The cost of fame *for hells_fury and I*

Nick Oak, age 33, born a southern boy the military erased his soft drawl and manners as they taught him a different set of skills, his dark tan and blue eyes fooling his victims until it was too late. He found that after his service to his country he was expendable, and dropping out of the public eye was better for his "refined" tastes, tastes that he expanded on until once again he was "noticed", hunted and tracked down, to be branded a criminal and the courts to decide if he was competent enough to stand trial for his crimes.

"I said SIT DOWN!"

The guard was furious and tried his best to act imposing, an impossible task for his prisoner towered over the guards own 5 foot 11 figure, the blue eyes twinkling with mirth at the prison official as the prisoner sneered at him.

"Pull my chair out and I will"

Nick taunted the man, knowing the chair was bolted to the floor as was the table, and that there was no way he could fit between the two...

"God DAMN you, I can't, we BOTH know that"

Nick smirked again, knowing he had pushed the man to his breaking point too easily, and accomplishing that he grew bored and focused on the camera that pivoted toward them.

"Then get me another chair and send in the Doctor before you pee yourself"

The guard fled and Nick watched the door slowly close, counting the seconds it took before it latched and gaging the time it would take as he stepped across the room and under the cameras eye into its blind spot, then back, his smile at the camera and those watching him telling them it wouldn't be long.....

Abagail

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Abagail stood in the room with the head of her department. Watching the video of the man that would get her the attention she needed. She was curious about him yes, and passionate about her job, but being the newest member of the team and one of the few women in the office she wanted the respect and she wanted to be noticed for her true talents.

She was shorter then most people standing at only 5'2 but what she lacked in height she made up for with her personality. Watching the man on the screen she realized her task would be harder then she wished. Looking over her shoulder at the men in the room she cleared her throat.

"Let me talk to him... with a chair.."

She said to the men in the room with her. Her eyes direceted at every single one of them. Watching two men go for the same chair to give to her she could not help but to chuckle to herself. Nodding as she left the room she went down the hallway to where Nick was being held.

Walking into the room her milano heels clinked against the floor. Setting his chair down she walked to the other side of the table and took a seat with out saying a word. Her skirt raised just a hair as she did so. Sitting there she looked over to the man in the room with her now.

"Mr. Oak please take a seat."

She said to him softly as she sat there. Her green eyes pointed straight at him as she waited.

He backed to the corner as the guards had warned him to, watched her with curious eyes as she brought the chair in and placed it between them, his eyes sparkling as she took her own and the short skirt climbed another quarter inch up her shapely thigh.

"Thank you for the chair Miss...."

He let the sentence hand, not knowing her name... yet, and taking the time to study her face, eyes and throat.

"But it's uncomfortable for me to sit with these leggings on, so if you wouldn't mind?"

He looked down to the massive irons clamped outside his prison orange suit, then to the woman and the guard behind her still at the door, his eyes wide open as if to say "what can I do...escape?" as she in return studied him and he promised softly.

"I won't try to escape you Miss.... that would simply be.. bad mannered, now wouldn't it?"

She watched him carefully for a few minutes. True although her mind ran rampant at the things he could to do her with out those shackles on. Swallowing she pushed the thoughts away and reminded herself of the things this man had done to others. Nodding to the guard to remove the shackles she watched them patiently.

"There you go Mr. Oak. You can call me Abagail. If you would please now take a seat so we could talk I would appreciate. Time is of the essence here."

She said to him, her voice soft yet a tone of authority was still there. Adjusting her posture she crossed one leg over the other. Relaxing as much as was possible into the chair she laid her folder onto the table. She was no longer nervous she had been the night before but now that she was here, that this was happening she was comfortable and confident once more.

She wanted to prove herself mostly to herself but she wanted the respect from the men not just to be some eye candy the like to drool over. So here she was in the room with todays most notorious serial killer and rapist. Well that was what the news was saying. The rape had never been proven and there was questionable evidence at best. So here she was proving her self and in search of answers to her questions that she had about this man, that no one truly knew.

Abagail sat there her heart pounding in her chest as she watched him watch her. Never had she felt like she had been so closely looked at before. She kept her eyes focused on him regardless of what she felt. That was the beauty of her training to be able to feel something without showing what you feel and not allowing it affect you and your objective.

He nodded, turned the chair with a foot, the back of it facing her as he straddled it, then spoke softly.

