I couldn't stay at equilibrium any longer. My sanity was being questioned as I lay in my bed. Honestly, I took Corey's words too much to heart. When he said not to do anything, that's exactly what I did.

Hygiene was now my number one priority. Food was not, as I spent most of my time watching television in my room. I was hoping to catch a glimpse, a small clip, of something that might reveal something about Die Mörder's whereabouts.

But soon, hours had become days, and days had become a week. Honestly, I was getting worried.

It was crazy how much their presence had changed me. After many years of living by myself, I almost appreciated their constant existence. I had friends, but they had their own families to tend to. So overall, company was nice, even if they were notorious killers.

I had lost my parents in a war. Now, I had lost another part of my life from guns and money. By now, I gave up any hope of their return. If not seven days, then never.

The thing was that with nothing to do, all I could think about was them. I had to admit, I was even beginning to miss Jack and his cynicisms. It was hard to see such an old guy going through a different type of mid-life crisis.

And Lance… it was disappointing. I felt an obvious physical attraction to him, except it was obvious we didn't know each other at all. In fact, I barely ever talked to him. But still, I felt that burning desire to be close to him more than ever.

At that precise moment, my favorite episode of House was interrupted as Breaking News flashed across the television screen. A news reporter appeared on screen, papers in her hands.

"We interrupt this broadcast to report this breaking news. After a week of absence from the set of Holiday Run, Ace Coolidge has been deemed missing. Police reports say that his mansion was a disaster. But Coolidge's disappearance is not the only issue at hand. Three bodies were found in the house, two unidentified. However, the third was identified by the FBI as Daniel Valisk, of the Most Wanted's Die Mörder. Watch the news at nine to hear more on the shocking events."

At the mentioning of Daniel Valisk's name, a picture of Danny appeared in the corner. I let out a gasp, my hand shooting up to cover my mouth. Was this possible?

Hugh Laurie appeared on the screen again, but I didn't care. Who cared if a girl was allergic to sunlight? Daniel Valisk, presumably Danny, had just died; the Danny that had faked a stumble down the stairs for me. The only who I had slowly come to trust after a rough beginning… was suddenly gone.

It wasn't possible.

I could feel my breathing getting harder as the world around me began to get lighter. The sounds of the TV began to twist and before I knew it, everything went black.

--

I could hear distant shouting in my head. The cries seemed desperate as footsteps fell heavily on the ground. Everything was dark, but the sounds were frightening. It felt like I was in the midst of a horrifying war, standing blindly in the center.

I was suddenly grabbed by the shoulders and lifted up. Before I could scream, a hand clamped over my mouth as I opened my eyes. I found myself staring into deep green eyes, the haunting color I hadn't seen in a week.

"Don't scream." He whispered, dropping his hold on me. I nodded, staring at Lance. "We've been back for a few hours, but you were knocked out for a while. Jack wanted to see you downstairs."

Lance held out a hand, as I hesitatingly took it. Was this some kind of sick joke? Since when was Lance Muller kind to me? Never. But I didn't say anything as I slid my fingers into his.

We seemed to fit perfectly (or so I thought) as he led me downstairs. The yelling was louder now as we approached the basement. I could actually make out some of the words.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I heard Jack yell as Lance and I stood by the stairs. He had already let go out me by now, but the feeling of his touch still lingered as we stood side by side. "I told you to take his body! Those are the rules, you idiot! His parents were prominent members, and now they have to head to the morgue and see their dead son. If you had done your job, you could save us some honor and decency!"

"How is it relevant, Jack? Either way, they have to see him so where's the difference?" another voice snapped, one that I was not familiar with.

"The difference is that the Valisks had to hear from the public enemy number one. Would you rather hear of a death the next day or the following week from strangers? Why the hell did you not tell us he was dead?"

The words slapped me hard. So it was true; Danny was truly dead. Tears burned my eyes as I tried to block out the rest of the argument. Danny's body had been abandoned by the 'cleaner' of the group. So much for not leaving evidence.

Not only that, but whoever it was had actually lied out his death. How do you lie about a death?

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean, you piece of shit?" Jack roared as the sound of a body falling echoed. Obviously I missed something… "You don't tell your crew to go without accounting for everyone. You definitely don't lie about the whereabouts, either, because we will still find out. Do you understand?"

