Special Rehab (closed)

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The call came much to early for Peter's liking, he fumbled for his phone on his night stand “What” he said irritated through the haze of sleep as he placed the phone to his head.

His eyes snapped open as he heard the voice on the other end of the line “Sir, sorry sir” he said as he started to get out of bed. It had been two years since he had been out of the service, but after being in for nearly fifteen years old habits died hard.

“I need your help” the voice said.

“Yes Sir, what do you need” Peter asked, warily wondering why his commanding officer would be calling after not having heard from him since he got out.

“It's my niece” He began, “you probably have seen the stories, you know how she is spinning out of control”

Peter nodded and had to suppress a laugh, he had seen the news reports, it was ridiculous how out of control she was. He was surprised it had gone on this long and she hadn't been forced into rehab or gotten hurt. “Yeah I have seen some of that” Peter said.

“Well her family won't do anything about it” He said with an exasperated huff “Someone needs to get her out of the situation she is in and help to correct her behavior” he said.

Peter smiled “Sir, you know what I did wasn't rehab”

“I know, I know” he cut in “but she has gone this long with out anyone to tell her no, she needs something stronger” he said.

Peter nodded “Sir, what I did in the service wouldn't be allowed in any civilian rehab center” peter exhaled loudly “I don't think I can help you”

“I know you've been getting shitty personal protection jobs” he said “I can make this worth your while”

Peter paused, he was running low on funds and the jobs that he had been taking were far below his skills and ability. He had been trained in getting answers out of people, he had learned to read behavior and play off it as needed to get what he wanted. Part of this training had been learning how to push people to their limits and break them when needed. “What are you offering” Peter asked, wanting to know all of the details before he made a decision.

“I have a place just out in the country for you to use, I'll get you what ever you need. And when your done 500K and I'll get you to what ever country you want to go after that” he said.

Peter listened, he did like the offer that was being made, and the challenge seemed like it would be worth taking the chance for. “Any limits” he asked.

There was a long pause on the phone “No, the gloves are off, you do what you think you need to” he said.

“Alright then we have a deal, what intel do you have for me” Peter asked as he fished for a pad of paper.
 
"Alex Riviera is fell of the wagon again! The former 'It Girl' and actress was seen exiting the famous L.A. night club, Flame, late last night with a unknown accomplaince, and she was completely wasted!

You may know her from the hit movies; Darkness Inside, Heat of the Moment, and Heart of Gold -- but to be honest the only place you're seeing her now and days is in the tabloids! Late last month she was checked into rehab for drugs by her uncle, although it appears it didn't do much help.

Alex, baby, what's the deal? When are you going to get off the drugs and do some real acting?"


She pushed the power, turning the TV off. Real acting? Seriously? Fuck TMZ! I'll show you real acting when I shove my foot up your ass! She thought as she resisted the urge to throw the remote at her sixty inch plasma.

Alex didn't have a problem. At least not in her own eyes. She drank, meddled in some drugs, and partied. She was twenty-three... that's what people her age did. So she happened to be one of the hottest celebrities around, she didn't care about being a 'good role model.'

Without another thought, she flicked her lighter, burning the weed in her joint in her mouth. She inhaled deeply, letting the smoke fill her lungs until it caused her to cough lightly. The only reason they gave her so much shit was because they were jealous. That's it... they are just jealous. Well they can take all the shit they wanted, she was sitting in her multi-million dollar mansion, smoking a blunt, with a nice ass car outside. She earned all of it, let them keep bitching.

Just then a man walked into her living room. She couldn't remember his name, she just knew she picked him up last night at Flame. After getting pretty wasted they came back here and did what any drunk adults would do. She chuckled at the thought.

He flashed her a sexy grin as he moved toward her, his body completely uncovered expect for his boxers. "Why are you out of bed?"

She took another hit, leaning back onto her plush couch. "Needed a pick me up," she said softly, bending her finger at him. He gave a small chuckle as he leaned into her lips, allowing her to breathe the smoke into his mouth. His lips didn't pull away after like she expected, instead they pressed tighter, pulling her into a seductive kiss.