"Thank you Abagail"

He rolled her name over his tongue and lips, enjoying how her eyes met his and they how opened ever so slightly more to let him enjoy her green, deep orbs.

He straddled the chair easily, resting his forearms over the back of it, able to study her body and face and knowing he was on the cameras outer reached as it had turned to focus of her the instant she sat down. His long legs were parted, the bulge in his groin obvious, and he smiled as she dropped her eyes to study him in return.

"You're here to question me and I won't waste our time together, though the questions I assume are of a delicate.. and very personal measure?"

He moved his eyes to the guard, then back to her lifting an eyebrow, his eyes dropping to her delicious throat and how it moved as she swallowed...

Abagail returned to look into his eyes.

"The questions are very personal yes. Since when you became known by the public no one cared to ask, well I am going to. I would like to get to know I guess you could say"

She said to him in a matter of fact way. She hated the fact that she knew right now everyone was watching her and paying no attention to him. She questioned if this man had really done all the things that was said that he had or if he had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Of course if he had committed the crimes he was charged with she wanted to know why, and how it happened.

Her eyes scanned his body once again, she could not help herself the man in front of her was something to look at. Since everyone else had their eye candy it was only fair that she now had hers as well. Returning her eyes to his she sat there and waited.

"You're the Doctor, your word is the Law in here."

He agreed softly, his mind clicking as her first name fell into place from the files he had scanned of possibilities of who would interview him. Top of her class in a prestigious school, she had made the grade in the CIA to this position already, intelligent, driven and eager to prove herself and make her name known...

"I'll give you answers, but NOT when I have eyes and ears other then yours dropping in, IF you want honesty then it comes at a price, as anything worth having does, don't you agree?"

He didn't smile, simply met her eyes, allowing her to study him and gage her wants and needs versus his as of yet unknown wishes.

She sat there thinking about his request. It was possible and she knew that, it had been done before and she could make it happen now. Sitting there though she pondered his request. It would not be an easy task to fufill but she would if she so decided that it was worth the risk.

"Ok but first you have to give me something. Tell me something you have not told anyone yet. I need something more before I go and request a private setting to talk to you in. In all this would be giving you something you apparently want so now give me something and we will have a deal."

She said to him. Her voice not wavering as she spoke to him. She knew that heads were going to roll because she was a woman but she would deal with that. In all she was told that she could go to what ever lengths she so desired to, in order to get the answers that they were looking for.

She was more then willing to give him what he wanted, he decided as he studied her, and able to do so if she thought it was worth the hell she would catch. She was looking for leverage to get that for herself and for him, he needed to give that to her, enough to prove to the brass that were listening in...The brass wanted facts and figures, a confession to make his case neat and tidy, but Abagail on the other hand wanted details... reasons... emotions to record and write her book with.

"I've been out of the military for 8 years, and have known 11 very special Friends in 7 states"

He supplied the facts and figures, confessing nothing but correcting the inaccuracy of past supposition, turning his head to mutely ask if it was "enough" to get her what they both wanted?

Abagail sat there and nodded. It would be enough she would make sure of that. Taking the files from the table she looked to the man and nodded again. Her eyes twinkled as the light caught them just right for the first time since she had been in the room.

"I will be seeing you soon Mr. Oak."

She said as she stood up and walked to the door. Looking back there was a soft grin on her face before walking out. She knew they were going to give her hell for this but they said she had free reign. She had not topped her professor in an interrogation exercise by chance and they knew that. She was good at her job and she was not just a week little girl like they all wanted to see her as.

He looked up from how her skirt clung to her pert ass to meet her eyes, his smile soft and gentle as she paused at the door and those eyes meta morphed into something so much more then professional interest.

"I look forward to it Abagail"

He watched her body move, just as the guard did too, his smile designed to make the man feel that they were just two horny "fellers" looking at the same piece of ass...

The prison was sloppy, both in it's procedures and training of it's people, something he could have taken advantage of several times but chose to stay and watch the fun as they tried to interrogate him, a decision he was happy about now that Abagail had entered his life.

"She'd be a wild one, don't you think?"

Nick moved to the door as Abagail disappeared, standing next to the guard, easily within arms reach as the man leaned out to watch Abagail move down the hall...

"For sure, I'd tap that and MAKE her scream"

The man agreed with his own smirk as Nick slipped the badge / pass card from his belt and palmed it, then stood back to rattle his remaining chains...

"You'd better take me back to my cell, I guess, unless you have some porn stashed in a locker somewhere?"