At that moment, Lance took the opportunity to knock on the door thrice. The argument ceased and footsteps sounded as the door flew open. I nearly screamed, if it wasn't for the sharp glare thrown simultaneously by both the Mullers. There was a huge gash down Jack's cheek and bloodstains all over his body. His body was wrapped by bandages as he held a gun in his hand.

"Both of you, get in." he snapped and turned back in. Lance brushed past me without looking at me as I stood idly.

I hesitantly stepped in, shutting the door behind me. Walking down the stairs, I finally came to the room where a man was standing in the corner.

He didn't look very old, probably only a few years older than I. There was a fresh cut beneath his blonde hair, probably from the previous crash I had heard earlier. He suddenly smirked at the sight of me. Turning to Lance, who was standing besides him, he whispered something while never taking his eyes off of me.

A slow smile appeared on Lance's face as he shook his head, laughing. I still couldn't get over how unbelievably gorgeous he was; it was almost unfair. "Are you guys done?" Jack interrupted, spinning the gun around his finger. "Because as soon as Jefferson's done visually raping Whitman, I'd like to get down to business."

Okay, gross.

"Yeah, I'm done, boss." The man I now knew as Jefferson grinned, stepping back from Lance. "So my question is why did you bring the chick down? Why not Jay or Peterson, who have more rights to do this?"

"Oh no." Jack grinned. "They'd do it without hesitation. They're used to this sort of thing. But Whitman here gave us the information. Even though we lost Danny, we have a few more extras in our crew that Jefferson needs to take care of."

By now, Jack was staring straight at me, malice lacing his every word.

Honestly, I didn't want to be here. Only less than twenty four hours ago, I admitted to missing their presence. But it was moments like these that made me realize how much I truly hated Jack Muller.

Jack, Lance and Jefferson began walking to the other side of the room. I couldn't move, because I knew whatever they were about to do, I couldn't watch.

A stream of curses suddenly rang out. The voices were oddly familiar as I tightly gripped the edge of the table. Two figures were suddenly shoved into view as they stumbled to the ground.

Arms and legs bound, handkerchief around their eyes, they looked completely helpless. No doubt they were the unfortunate victims from Die Mörder's most recent 'trip'. "You're really going to have a girl kill us?" one of them drawled, a smirk on his lips. "You don't have the balls to do it yourself?"

It became deathly silent then, only the ragged breathing of the captives was audible. I glanced at the three guys, but neither of them moved. But in a quick exchange, Jefferson suddenly lunged forward, planting the sole of his shoe square into his nose.

A resounding crack rang as profanities filled the air. "That was a bit uncalled for. By the way, you're still in deep shit for Danny." Jack said, though he didn't seem upset in the least. In fact, unless my eyes were deceiving me, he was actually smiling.

With a curt laugh, Jefferson ambled over to the fallen man and sat him upright forcefully. He untied the blindfold as I let out a scream. Ace Coolidge sat there, nose bleeding and crooked, with a black eye the size of an apple. His eyes fell on me, as recognition hit.

"I knew there was something wrong about a newspaper sending over a hot reporter. They never come hand in hand." He spat. "So you sold me out, our bluff worked, but I'm still gonna get shot by a girl. Great."

Wait, what?

I slowly began backing away, my hands held out in front of me. "No, no." I shook my head. "There is no way in hell I can kill them. I already sold out my favorite actor and that's all you said I had to do. I'm done."

"The fun's just beginning, babe." Someone breathed in my ear. I let out a scream and spun to see Monty laughing his head off. When the hell did he get here?

"It's all part of the job, Whitman." Jack coolly explained. "You never asked for the full outline of the plan, nor did we discuss the minimum for your payment from Klose."

I bit my lip. I should've known better than to trust a fifty year old mercenary. Where was my common sense? But honestly, was the money worth all this pain and sinning? I was about to kill someone for crying out loud, with a real life gun. I wasn't in an RPG anymore, hiding behind a controller and playing on a PS2. This was reality.

"No." I looked towards the four men in front of me. "I don't care about the money anymore; you can't make me kill anybody." I turned around and began to walk up the stairs. Suddenly, I heard the click of the safety on a gun as Lance's voice rang through the air.

