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"Hello?" said Fi, answering her phone as she made her way toward her bedroom.

Is this miss Bryant? asked the voice.

"Yes it is, whose calling?" returned Fi, sliding out of her dress and kicking off her heels.

I go by Miss Smith. You asked me to look into some information for you, ma'am. Accounts and such?

"Yes, of course. Did you find anything?" asked Fi, trying to keep the hope out of her voice as she pulled out a nightgown.

Not much, Miss Byrant. The accounts are locked up tight. However, I did manage to trace one of the account numbers. Do you have something to right on?

"One sec," said Fi, dropping the night gown as she hurriedly made her way toward the office- not sure whether to let herself be excited. "Alright what do you have?"

Account number 71956308 was routed through a number of banks. I traced it from the Wells Fargo location to a generally empty account in the Camons under the name Todd Ennew, though I can find no information for such a person. From there I back tracked it to a bank in Greece under the name Lina Anagno, once again there seems to be no such person, and the account averages around 15,000. After that I traced it back to a Switzerland bank. The account it quite large, containing around 423 million, and it is registered under the name Rasha Torrande; any and all information regarding this woman is locked up tight. I could hack into it but not without leaving a trail and not without a significant increase in my pay. When will my money be deposited?

"I'm doing that now, it should show in the accounts you directed me to in fifteen minutes," promised Fi.

If it doesn't you'll be hearing from me.

"Of course. Thank you Miss Smith," said Fi, disconnecting the phone and sinking into her chair. "Where do I know that name from?"

"Dorian!"

He couldn't determine wether Fi's shout was panicked or excited or both, either way, he didn't waste time reaching her.

"Fi, love, what's wrong?" he demanded, bursting into the room, freezing the moment his eyes landed on Fi.

She was wearing a skin tight, semi see through, corseted black slip that gave her a distractingly large amount of cleavage. He tried to force his eyes to her face but couldn't seem to do it. And as for listening to what she was telling him, well, that just wasn't happening.

"Fi?...Fiona?... Fiona!"

"What?" she demanded, slamming her hands on her hips, and cocking one to the side- definitely not helpful. "I'm trying to tell you something important here."

Focus, focus, focus… Queen mother in a bakini, queen mother in a bakini…

"So am I, love," he told her, his voice tight. "I think you forgot something."

"What are you talking about?" she demanded, adjusting her weight and cocking her other hip out instead.

He groaned and closed his eyes. Jesus, Mary and Joseph-she's going to kill me! Eyes still closed, he slipped off his suit jacket and held it out to her.

"Please put this on," his voice was still strained.

Fi glanced down at herself, "Uh, oops. I got a call and was in hurry. I, uh, wasn't paying attention and uh…"

"Just put it on," he gritted out, shaking the coat at her.

"Yes, right," she said, taking it from him and trying not to laugh. "Alright, I'm decent."

Dorian opened his eyes and took in how much of her legs were still exposed, "That's debatable."

"Can we get back on track?" she asked, rolling her eyes.

"Maybe," he gave, sitting in one of the chairs and determinedly glaring at her face.

"Miss Smith called me back," began Fi, re-explaining what the woman had told her. "I knew I recognized the name, so I did a little digging. It wasn't easy and I had to really cover my tracks but I managed it- that Smith lady could have done it, she was just too greedy! But anyway Miss Rasha Torrande is now a married woman and you'll never guess who her husband is."

"Jonathon Price?"

"You guessed," she frowned. "How'd you guess?"
"We've had other evidence pointing towards him, love. I just figured, knowing our luck, this would be the last nail in the coffin," he shrugged.

"Something tells me this isn't going to be the last nail," she said darkly.

Fi tried to chase after the man in the shadows but everything started to shake. It felt like an earthquake. She stumbled backward and slipped, only she didn't hit the ground. She just fell, farther and farther. Fi screamed.

And found herself in her bed, Dorian shaking her.

"Love?" he said, worry clear in his voice.

She blinked a couple of times and nodded. He yanked her up into his arms.

"You scared me," he whispered into her hair.

She nodded again and froze.

"Fi?"

"Sick," she grunted.

He loosened his hold and she threw herself out of bed towards the bathroom.

"Do you still feel nauseous, love?" he asked, handing her a cup of tea.

"Mmm-hm," she murmured, taking a sip, a shiver running through her.

Dorian grabbed the throw and wrapped it tightly around her, "What was it, love?"

"A dream," she shrugged.

"I think you mean nightmare," he corrected, tucking stray strands of hair behind her ears. "Tell me about it."

"I don't know what to say about it," she told him, chewing her bottom lip. "It's the same dream I've had over a hundred times now, and yet it wasn't…"

"What do you mean, Fi?" he frowned.

"It was… was Arrie's death, but lately-"

"You've been having these nightmare's regularly?" he questioned sharply. "I thought they'd died down, months ago."

"They did," she assured. "But then I had it last night, and again tonight… only something about was different but when I wake up it's like… like trying to cup water in my hands. It just drains away and the harder I try to remember, the faster it drains, and all I can remember is something is different, wrong… I just don't know what or why."

"Did you get sick last night too?" he frowned at her.

She nodded.

"Fiona," he sighed, cupping the side of her face. "You should have woken me up."

"Just because I have a bad night, doesn't mean you should," she insisted.

