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Nights in White Satin	By : ImagineLayla131 Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 6331 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE TOTAL DRAMA FRANCHISE OR NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY TELETOON AND THE MOODY BLUES, RESPECTIVELY. NO MONEY/PROFIT IS BEING MADE OFF OF THIS FANFICTION!

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Hello world and my wonderful readers! Happy New Year! :)
Sorry for publishing so late, I tried to post this chapter earlier, but I kept getting a Type 1 Error message from the website, URGH! I apologize in advance if the chapter seems flat, but I think it sums everything up from the last chapter. The reason for the title, Regeneration, is because this chapter is all about receiving second chances and regenerating your life from mistakes and regrets.
Thanks for the reviews, follows, and favorites! :D I can not believe that in almost three months I have 13,232 views, 203 reviews, 25 follows, and 20 favorites! HOLY COW! It gives me hope that the original version of the story will be well received also :). I haven't been going through the easiest of times lately, these reviews have given me such a warm happiness and a boost for my recently deflated confidence/self esteem. The more reviews I get, the quicker I update, but you all know I'd update regardless! I'm overjoyed and inspired to write! If anybody has any suggestions, feel free to send me a private message, I'd love to hear them! Thanks to SkorpionQueen012, Knute, PabloPenguin, Soldier Courtney (Thank you so much for the personal shout out to me in Chapter Two of Over Again!), GrapeSodaBanBabies, BlueBerryIceQueen, Duncanschick, SilverSun09 (His awesome story, Total Drama Life, inspired me to use all the TD characters as well as having LeShawna be with Lightening rather than DJ. I think they're a better fit anyways.) and the guest reviewers whose names I don't know, I know I can always count on your ideas and reviews!
I finally hit over 200 reviews! WOO-HOO! Now, I really want to hit 300 and more reviews! I've been advertising the story on Instagram, I hope it works! I did not draw the cover image, I found that on Instagram also, but if any and all artists want to do some fan art, message me! I'd be beyond thrilled! I am proud to announce that the first piece of FanArt has been completed! SySaiyan drew this awesome piece inspired by Chapter Three! From the sounds of it, there will be more to come
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Be sure to check out my next Total Drama story, Back to Life. Chapter One is already posted! It's a Trentney AND Duncney Fanfic ;)
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE TOTAL DRAMA FRANCHISE OR NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY TELETOON AND THE MOODY BLUES, RESPECTIVELY.
I ONLY OWN THE TAINTED KITTY, THE STRIPPER NAMES, AND MY OWN ORIGINAL STORY IDEAS, WHICH CAME FROM THE SCREENPLAY I'VE BEEN WRITING AND HAS BEEN COPYRIGHTED
Chapter Twenty Six: Regeneration
Northridge Hospital, 8:30 pm
"Zoey, it's me, again. I don't know what's going on, but your friend Heather was dropped off in front of the E.R. by two random jerks and almost died of a cocaine overdose. Maybe it was intentional, I have no idea, but I'm getting really worried because I haven't heard from you all night. I hope you're safe."
Mike heavily sighed as he ended the phone call. His suspicions and worries had only increased since Heather's arrival. What if something horrible happened at the club? He was further interrupted from his thoughts when the loud distress signal for the EMTS emitted throughout the hospital. Mike ran to his ambulance. I've gotta calm down, even though I'm freaked out as hell right now. There's lives that need to be saved! My shift is over at midnight, I'll drive over to her place straight from work.
"What do we have, Jack?" He asked his EMT partner and best friend, who was waiting for him by the ambulance. Jack was often mistaken for Mike's little brother, for they had the same coloring and Jack had such a baby face, even though he was the same age as Mike's sister Sierra.
"We have a triple homicide, triple critical assaults, and a gunshot wound to the arm. It's a two bus call. We're gonna have to take the assault victims back here, considering the severity of their injuries, but I've already called the coroner to meet us there to bag up the corpses."
They both hopped inside. "Gotcha, what's the address?" Mike put the key in the ignition while he waited for Jack to tell him the address.
"6816 Winnetka Avenue, the cross street is Vanowen, some place called-"
"The Tainted Kitty." Mike cut him off. Fuck! I knew something was wrong! Oh God! Zoey!
"Yeah. Hey, isn't that where your girlfriend wo- whoa!" Jack trailed off as he was taken by surprise by Mike speeding out of the hospital parking lot.
Heather's Hospital Room, 8:45 pm
Heather woke up feeling groggy and disoriented, like her whole body was chained and shackled. She had no idea how long she had been out for or how she got to the hospital in the first place, all she knew was that this had been a failed suicide attempt. Damn it, why am I here?! I took enough to get it to work! "Fuck!" Heather mumbled under her breath, not even hearing the door open and a man stepping inside the room.
"Why, hello there. You're up earlier than expected."
She would have erupted into a bigger outburst if it wasn't for the doctor coming in, causing her to immediately silence, not only because of his presence, but he was very good looking. He was tall with tanned skin, light blue-green eyes, short sandy blonde/chestnut brown hair that was spiked up, and a great smile. He was wearing scrubs and a white lab coat, but Heather could tell by the way his clothes clung to his skin that he had a nice body. She could feel her face heating up and was sure it was red. Am I blushing?
"I am? How long have I been here for? I don't remember much." She almost whispered, it hurt to speak. The doctor walked over and checked the machines.
