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This chapter may offended some people which I am sorry. But again, Julian is being one mean SOB. He wants to show everyone of how evil and sick he is.

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Chapter #63

Ashley dropped her old duffel bag that she gotten from the second-hand store by the front door. She was in his office, tucking the money that she received from pawning off some of her jewelry that Julian gave her, in her purse. She then pushed a small baggie full of cocaine down deep inside of her purse, underneath her other things. She hated that she had to bring that drug with her, but she knew that she couldn't go on without it for now. She wanted to be clean, but she knew that she had to get out of here first.

She knew that she shouldn't be carrying that much cash, but since she doesn't have a credit card let alone a bank account in her name, she had no choice. She had no idea where she would go. But it was better than this. She was tired and couldn't do it anymore. She picked up a pen from its holder on top of his desk and a piece of paper. She started to write a note to him.

"Baby," Julian called out.

"Fuck," she cursed under her breath. She hope that she could leave a note for him and leave before he got back from his meeting with his father.

"The God damn publisher wanted more changes. If that man wasn't such a fagot, I would have," he started to say then stop. She knew that he saw her bag by the door. She put the pen back in its place and stood up, and waited for him.

Julian came in, wearing one of his black suits with a crisp white shirt. He carried a black leather case in one hand. He saw Ashley leaning against his desk.

"Where are you going?"

She drew in a deep breath, "I'm leaving you," she answered.

He let out a laugh, "Leaving me, leaving all of this," he said smugly extending his arms out, showing her his elaborate house. She nodded.

"This lifestyle that I gave you. A lifestyle that anyone would be begging me to have."

"If that man wasn't a fagot," she said, imitating his voice. "If that man wasn't a fagot, you would sent me over there to seduce him, to get your way on your book. Or how about blackmail, accuse him of raping me like with the others." Julian didn't answer her.

"I'm tired. I'm tired of the drugs, the drinking, the mind games, and the orgies. I am tired of dressing up, pretending to be who I'm not, only to seduce this man or that man. Tired of the sex games of dressing up as maids and school girls. Tired of using sex toys or lying to them or hearing their lies. I'm tired seeing the anger and pain on their faces when you show them the tapes and make them do what you want. I want out."

He walked past her, sitting at his desk. "I saved you from the Scorpions, I have given you a home, love, freedom."

"Love," she said, waving her arms up. "What love? We never held hands in public. When did we ever had sex, made love, just the two of us by ourselves? When did we ever go out on a date, a real one? When was the last time you ever asked me how I was feeling or how was my day? When did we have a family dinner? Or how about the fact that when two people love each other, they trust each other. I don't trust you."

"Baby, I never lied to you," he protested.

"Stop calling me that. I am not your baby. No, I didn't say you lie to me. You bend the truth to your benefits or refuse to tell me the whole truth. That is not love. I'm leaving, good-bye."

She turned around and was about to leave,"Where would you go? Harry is gone." She stopped, turning around.

"Harry is gone, he is no longer with the Scorpions. You know that I am not lying to you," he explained. He was sitting behind his desk with his feet on the desk.

"I survived before I met you, I will survive without you." He laughed.

"Baby, how? You have no driver license, no birth certificate. How are you going to get a job? How are you going to get a passport?" Ashley knew that he was right. She had no papers. She had no one to turn to for help.

She often thought of going to Darcy for help. But where was he? Last she heard, he was living in Los Angeles, but that was years ago. She didn't even know if he was still alive. Let alone would he help her? Last time, they talked was when he tried to get her off the drugs and telling her that the Scorpions were no good for her. And she just walked away from him and never looked back. She knew that she hurt him greatly.

She shrugged her shoulders, "You know me, I always find a way. You taught me that. Good bye." She started walking when she heard him jingling his keys and then pulling out a drawer in his desk.

She continued to walk away, not knowing what he was doing at his desk. As far as she knew, he could pull out a gun and shoot her in the back. She didn't care anymore. Being dead was certainly better than being the drug addict diplomatic whore.

"Don't forget this," he called out. Then Ashley heard something being landing close to her. She looked down, seeing a small shoe with a brownish red stain inside. She bent down, picking it up. It was a black leather shoe with a Velcro strap across the top. In fact, it looked a lot like her son's shoes. The one that he was wearing on the day that she dropped him off at the babysitter and later was kidnapped. But that was impossible, wasn't it? She stood up, turning around, holding the shoe in her hand.