"Fiona, love, I was there when these dreams first started. I know how hard they are for you and you shouldn't have to handle them alone. You're strong Fi, but that doesn't mean you always have to be. If you need to talk, cry, be sick, or just not be alone, wake me up," he insisted.

"Dorie-"

"Promise me," he said.

Fi nodded into his hand. Setting her almost finished tea on the table, she leaned forward, burying her face in his chest. Pleasantly surprised, he wrapped his arms around her and leaned back.

"It doesn't seem to matter how many times I see it, dream it, it never gets easier. I hate it," she whispered, finding a sense of solace in his embrace- she had missed being held.

"I wish I could change it for you, love."

"But I need to see it… I think I missed something Dorie, that night… I missed something and maybe if I could remember these dreams… I think it's important," she told him.

"Maybe," Dorian allowed- the idea of her re-immersing herself in the memories of what happened frightened him, he remembered how much it almost destroyed her the first time. "Try to fall back to sleep, love."

"It was wonderful," said Gabe as she helped get down plate ware for dessert and coffee. "Hawaii is officially my favorite state."

"I'm sure the company had nothing to do with how much you liked it," teased Carey.

"Shush, you," chided Irene with a smile. "Fi, are you alright?"

"Yeah, of course," said Fi with a forced smile.

She should have been fine. It had been a good day and the evening was being spent with the bells and the Phillips at her place. She should be wonderful. She just couldn't shake the bad feeling she had in the pit of her stomach.

"So, which was your favorite island?" she asked, trying to take the attention off herself.

"Um, I don't know," said Gabe, pausing to think. "What would you say Jack?"

Before he could answer the phone rang. Fi felt a horrible pressure in her chest. She did not want to answer that phone. Forcing herself to appear relaxed, Fi walked over to the phone, answered it, and had her world shattered-again.

Dorian watched the color drain from Fiona's face, her mouth hanging partially open, a look of horror on her face. Before anyone could say or do anything, he was up and in front of her. He gripped her arms tight, not sure how much longer she would stay standing on her own- he found himself frightened by how badly she was shaking.

"Fiona, breathe. Breathe, Fiona!" he ordered, shaking her slightly.

She sucked in desperately, her head spinning. Slowly, raggedly, she tried to breath out and but her breath hitched in half sobs. A tear ran down her colorless face. Dorian wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her firmly against himself- supporting her, comforting her. Gently he took the phone from her grip and pressed it to his own ear.

"Hello… This is Dorian Dravinhd… I don't care about that, tell me what's going on… Oh God… Yes, of course, we'll be on the next flight out… Bye," Dorian hung up the phone and wrapped his other arm around her. "I am so sorry, sweetheart."

Fi just clung to him, strangled sobs escaping her. He didn't try to shush her or offer her words of comfort. He just held her tight, while she fought for control. She was strong, she'd pull herself together enough to do what she had to do. When it was over, when she could be a grieving woman and not a burdened priestess, then he would comfort her, tell her to let it out uninhibited.

Fi's family stared on in shocked silence. They wanted to comfort her, to know what was wrong but they couldn't seem to make themselves move or say anything. Instead, they just watched as she sobbed and Dorian held her. After about ten minutes she seemed to be calming.

"Fiona, honey?" said Dorian, keeping one arm wrapped around her, but pulling the other back so he could tilt her chin up.

"I… c-can't," she choked out.

"You can, love, you have to. I know it hurts but you can't fall apart now, you know that. There are things you have to take care of, people who will be depending on you."

"I know," she said, her voice a little firmer.

"You can do this, sweetheart, I promise."

"I have to," she whispered. "Dorian, I…"

"I'm not going anywhere, honey, I promise. I'll be with you every step of the way," he swore, and she nodded, visibly calming. "Go pack our things, love. I'll make the flight arrangements."

She nodded. Dorian pulled back slowly, and kept a hold of her arms as he turned her toward the door. He let go but kept his hands close in case she fell. She swayed a little and it took a few moments but, eventually, she walked out of the room. When she was out of sight, he called the airport. After the arrangements were made he loosened the magical hold he had her family.

"What's going on?" demanded Molly and Jack in unison.

"A good friend of Fi's from back home, Claire Hallings, was killed."

"Oh God," whispered Annie, turning her head in the direction Fi had left. "Oh Fiona…"

"Molly," said Dorian sharply when the woman started to stand. Then more gently, "I know you want to go to her, but that's not what she needs right now."

"Dorian, I know you care for my daughter but she is still my daughter. She just lost a good friend and a shoulder to cry on, my shoulder to cry on, is exactly what she needs."

"Molly please," he tried, not wanting to have to resort to magic again, "it's more complicated than that. Fiona is the executor of Clair's estate. When we get to England she is going to have to handle everything and it's going to be hard on her… It's going to be Arrie all over again, and she won't be able to handle it if she falls apart now. If you go to her to try to comfort her now, she will loose it. Please, if you want to do what's best for her then give her the space she needs to keep it together until this is all over. Please?"

"Mom," intervened Jack, "all he's ever done is keep Fi safe, protected, and that's what he's doing now."

Molly gave Dorian a hard look, "Don't make me regret this."

"Is there anything we can do?" offered Gabe.

"Just lock this place up when you head out," he said standing up and calling as he left the kitchen, "Sweetheart, we have to leave soon, are you almost finished?"