"I'll give you a pick me up..." he muttered into her lips, his hands creeping around her, pulling her into his arms.

She laughed. They'd fuck again... then she'd kick him out of her bed, head back to Flame and find another one.
 
Peter slowed the black suv in front of the large mansion, he took a look and let out a low whistle. "So that is what flashing some cleavage will get you" he said with a laugh as he slowly made his way up the front of the house. He had been given quite a bit of intel on her and would have plenty to go on for the evening. He didn't really want to babysit but this would give him the perfect cover to accomplish what he needed to.

He stopped the car close to the door and got out, he smoothed out his black suite and adjusted his tie. He made sure he looked very driverly before he approached the door. He had done several details like this so he would have no problem playing the part. He clasped his hands behind his back as he stood straight as he waited for the door to open.

He kept his gaze straight as the door opened and a young girl stuck her head out "I'm here from the Flame" he said before she could get going. She wasn't his target, just part of her entourage, something he would have to deal with. He would need to get her away from them long enough to take her where he needed to "They sent me to pick up Ms Riviera, they felt it better that she have a driver after last nights incident" he said cooly.

His eyes never met the young girls but he could tell that she was young, probably the same as as Ms Riviera. He stood back to show her the SUV, "When ever Ms Riviera is ready I will be waiting" he said as he nodded to the girl and then headed back to the car.

He heard the door click behind him, he smiled, this was going well so far. He smirked, and it should, he should be able to out smart a bunch of drugged up kids. He went to the car and sat down, he watched the door and waited for them to come to him.
 
Alex sat in front of her large mirror staring at herself. She was beautiful and she knew it. Long strawberry blonde hair, bright blue eyes, a flawless complexion, hell even a body most Victoria Secret models would kill for.

Her eyes traveled down the mirror, set on her breast. Perfectly round rosy pink nipples set on her milk white skin. She smirked softly, giving them a light tug to make them taut. Everything about her was perfect. That's what made becoming famous so easy.

Well... that and having your father be one of the biggest screenplay writers in Hollywood.

She was always spoiled growing up. Many would claim that's what made her so stuck up today. She would even admit to being bitchy if she didn't get her way. And when she got bitchy, things went all bad. That's why most people would just give in and give her whatever her heart desired.

"Alex! Your ride is here!!!"

Her eyes flashed to the door as her thoughts were interrupted by her friend shouting. "Alright!" she retorted, tossing her mini-dress over her damp body, giving her hair a quick brush. Another night at Flame, another enjoyable night. Who wouldn't love this life?

She grabbed her small clutch, and she was out the door.

First thing she noticed when she got into the front seat was the driver was different than her normal. "Where's Lou?" She asked in a irritated tone, slamming the door behind her as her friend climbed in on the other side. "Forget it, just go..."
 
Peter slipped out of the drivers side as he saw the front door open, he made his way around to the passenger side and opened the doors as he watched the young women come out of the house towards him. He kept his gaze just past them as he watched them come towards him, he shut the doors behind them as they piled into the SUV.

Peter almost started to answer her question when she said never mind, he could tell by the tone of her voice that she was annoyed. He didn't quite understand why she would be upset with a new driver, I'm sure that she didn't really care about them any way, he thought. He drove them to the club, winding his way though the city. He made sure to make the ride enjoyable for them, he didn't cut things to close, but he made sure that they got there quickly. He listened in to their conversation, making notes of things as much as he could. Most of the talk was pretty inane, and didn't really amount to much.

As they reached the club he bypassed the main entrance and went around to the back to the VIP entrance. He stopped the car and got out and pulled open the doors to let them out. He could hear the base from the club, the music spilled out into the street as the door was opened for them to come in.

"Just let me know when your ready to leave" he said politely as he shut the doors behind them.

He smiled as they turned to look at him, he could see the disdain on Alex's face as she realized that he was talking to her. He continued to give her a smile as she turned away with a flip of her blond hair.

Peter watched them go, his eyes taking in Alex's figure. She was a very beautiful girl and he could see how she translated so well to the screen. He went and parked the car and made his way to the club, he slipped in through the VIP entrance and found a place in the back to sit and watch. His eyes trained on Alex, watching and waiting for his moment.
 