"Take another step and I swear, I will shoot you." I froze at that statement, my foot frozen in place. I shut my eyes, attempting to wash the tension out of my body. "You know me, Morgan. Don't you doubt my ability to kill people like you."

The question now lies here- why is the most attractive person I've seen in years the biggest asshole I've ever met?

"I'm not moving." I replied softly, as I heard footsteps approaching where I was standing on the stairs. A hard barrel prodded my spine right after his hand gripped my arm. I heard Jack, Monty and Jefferson talking quietly amongst themselves as the two hostages began shouting obscenities.

"I know you wouldn't." Lance whispered softly in my ear, bringing me back to that moment when he had entrapped me in the computer chair. Except this time, my life was on the line as opposed to before. The barrel of the gun moved away from my back while he placed his hands in my own.

As my heart raced, I leaned back into his hold unconsciously. Lance stiffened considerably, but did nothing. Instead, he transferred the gun into my own hand, his head buried into the crook of my neck.

"Lance…" I said, attempting not to lose control. "What are you doing?"

A few muffled words vibrated against my skin causing heat to spread through my entire body. Did he have any idea what he could do to me? He slowly began to walk backwards, pulling me with him. My feet unwillingly followed Lance's steps until we stood smack in front of Ace Coolidge and the other unidentified person.

"I'm helping you." came his belated reply.

Bit by bit, I felt my arms being raised to chest level, but not by myself. Lance's hands were encased around mine, aiding me through every step of the way. My breathing became labored as I realized what I was doing. I began shaking my head, tears forming in my eyes.

"Are you sure this is a good- oh, fuck!" Jefferson hissed, stopping any chance of intervention I might have had. I didn't have the strength in me to do this. I nearly fainted from passing duct tape to Lance the last time. What made them think I could handle the intensity of this situation?

"Morgan, relax. I'm right here." Lance's voice said again, over taking my brain. "Just breathe." At that moment, he pressed a fleeting kiss against my temple, probably in an attempt to calm me down. My hormones suddenly went into red alert as my heart began racing even faster than before.

Shows how much he knows about me.

"If you're going to shoot me, do it now. I'd prefer not to see a love-fest happen right before my eyes. Next thing all of us know, you'll be fucking each other senseless on the concrete floor." The other stranger said, rolling his eyes. I glanced nervously at Jack, but he didn't react. An amused smile sat on his face, Jack's attention turning back to the two of us.

"I have to agree with Carlos Velazquez this time." He winked briefly at the man before staring us down again. "At the rate you're going at-"

"Fucking hell, Dad." Lance yelled, raising my hands with his again. I was in too much shock to even resist his movements; even Jack was staring at Lance like he was absolutely crazy. Of the entire two or so months of their stay, never once had I ever heard Lance refer to his 'boss' as Dad before.

It had always ever been Muller, Boss, or just no reference whatsoever. The sudden change of formalities was definitely a shocker for every person in this room.

"Jack is officially Pops again." Monty grinned, clapping Jack on his shoulder. He merely thrust a scowl at Monty, shaking his hand off. Seems like he doesn't like it.

Gunshots suddenly rang out in the air at that moment, causing me to scream bloody murder. My arms were tense; I couldn't see. A slow thump followed soon after, the body of the victim slumping to the ground.

"Shut her up, won't you? Before the rest of the neighborhood hears…" I could barely hear Jack's voice over what seemed to be my own screams. The issue now lay in the dead body lying ten feet away from me. The shiny blonde hair that had once graced the silver screens was no longer. That smirk that had captivated the entire female population was gone.

I had killed Ace Coolidge.

Suddenly, I was spun around, the gun dropping out of my hand. I tried to push away the assailer, but to no avail. Lips suddenly met my own as my screams stopped from the lack of outside oxygen. Lance's scent filled my nose, his hands holding me in place. He was kissing me fervently, his lips moving over mine. I began responding with the same fervor, my hands going through his dark hair.

Slowly, the kiss began to die as our movements decreased in intensity. I was breathing hard as I let my eyes slide open. His green eyes were already staring me down, daring me to look away.

Could this man kiss or what?