Abagail entered the conference room where her colleges were waiting for her.

"Just what the hell do you think that you are doing Abagail?"

Her superior asked her as she entered the room. Looking over to him she shook her head. Setting her files down she folded her arms just under her bust line.

"If you want the answers that you are searching for then give me my time with him. You told me yourself I had free reign so don't sit her acting as if I have done something you did not already think I would do."

She said to him sternly in return. The man eyed her as they stood there and the others slowly left the room. Leaving them alone.

"You will take an escort with you for protection."

Shaking her head getting upset with him now she looked at him directly.

"Bob you know me and you know that I will do no such thing. I can handle this. I can handle myself. We will both be searched before had to make sure that there is nothing on either one of us that could harm anyone. Instead of a pen and paper I will use a tape recorder. There will be nothing around that can cause harm and if necessary I know I can use physical force. So give me this you want your confession and I want my answers. I am the only one that will be able to get them now. He is an intelligent man who unless it goes how he wants it to then you will get nothing that you want in return."

Sighing the man shook his head. He knew that it was useless fighting with her. Especially once she had her mind set on something as she did now.

"Alright. You got it. Set up the place for this and we will get an escort you can ride with them there in the armored vehicle and then take him to the place of your choosing for this to get over with then."

He said to her before leaving the room. Taking a seat at the table she looked through her files again scanning the pictures of him. His eyes said so much more about him then anything else. He was well spoken and confident, he was capable of the damage that had been done but she wondered if he had actually done it. Sitting there she read all the files over again. Pulling out her lap top she began looking up more files on him till she got a lovely message telling her they were restricted. That was her first warning sign.

It didn't take long and Nick had made a friend, they sat in the guards office as the man proudly displayed his on line porn site and Nick "wow'd" and "yeah'd" at all the right times, then gave the man access to several others with a quick hacking into the sites...

"Bill I could use a drink and a sandwich, how about I buy and you order some of those steak and potato combos for us from Frenchy's? Don't take it wrong but the food here... sucks!"

Nick suggested and smiled as his new pal didn't even question, just took the cash and made sure the door was locked behind him, effectively keeping everyone OUT and letting Nick use the computer for what he really wanted...

In a few seconds he accessed his own accounts, saw that a certain Lady had tried to open his military files and smiled as she had failed, knowing her curiosity would bring that subject up as well as he typed in another pass key code to order several items he would need in the near future... then closed it all down as he heard footsteps and set the screen to several risqué pictures of a woman closely resembling Abagail...

"Thanks Bill, you're THE man!"

They ate their meal and talked some more, Bill sharing how dull prison life was for a guard, and Nick mentioning the upcoming guard duty for him "off site" and how he might arrange Bill to be on it, and find some "ladies" to keep him entertained while they were there...

"What are Friends for, sure I will do that for you"

He assured the man as the lunch ended, all the Master key codes carefully memorized by Nick, and as he waited in his holding cell he smiled, greeting Bill the next day as he was "collected".

"Good to see you again Buddy"

He greeted his pal as they walked the hall, jostling the man in a friendly manner and seeing that the man had shaved and dressed in a new uniform, capitalizing on his eagerness with a promise.

"I'll make you look good if you want, be the perfect subdued prisoner and all to impress the other guards and our sexy Doctor, here's the cash and tickets to that club I mentioned... it's only a block or so away , I think"

The ride over was quiet, Nick keeping his promise and following Bill's "orders" to the exact letter, the rented room a suite that the prison used for impressing the politicians when needed and easily arranged with a few clicks of the same computer Bill gave him access to..

He was ushered into the room and chains removed, Bill promising to remain "close by" (with a sly wink to Nick) after Abagail chastised him for asking if she needed help, and Nick moved to the bar to pour himself a drink and get comfortable.

"Thanks for this Abagail... I appreciate the trust, now where would you like to begin?"

Abagail stood there looking at him. The place was not what she had in mind, she was thinking an office or something along those lines not a suite. Standing there she set her bags down and looked around. Looking over to Nick once more.

"Hold that thought for a moment."

She said walking over to the entrance she opened the door to see guards standing by and attmepting to listen in.

"I said no guards I made that clear. So please excuse yourselfs until I call you and am ready to leave."

She said as she stared both of them down. Finally with little reluctance they left. Closing the door she locked it behind her and placed the do no disturb sign on the outside of it. Walking back into the room she looked over to Nick.