"What is this," she asked.

He let out a sickeningly laugh where it made her skin crawl. "Don't you recognized it? It is his other shoe." She drew in a deep breath, staring at it. She could see it in her hand, but she couldn't physically connect the dots.

The last time it happened to her was when the police came to her friend's birthday party and told them that they were homicide detectives. She couldn't understand the words "Homicide" and "her son" together in a sentence. Her mind refused to connect the dots back then.

"You probably want this as well," he said. She looked up where she saw him holding up a white infant onesie with a blue dinosaur on it. She saw the same brownish red stains on the bottom of the onsies. He then dropped the shirt and held up the pants with the elastic top. She couldn't tell the color of the pants because it was covered with the same brownish red stain. Charlie was wearing that same outfit minus that stain. Except they were both sliced down the middle and on one of the pants legs, it was torn.

Then her mind click, that stain on the outfit and the shoe that she was holding was blood, his blood. She tasted the bitter taste in her mouth where she dove to the nearest thing to throw up in, which was a potted plant. She slowly got on her feet, but hang on to the edges of the plant. Her head was spinning. This can't be happening to her.

"You killed him. You killed my son. He was just a baby," she screamed at him.

"No, no, I didn't," he said, pointing his finger at her. "I did not kill him. Even I would not stoop so low."

She felt something landed on her hand where she looked down and see small circles of clear liquid. They were her own tears. She knew that he wasn't lying to her, but he had his clothes.

"But," she sobbed, trying to speak.

"How did I manage to get his clothes," he asked, dropping the little outfit on his desk. He then locked up the drawer again. "Simple, I took it off of him," he boosted. She landed fell back on the floor in shock.

"Then you know where he," she finally asked after a few moments.

"Of course, were you not listening?" Ashley slowly stand up, waiting for the dizziness to pass. She wasn't sure if she was going to faint or not. Or whether this was another one of her nightmares, but she knew that she was wide awake.

"Anyway, off you go," Julian said, dismissing her with his hand, turning his back around.

"Where is he," she asked. "Where is my son."

Julian set his case down on top of his desk, opening it and then pulling out some papers.

"Where is my son," she asked again.

He finally looked up at him. "I thought you were leaving, you better go before it gets dark," he said smugly.

Damn that man. She knew that he had her trapped. She could leave, he wasn't going to stop her. But he had her son. He knew where he was buried. And she couldn't leave him, not like she had done before.

"Julian please," she begged.

"Please what," he asked, giving her that curious look which he knew damn well of what she was asking. "

"Please, I'm begging you. Please tell me where he is. I want to see him."

"Begging," he asked in a mocking tone, setting his papers down on top of his desk.

"Please," she pleaded again. She swallowed hard, knowing what she had to do if she wanted any information about her son. She wiped her eyes and her runny nose on her sleeve.

"Please, I will do anything you like," she said.

"Well that is better," he said then he started unbuckling his belt as he started to walk around his desk.

Ashley couldn't continue with her story anymore. She curled into a little ball in bed, ducking underneath under the covers. She lay away from Reid and unfortunately on her bad hip. It screamed in pain again, but she didn't care anymore.

Reid who sat on the bed beside her, remained quiet, first trying to get her to roll over to the other side, or at least on her back to take the weight off. But she tensed up her back when he first touched her. He pulled his hand back, giving her a few moments.

When Ashley first told him what Julian held over her, he knew that she was ready. He didn't have to push her anymore. Which was good, he didn't know that if he had it in him to do it anymore, not without wearing SWAT gear.

So he picked up her and carried her to bed. He gently slipped on his pale blue shirt over her. As she buttoned it up, he bandaged her foot.

Ashley pulled the blankets over herself as she sat up. Reid handed her overnight bag to her so she can take out her contacts as well. He laid his cell phone on the nightstand by the bed and returned to the bathroom and pulled the drain out of the bathtub to let the water run. He took out his contacts, putting on his glasses. He quickly changed into his green lounge pants and a white t-shirt. He then wrung out his wet clothes that were still in the shower stall. He hung them over the rails to dry or at least dry enough to bring home with him tomorrow.

He was surprised to see Ashley had the stuffed elephant that he had given her at the hospital, sitting on her lap. He sat on her side where she told him. Now she clung onto the elephant as a security blanket as she cried. He gently laid his hand on her shoulder. Thankfully, she didn't flinch this time.