The gravity of the situation suddenly hit me again. Somehow, the gun was back in my hands. I looked to my left, expecting to see Velazquez kneeling on the ground. But sometime in the past minute, both bodies had disappeared, as did Jefferson. Only a pool of blood Monty was scrubbing at gave an indication of the monstrosity that had only occurred.

Jefferson sure knew how to be a clean up man.

I realized I was still in Lance's arms as I embarrassingly took a step back. I looked at him, a cynical grin on his lips. Immediately, I understood what had just happened. He knew how I felt; he knew how to play with me. All this, it was just a game to him. Ultimately, it came down to how to screw around with me to get his own business done.

Fuck him.

Before I could open my mouth to scream curses at him, Monty's voice interrupted both of us. Lance and I both looked towards the man on his knees, a sneer on his face. "Listen, that was a great show from both of you." Monty snapped, throwing a bloody towel towards Lance. "But if you're going to keep up with it, take it upstairs at least. I'm not cleaning up whatever shit you guys leave behind."

Okay, gross.

I let out a huff and stormed up the stairs, being sure to cast Lance an absolutely menacing glare as I passed him. He merely smirked, his arms crossed against his chest. "Nice doing business with you." He called out after me as I trudged up the stairs. "Jack will pay you accordingly for your services."

Wow, way to play me out to be a whore.

--

"Good afternoon, what can I get you?" I asked the woman standing in front of the cashier. She tapped her chin, ordering a coffee as I wrote down the order on a cup. I called out to Claire, who was finally getting the handle of things. "Thank you, and here's your change." I smiled at her, dropping a few coins into her cupped palm.

The woman moved away, revealing the next person. Pat stood there, grinning as he leaned his hip against the counter. "Hey, boss." I smiled, pounding fists with him. "How was your break?"

"Lovely." He stretched his arms, sliding across the counter to the shock of the other people in line. "I paid four dollars and fifteen cents for one gallon of regular gas. My Expedition gets a bit gas happy at times."

I cocked an eyebrow at him, simultaneously ringing up the next customer. Pat quickly grabbed another apron, opening the other cashier as the influx of customers grew. After all, it was a cold day and people enjoyed reading books and drinking coffee at Barnes and Nobles on a snowy afternoon.

"So how much did you actually pay for a regular fill up?" I asked, repeating the mind numbing process of recording the order on the foam cup. I passed it over to Claire who was suddenly being bombarded by twice the work. "And do you want me to call Nancy for help?"

"You seriously don't want to know." He sighed, brushing his unruly hair out of his eyes. I refused to look away until he finally gave in. "Fine, pushy. The guy at the pump stopped it at exactly 110 dollars, flat. Oh, yeah, and call Nancy."

I dropped the phone I was already holding, turning to Pat. Had he seriously dropped that much for a gas of tank? Was he crazy? "You are so not driving. We're car pooling from now on. Don't complain."

Pat shrugged nonchalantly, pushing the phone towards me again. He turned to me when he saw there were no more waiting customers. "That's fine by me. Every other week, we switch drivers? You stop by my house, I come by yours? I'm guessing we both probably live around this area."

I bit my lip at that. Was I willing to let Pat come by my house, possibly allowing him to see the intruders residing there? Was it worth the sacrifice?

"Sure." I finally said. "But just call me when you leave your house so I can get ready. I don't want to keep you waiting."

"Whatever." I started, but stopped when I saw a certain somebody walking up the stairs of the Barnes and Nobles. Andrew Forrester was in step with someone I didn't recognize, talking actively with them. "Oh shit." I murmured under my breath and made a run for it.

I had tried to make contact with Andrew before, but whenever his mom passed him the phone, he'd immediately hang up. I never understood what happened or what I did, but apparently he was über pissed at me for some unknown reason. I tried to placate him by calling his cell phone and driving to his house. Nothing ever worked though; he was steadfast in ignoring my attempts.

"Morgan Whitman?" Unfortunately, I looked towards the voice, seeing Andrew standing there gawking at me in shock. "I haven't seen you in fucking forever! How have you been?"

Was he serious? I felt my mouth drop open, but not from a pleasant shock. I was in absolutely disbelief. How dare he have the nerve to pretend our loss of contact was due to time and not him?