"Well Mr.Oak first I must tell you I will be recording our conversation since my superiors felt a pen or pencil was to sharp of an object for me to bring along."

She said to him as she took a seat at the bar.

He poured her a small drink and set it before her, listening to her words as he looked around inside the suite to see a desk complete with elegant writing pads and several pens, then back to the bar where a knife lay for cutting the fresh lime and lemons if wished for the refreshments.

"What we see, say or do is OUR business here, I hope?"

He carefully set the suggestion out and watched her study him before replying.

"You want the truth, I want to clear myself as well, you need reasons why a man becomes a monster, and maybe... I want to give that story to someone who will use it in a way I can trust"

He finished his drink and rose smoothly from the stool, walking slowly around her and then behind, his hands going to her suit coat to tug gently at it as he spoke.

"It's warm in here and you're sweating, a Lady shouldn't sweat, at least not when she'd relaxing with a client, don't you agree?"

He smiled as she shrugged her shoulders and turned her eyes to him, allowing him the pleasure of removing the jacket for her and admiring the blouse and top buttons that were undone.

"You have excellent taste in perfume.."Pink Sugar Sensual, is it not?"

He slipped an errant strand of hair back over her ear and smiled as her nipples hardened under her blouse and she shivered, then moved carefully back to his stool and drink.

"Can we trust each other Abagail... or do we have to turn that recorder on right away?"

Abagail took a deep breath and looked up to him once more.

"We can have a few minutes without it but I will need something to report to the officals as you well know."

She said to him honestly. She could not promise to keep all the information to herself but some things could stay private she thought in her mind and she eyed him once more. He was a fine specimen to look at and she simply could not help herself nor did she want to.

"Thank you for noticing and yes it is."

She said with a soft smile to him. Taking a drink from her glass she slowly sipped it. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary yet and she was curious as that how much he would want kept between them.

"So when it is ok for me to turn the recorder on let me know.. but till then tell me what it is you would like to discuss."

She said simply as she sat there watching him. Glancing around the room every now and again and realizing they apparently had not swept the room only her and him. Which she knew they would gladly search her again the though annoyed her but it was a fact and it was one that she lived with.

"They will have enough to allow more off site interviews"

He assured her softly and refilled the glasses, his eyes and hands going to her blouse to touch the open V as he looked her in the eyes.

"They were none too gentle when they searched you, a little bit TOO thorough, I thought"

He smoothed her blouse and closed the lowest button, then sat back to study her a bit more before starting.

"You tried to access my military file and failed, just as the DA did, what's in that file is calssified, of course, and the clue to who I am, and what I am trained and capable of..."

She wasn't bothered by his touch, her face calm even as her body showed it's arousal, her eyes telling him she understood he could hurt her... if he wished.... But he didn't want her hurt, not yet at least, right now he wanted her to trade his knowledge for her indescretions..

"I've killed and done worse in the name of the service, then was told I'm no longer useful... Can you imagine a man trained and serving for eight years, then being told he's "useless"?"

He questioned softly, wanting her opinion to gage her reaction to him, knowing if she thought him a threat to her it would all be over...

Looking at him she tried to see more to know exactly what was behind the words that he spoke. There was nothing there that made her fear him only question his motives.

"I can not but I do know what it is like to bust your ass and work hard and only get looked at as object."

She said to him as she watched his eyes. They had searched her a bit to throughly and she knew it but she would deal with Steve later. She knew she could handle him on her own and she would. Sitting there she took another sip. Sliding up from the chair she stood up and looked up to the man standing right in front of her.

"So you got what you wanted, you got me alone in a secluded place with no one around so please give me a reason why I am here. And lets stop dancing around the topic."

She said to him directly. She was blunt when she wanted to be and abrasive if needed most never saw that in her but those who did would not forget her.

He nodded, setting his drink down before answering, admiring the bluntness of the woman before him as he replied with his own direct words.

"You want to understand who I am and what I did, you'll write a book and gain the recognition you deserve, the only way you'll fully understand is experience what I've done..."

He laid his cards on the table, what he wanted was her, plain and simple, but he wouldn't take her, she would give herself to him...

"When it's all done and said you will be able to write that book, and i will simply walk away, I promise"

Abagail looked at him and nodded. Standing there she was not certain where he was taking this or what their time together would unfold. As her thoughts ran wild her phone rang. Looking at it and seeing the number was blocked she picked it up.