"Come here," he whispered. She wiped her tears away with one of the blankets. She slowly turned around, laying her head on his lap. Reid ran his fingers through her damp messy hair.

"I'm so sorry about what you had to go through. And I know you are scared, but you don't have to be anymore. You need to let us in. You need to let us investigate it please," he said.

After some time had passed, Ashley slowly nodded her head. Reid relieved, although he knew that they would be investigating with or without her cooperation. He continued to stroke her hair back.

He stayed with Ashley until she had fallen asleep and stayed with her a little while longer. He didn't want to move, he wanted to stay like this for the rest of the night, but he knew that he must. Slowly and carefully, he slide a pillow underneath her. He went to the other room, seeing Darcy and Morgan. They were sitting around the table, quietly talking. Morgan looked up, seeing Reid's presence.

"How is she," he asked.

"She is sleeping right now. She is completely exhausted and I am afraid that she is close to a nervous breakdown. Where is everyone," he asked, taking the empty chair. They sat together in a circle.

"They have all gone home. There is nothing much that can be done until tomorrow," Morgan explained. Reid looked at his older brother, wondering why he was still here. He rubbed the tiredness out of his face, wishing for coffee. But he knew that he was going straight back to her after this.

"You've heard," he asked where Morgan nodded. Reid sighed, leaning back in his chair.

"Kid, you had no choice, but to push her," Morgan said, attempting to try to make him feel better. But Reid didn't. Instead he noticed Darcy nodding his head, agreeing with him. He looked at him.

"What did she do, kick you," he asked. Reid nodded.

"If she didn't want to tell you, trust me she would have fought harder, hard enough to draw blood." Reid looked up at him, realizing that he was right. But it still didn't make him feel any better.

"So why are you still here," he asked.

"I'm not leaving," Morgan answered firmly. Reid stretch out his neck, stifling a yawn. He knew that Darcy had already told him and probably the rest of the team.

"When did you find out," he asked her friend.

"When she was at the hospital after Julian discarded her. I had a specialist coming in which he told me not to do anything drastic and to try and keep her calm until he gets there," Darcy started to explained then shaking his head no.

"She firmly believes that Julian was coming back to get her. She was pulling out IV tubes and getting ready to leave. Not to mention, going through major withdraws. Plus she was furious with me for abandoning her, not caring about her. She didn't believe that I was negotiating her release from the Scorpions or trying to look for her. Anyway, we were arguing to the point where she crossed the line and I lost my temper. I told her that Julian was never coming back. I knew that he had found someone else and there was a photo taken of them together after he dropped her at the hospital," he explained. He drew in a deep breath, straightening up his back.

He continued, "I showed her the photo. Later that night, the hospital called me and told me that Ashley tried to committed suicide. The next morning, I saw her and she was completely broken. She wasn't fighting me or anyone anymore. She just wanted to be with her son. She told me that it was the only way. That was when I found out."

"Are you sure that he has him," Morgan asked which Reid shot a look at him. Was Morgan doubting this?

Darcy nodded, "I have known Ashley since she was five years old. I know she had used him as an excuse to get high, to feel numb, she didn't want to hurt anymore. But she wouldn't use him like that. And I know not too many people know about her son. In fact, Harry didn't even know until after they were both out of the Scorpions. She knew that if they found out, they would have used it against her."

He then directed his attention to Reid and asked, "When she did tell you about him?"

"Technically, after four months we meet," he answered.

Reid studied Darcy closely as during the entire conversation. There was something familiar about him. And it wasn't because Reid saw him from the hospital or from the strip club. He wasn't involved in their cases.

"Do you really think that Julian killed her son," Reid asked. Darcy shook his head no but Reid could tell that he was unsure himself.

"I have my suspicions, which I haven't told Ashley yet. I don't want to tell her until I know for sure. I don't want to push her over the edge. But I do know that if he didn't do it, he knows who did."

There was a nagging notion that was starting to bug him. Why would Darcy spend all of his time and his resources to find her son? Yeah, they were best friends. He knew that Morgan would probably done the same, but he also knew that Morgan had his limits.

There was another reason. Darcy turned his head at him where he positioned his head in a certain way. It reminded Reid the way Charlie was in the photo that Ashley shown him weeks earlier. In fact, she never told him who was the father. Was he and Morgan talking to the father of her son?