"How have I been?" I snapped back, slamming the palm of my hands down on the counter. "I don't know, why don't you tell me? Maybe if you haven't taken so much energy in trying to ignore me for the past two months and actually talking to me, you would know. I thought you were better than that, Forrester. What the hell are you trying to pull here?"

Andrew pursed his lips, shoving his hands into his pockets. His friend slowly drifted towards Pat's cashier, but kept a weary eye on the tense confrontation. Andrew leaned forward, mimicking my arms' positions. "I know everything." He whispered into my ear. "Lance just told me everything. I can help you get out of all this shit if you just come with me."

What?

I didn't pull back, not letting him see my skeptical look. Why would Lance ever tell him anything that goes on? He didn't even tell Andrew about Ellie or the rest of his deceased family. Why would Lance suddenly spill everything that had happened that would throw him and the rest of Die Mörder into federal incarceration for the rest of their lives?

"No." I replied blandly, pulling away. "I'm fine, everything's fine. An occasional phone call from you would be nice though. You were my best friend, Andrew. Why would you insult me like this? You're not even talking with Lance, and he was actually your best friend after I was. What's wrong with you?"

Andrew sighed, running a hand through his hair while he kept his elbows on the counter. "It's not so easy. I need some time away from you guys. I promise though, I will stop by one day to see the both of you."

Based on the fact that he refused to look me straight in the eye, I knew he was completely lying. I knew him well enough to know he sucked at lying. Whenever we played 'Bullshit', his eyes would fly elsewhere after he pulled down a bogus card. He simply couldn't say anything asides from the truth.

"You're such a liar." I retorted. "Listen, if this was al you wanted, would you mind leaving? You ruined a perfectly good day. When you decide that you want to visit us again, we'll be waiting very patiently. You're still our best friend, why can't you see that?"

With that said, I turned back into the kitchen and out of sight. I sat down in a chair, placing my face into my hands. I couldn't handle this anymore. I was on an extremely short string, especially after that one incident a mere three days ago.

The murders of Ace Coolidge and Carlos Velazquez were plastered all over the news the very next day. In Ace's case, the media placed him as a young soul, whose life didn't deserve to end yet. He was seen as the innocent golden boy of Hollywood who never did anything wrong. Carlos was painted as the trouble maker, the dealer that had been sought by the FBI for years for across the border dealings.

What the media never knew was that Ace was exactly the same as Carlos.

The moment I saw the news, I fainted. Ace had been discovered with three gunshots in the chest. Carlos had a single deep cut in his throat; a swift death most likely brought upon by Jefferson while the rest of us were being… "distracted".

Apparently their bodies had been found in a house on foreclosure. The bodies were sitting up right on the stairs directly in front of the main entrance. Needless to say, the house had not been auctioned off that day.

The very next day after the reported news, some random person had been arrested for their murders. I had absolutely no idea who it was, nor did I really care. Jefferson had done such a job well done that the officials were looking in the wrong state for the murderer.

Nonetheless, I was still feeling a pang of pain in my heart every time I saw the news. I, the daughter of two patriotic American soldiers who were killed in action, had killed for the sake of mercenaries. How did I fit into this equation?

Not to mention, Lance was no avidly ignoring me. He would cast me a look every once in a while, but that was the limitations of our conversation. Corey had approached me a few times, asking what had happened. Apparently, the events in the basement never left the concrete walls. All the rest of the team knew was that Coolidge and Velazquez were dead. They didn't even know Jefferson had been in the house that day.

I recalled last night, when the rest of the house was silent. With Danny, Rusty and Matt gone, all spirit and energy had left the group. Little by little, the group was being decimated by unforeseen circumstances that were ruining Die Mörder's morale (or whatever they call it).

I heard the kitchen door open, but I didn't move from my spot. I didn't lift my head even as the person laid a single hand on my shoulder, rubbing soothing circles on my back. "Morgan." Pat said as he knelt down besides my sitting position. "I know we don't know each other so well, but you can trust me. Who the hell am I going tell anyway? My entire life revolves around coffee. Remember, okay? You can go home whenever you feel ready to."

I heard him sigh, pushing up from his crouched spot. I refused to move, even as he stood silently waiting for a response. After a minute of tense silence, he walked towards the door. I expected to hear the door swing open, but it never came. Instead, the next words he said shot straight to my heart.