"Agent Campbell speaking"

She said into the phone. Hearing the man warning her about who she was with and knowing where they were she looked around the room scanning the windows. Hanging up the phone instantly she looked up to him again.

"Have you had any contact with anyone... Does anyone know our location.. this was suppose to be classified"

She said to him her voice sounding upset and the concern showing in her eyes. She knew this was a high profile case and she knew they were both at risk. Plenty of people wanted him dead and there were even more that did not want the story told.

He listened to her words and more importantly the tone of her voice as she spoke, knowing she wasn't playing games with him as had changed the location of the meet only hours before.

"I arranged this place and one of the guards that brought us here, that leaves the other one as the obvious snitch, if the people who want me dead are in this you won't be safe either, and if it's internal CIA then you need to be seen as unwilling hostage"

He let the words sink in as he reached over the bar to find the package he had ordered, spilling the contents out to the bars surface to reveal handcuffs, ball gag, blindfold and a 9MM...

"The gun is unloaded, there's a car parked out back, I'm sorry for this but it's the best way to keep you alive"

Looking at him she was more than cautious.

"You expect this to work. If you are going to make it look real then I can not go out looking as I do.. They wont believe that and being in the CIA I have a place we can go where no one except myself knows where it is. But if we are going to do this you realize we will have to put a show on I can gurantee there is at least one person watching us from the roof top across the way so there for it has to look real."

She said as she eyed the ball gag and shivered with dislike. Standing there she waited as she watched him measuring his reaction to her.

"You're right"

The drapes were closed hiding them from outsides eyes, the room clear of bugs save for the recorder, knowing that Nick pocketed the cuffs and gag, then pressed the recording button as he gripped her blouse, dragging her across the room to toss her into the drapes and watch her drop to the ground taking them with her.

"Sorry BITCH, but you're NOT getting to take me BACK"

He barked loudly at her as she lifted to her feet, then held still the second she needed to kick him with a spinning kick, making it his turn to drop to the floor and rise once again...

"Nice, but this is BETTER"

He countered with a false left punch, then tossed a fast right jab out that caught her on her chin, once again slamming her to the glass window as he tracked her and slammed a fist to her stomach.

"You're going to make a good HOSTAGE, baby"

He put on the tough voice and tore at her blouse, backhanding her hard enough to split her lip and spin her around, then finishing the blouse off with another hard yank before pushing her to the glass.

"Hold STILL"

He demanded as she fought him violently, then brought his fists down on her shoulders in a double fisted hay maker, the wicked maneuver dropping her to her knees, her face pressed to the glass window as he twisted her arms behind her back and snapped the cuffs on.

He made quick work of the ball gag, forcing it between her lips and fastening it tight, then lifting the 9MM to her head as he pushed her to the door and outside where the car sat waiting, the mixed look on the guards face telling him which one was guilty as he ordered them to toss their weapons in the car, his arm steering the dazed agent to the drivers door as he forced the guards to kneel before pushing Abagail into the car and then himself as he sped away...

Miles later he pulled over, undoing the ball gag and letting her breath, the last of her blouse used to wipe the blood away before he asked directions and once again hit the road.... as a wanted fugitive and his CIA hostage

Abagail felt assaulted which she figured was normal but it had to look real and pretending to hit her would not have been sufficent. After giving him directions she licked her lips and swallowed slowly. She had a few aches and pains throughout her body but nothing that she could not handle. Holding up her hands to him she raised an eye brow.

"You think we can take these off now.. I have not seen anyone for miles."

She said to him as she sat up in the back seat. Looking around at their surroundings. They were close now she knew that only about another hour of a drive and they would be there. Her safe house was unlike any one else's no one knew about it and she had it built so she knew it like the back of her hand. Coming from a family with money had its benefits. She had escape routes in place, even her own weapons room.

The house itself appeared to look like a normal ranch house until you stepped inside. It had the best security in place one that she installed because having any one else do so could risk exposure and they could possibly make a mistake and she could not chance that. Her family helped her build the house them being the few who knew what she did. Of course they would never tell but especially now since they had all passed away.

Her safe house was probably safer then the office the CIA operated from but that was how she liked it. Sitting there she waited as she looked in the mirror waiting for him to respond to her.

He checked the mirror and seeing no one pulled over, pulling the keys from a pocket as he opened the door and helped the bruised woman out, to release drive while her wrists and rub them gently before suggesting...

"I assume we're close to where we need to go so maybe you should drive while I keep an eye on the airwaves?"