"I can't believe he's dating her!"

"Oh, I know..."

Alex turned around quickly in her seat, pinning her 'friends' with a hard glare. "Seriously, I don't give a damn, so shut the hell up with it." A jerk backwards, her eyes went back out the window as they pulled into the club.

She wasted no time thanking the drive, only opening the door and stepping out. Her stilettos clicking against the pavement with every step away from the SUV.

"Just let me know when your ready to leave."

She stopped turning toward him, her eyes narrowing for a moment. She turned away with a flick of her hair, and moved inside the club.

The club wasn't incredibly pack, but to say it was slow was a lie. Guest filled the tables and seats at the bars. The dance floor covered with hot, sweaty bodies. The DJ in his booth, head phones overhead.

"Alex!!" The voice came from somewhere to her left, turning to look she smiled as one of her ex costars approached her. She gave a big smile, hugging him as he came close enough. "Dean, I thought you were in France?" she asked softly, her eyes taking in his tall, sculpted form.

"Nah... I just got back."

She glanced toward her table, where her friends had already made themselves at home. "We'll have to catch up, soon! They're waiting for me, so I can't keep them waiting."

"Sure." A last quick on the cheek and they parted.

She glanced behind her as she took the steps to the VIP section. She'll have to fuck him when she got the chance. The conversation in her booth was all the same. An ex dating this new girl and it made no sense. Yada, yada, bullshit. Rolling her eyes, she opened her clutch, pulling out a small bag of pills. Little, blue, and mind blowing. If she was putting up with this all night, she needed something.

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The concept of time faded away. Everything faded. Colors, shapes, distorted sounds. Alex laughed softly, her hips moving on the dance floor. God she loved ecstasy. Out of all the things she has tried, this was the funniest.

She ran her fingers through her hair, pulling it around her face, a soft moan at the soft feeling. Her blue eyes glazed as she looked up at the ceiling, the strobe lights, the color beams dancing, her body trying to mimic the movements.

She felt suddenly lightheaded... and hungry. Her hands reaching out to her friends. Well, her 'so called' friends. "Come on... let's go!" She shouted over the music, turning toward the exit. She thought it was the same one she had came into, but she honestly couldn't be sure. She hadn't even realize her friends hadn't followed as she stumbled toward the car. "Lou! It's" she laughed, her body dipping sideways before straightening, "time to go..."
 
Peter sat quietly at the edge of the fray of activity in the club, he kept his eyes trained on her. It was very interesting to him to get to study his prey like this, mostly it had all come from intel reports and briefings, rarely had he ever been able to study them in the field like this. He sipped on a drink as he stayed in the shadows, keeping his presence low and off the radar of everyone else. He didn't need to be recognized for what was going to happen later. He watched her as the night wound on, she flitted between her group of friends and other people there. It was clear that she knew a good many of the patrons and they knew her, either from her public personality or because she spent so much time here.

He watched her as she drank and had a good time, some of her activity would be closely scrutinized if law enforcement was allowed in here, but they weren't and as long as things stayed under control they wouldn't have any need to. He made notes of what she seemed to enjoy and how she acted as she partied.

As it got later he could see her slowing down, the affects of the alcohol and drugs taking their toll. She stumbled towards the door, slurring her badly as he could not understand what she said over the noise of the music. He helped to steady her as they got out side. The heels she wore making it hard for her to maintain her balance.

He helped her into the car, she slumped down as she tried to sit up. He buckled her in to the car and got into his side. He watched her for a second to see how coherent she was, he smiled, she was very loopy.

He pulled out of the parking lot and headed out into the city, he drove around, the soothing road noise rocking his passenger to sleep. It did not take long and she was out, he made his way to the location that he had been given. He smiled, this was going to be quite an interesting assignment.

Once they arrived there he pulled her out of the car, she was passed out so he flipped her over his shoulder and took her down the basement. A small room had been made out of steel bars and he set her in there and locked the door behind him. He headed up stairs to change and get some rest.
 
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