"I'm sorry."

With that said, the tears began to pour.

I had to get away.

Author's Note

AH. They finally kissed, but not in the way we all wanted, eh?

Anyway… oh my gosh. So I've been doing well with updating random crap, but definitely not this story. January 5th? Must be a record. Actually, only five months. Hah, only. I'm two months past my intended update. I really don't have an excuse actually. It's just laziness, but guess what? I finished school on the 19th, so I'm free for a while. I actually have a few projects in the making and I'm über excited to get them started. Oh yeah, and not to mention a bajillion one-shots formulating in my brain.

So, I guess I'm sorry. This is the beginning of the double digit chapters, exciting isn't it? Anyway, now this is where the story starts to kick off. Next chapter is actually going to be completely in Lance's point of view, so I hope you guys will like that. I've rarely written in a guy's stance so it'll still be new and exciting.

Thanks for the reviews, and I'm sorry! I hope you can forgive me. Here are review responses :D

atreyu love: Sebastian is kind of the ring leader of the entire crime world. Die Mörder is just a singular group that kills for personal vendettas or political purposes. Sebastian Klose provides the names and locations of those people for money, or again in the Ace Coolidge case, a personal reason. And haha, I'm glad you like all the characters. After all, who would like Ace and Lewis? They were fun to just put in and die. It was funny. :D

SapphireEyes16: Yep, that's the only role Ace will ever play. But of course, the tragic endings of his life will have a negative effect on the rest of the story. You'll have to wait and see, of course, to see where things go. And I'm glad you really enjoy reading the story.

LadyDeath77: Is she? Or is just a physical attraction? Though of course, knowing the nature of my writing, you can probably already guess. HAHA. Oh my gosh, I definitely should have done that for an April Fool's joke. Well, guess what guys, Jack died because his pants caught on fire and uh… Jay's mother scrubbed out his mouth with soup and died of poisoning. Oops. Haha, such joy.

MyPlaidPants: Ah, Jenna! Ack, I'm so glad you love this story so much. It's great to hear what you have to say since you're an amazing writer as well. I'm glad you're keeping up with my erratic updates and I hope you get to read this one as well. And again, thank you.

ashes00: This chapter is the catalyst of everything. The beginning was kind of a slow introduction for what is soon to come. And don't worry, there will be plenty of Lance. I'm actually thinking about having every ten chapters or so in Lance's POV. So 11 would be, and 21, and etc if I reach that level.

thepiemaster: Who knows what happens next? Only I do. Heheh. AND YES. SAT's definitely suck. They deserve to not exist. Whoever developed it deserves to… I don't know. I'll knock them out with my amazing right hook. But anyway, a lot of people go to county colleges around their area after a few events that prohibit them from traveling far and using a LOT of money. Example, at my friend's school, their valedictorian went to a local community college for two years before he applied later for a transfer. It's about financial aid. And thanks, I'm getting my scores soon… I think?!

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jekodama: Haha, really. Maybe I should test that out next year when I take the subject tests. No way! You so would not do that. I love my jeans, I don't know what I'd do without them. I have like, ten pairs of jeans since that's all I like to wear. Actually, you waited five months. I'm so sorry! I'm hoping this next update will be out really soon since it's in Lance's view. I'm thinking it'll be pretty long actually. No worries. Anyway, all your questions were answered in this part, so I hope you enjoyed it.

PandasAreCute: Aw, it's okay. I haven't even updated that much except for multiple one shots and some other things that are recently updated. Anyway, I hope this chapter is worth the wait. Things are slowly developing and things will start to take a spin as the storyline advances. I hope you enjoyed it and I'm glad you liked it!

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superficialowl: That's actually the style I write in. A little bit a time, more details are revealed to allow the bigger picture come through to the audience. I'm almost glad you unknowingly picked up on that. Thanks for the review!

CecilyAtHeart: Learning about Lance is actually coming up next. I'm writing chapter eleven from his view, so hopefully many new things will be revealed in the meantime. Jack and Lance are almost the same exact person, in some twisted way, so as you said, learning about one will reveal more about the other. Thank you for reviewing!

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