastefully.
"What's wrong with that?" Courtney asked.
"Nothing I guess. But, whoever hangs themselves while doing a live proformance, is crazy in my books".
Duncan noticed Courtney's hands tightened up on the steeing wheel. "I like how she expresses herself."
They didn't talk again until Courtney pulled into a parking lot and Duncan read the sign from the entrance. "Back on Your Feet; Rehabilitation center?" he asked, looking at Courtney. "I thought you said we're going to be seeing your brother?" he asked her.
Courtney took the key out of the car and opened her door to step out. "We are going to see my brother" she said grimly.
Duncan got out too and walked by her side as she walked through the sliding doors. "Is your brother a patient here?" he asked.
"Yes!" Courtney hissed under her breath. "Now stop asking questions!" Courtney walked up to the receptions desk and gave the old lady a smile.
"Hi Greta!" Courtney greeted the woman.
The old lady smiled fondly, "Hello Courtney, nice to see you again. You haven't been here in a while".
Courtney sighed and signed into the guestbook. "I know, I've been very busy. Is my brother in a session right now?" she asked.
Greta checked something first and shook her gray curls. "No, he should be back in his room. You can go and see him". She handed Courtney two passes, noticing Duncan in the back and opened the doors for them. "Nice seeing you!" she called again.
Courtney handed one pass to Duncan, as they walked down the long hallway to the elevator. "What's you brother here for?" Duncan asked, once they were in the elevator. Courtney pushed level three and sighed before answering, "Recovery from crystal meth" she answered her jaw tightened.
When the doors opened they stepped out and walked down the hall to the last room. 107.
Courtney knocked on the door and yelled, "Mitch! It's Courtney!"
There was some bumping around but no one came to the door. Courtney frowned and knocked again, "Mitch? Are you okay?" Courtney went from knocking to pounding on the door. "Mitch I can hear you! Open the door!"
Duncan shrugged, "Maybe he has some hot chick with him".
Courtney glared at him and dug in her pocket for the key. "Women are on the other side of the building" she used the key to open the door. Barging in she said, "Mitch! Why didn't you open the door!"
Courtney gasped and her hands flew to her mouth. Duncan heard her scream and ran to see what happened.
Mitch was lying on the floor, passed out. With a belt lying next to him and a needle in his arm.
DW: Oh, DW why do leave us with these cliff hangers, you ask?
Because, it's fun! And makes you want more right?
Last days of school are next week and then I'm out for the summer. Yeah! Hopefully that means that authors can update faster from being on break. Unless, like me, they have a job or summer camp.
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