"About two and a half hours. All your levels are almost regulated to normal. I'm Doctor Jose Burromuerto, but everybody calls me Dr. B." He shook her hand, then pulled up a chair next to her bed and sat down before he continued speaking. "You had us for quite a scare, Heather. Overdosing on that much cocaine, you're incredibly lucky to be alive. It took me three times to jump start your heart after you went into cardiac arrest, along with intravenous doses of diazepam and Lidocaine. You're also lucky that one of our paramedics found you after you were thrown in front of the E.R. by two unidentified men."
"What?" Heather gave him a confused look. Who brought me here? Why was I saved? I didn't want to live. She could barely remember anything before she passed out.
"Heather! Heather! Heather, stay with me!"
That was the last voice she remembered hearing before she slipped into unconsciousness. Thinking back now, it sounded familiar. Courtney? It was Courtney's voice. Why? Why would she care if I lived or died? I thought she hated me. She would have been happy if I died. All of them would be… Wouldn't they?
"Heather, I have to ask you something, and it's imperative that you answer truthfully. Was your cocaine overdose intentional?"
Heather felt her entire body freeze up, for she knew the consequences of her actions. Institutionalized, possibly jail. Since she had used all the cocaine, possession of narcotics wouldn't even be put on the table, but there was still the former. Maybe there's a reason I was supposed to survive. She heavily sighed before speaking frankly.
"Yes, it was. I was trying to kill myself. The last thing I remembered was arguing with a co-worker at the strip club where I work. She's everything I should be, or rather, everything I used to be. Beautiful, intelligent, full of life, loved by everybody." She briefly paused, thinking back on the way things once were.
"I had so much going for me five years ago. I used to be a model, until I gained a little weight. I was still ten pounds below the maximum weight for my height, but I was being made fun of and started getting less work. Then, a friend of mine got me into cocaine. I lost the weight and got more work, but I didn't want to be part of that kind of lifestyle anymore, which is why I quit. I couldn't find a job that paid nearly as much as a modeling gig, so my only option was working at a strip club. The girls there accepted me right away, and that made me stop doing coke. Working there was supposed to be temporary, I guess you can stay because I finally felt like I belonged somewhere. It wasn't until I realized that I was always going to be second best and nothing was changing that I started up the coke again. Everybody loves Courtney. The other girls, the customers, our boss especially, he's her former lover. She's like a Disney Princess of exotic dancers. I backstabbed, manipulated, even slept with my egotistical jerk of a boss, all to get to be the top dancer, and none of that changed a single thing. He treated me like dirt, like the piece of garbage I apparently am. There are people who were meant to thrive and people who were meant to die. Courtney is one of those people that's meant to thrive, she even had the Prince Charming to go with the Disney Princess disposition."
Heather could feel her eyes brimming with tears, but she also felt out of control, like she needed to unleash her every thought, even if this had become embarrassing for Jose.
"That's why I tried to commit suicide. I can't take living this sad, pathetic existence anymore! I've ruined everything and it's never going to get any better, it's not destined to! I'm far past the point of returning to normal, I am better off dead. Nobody cares, and now I've told you more than you even care to know!"
No longer able to contain her emotions, Heather buried her face into her hands and burst into tears, sobbing so hard that she began to shake uncontrollably. Jose just sat there, watching this beautiful, heartbroken girl crying. He wanted so badly to reach out and give her a hug, but it would be inappropriate doctor conduct on his end. All he could do was attempt to help her. Jose placed a box of Kleenex on the bed and took one of her hands in both of his, causing her to look up and further blush when they made eye contact.
"Heather, I understand the pain you're going through, and it doesn't have to be like this. There are places and professionals out there designed to help you through quitting the drugs and getting on the road to recovery. Even though I'm not a specialist in that field, I will do my best to provide you with the right resources so you can get the help you need. I'll check what's available through your insurance. Do you have a card on you?"
She looked at him quizzically, yet nodded. "In my purse." He handed it to her and she took out her wallet, handing him her insurance card. "Thanks, but why are you being so nice to me?" Why would a perfect stranger care about me?
He smiled warmly at her, his eyes held such a sincerity to them, one that Heather didn't know if she had ever seen before. "Nobody deserves to be shunned if they have are going through an addiction, even though that tends to be the first reaction. You weren't meant to die, even though that's how you feel. Think of it as a Christmas miracle, a second chance. The gift of regeneration has been given to you, Heather. Now is the time to mold the future into what you want it to be. Like I said, I'm not a specialist, but if you want, I would be glad to accompany you to Narcotics Anonymous. I think that would be the best start in your recovery process."
He's right. It obviously wasn't my time yet. I can't keep wallowing in self pity or letting the events that occurred shape the quality of my life. I know I am strong enough to start over, I deserve to be happy.
Heather nodded and returned the smile, feeling hopeful for the future for the first time in her gloomy present. "I'd really love that."
The Tainted Kitty, 10:00 pm
It had been almost two hours since the FBI busted in, but the Tainted Kitty was packed. Per Duncan's request, everybody was relocated outside while the agents taped off and searched the place. The parking lot was surrounded by two ambulances and six FBI cars, different officers interviewed some of the girls, not to mention the ever growing crowd of spectators and the local news crews trying to get the story for the night time broadcast. The coroner came and bagged up the deceased, but nobody knew what happened to Scott. Alejandro and Chris had both been escorted into separate blacked out police cars to be booked, but Chris was going to be booked at the hospital, he had to be treated for his injuries.
Zoey practically flew into Mike's arms when she saw him step out of the back of the ambulance, he held her tight and wiped her tears away as he kissed her. The rest of the girls were frightened to say the least, and called their boyfriends to come down despite the officers telling them not to. All of the girls seemed relieved and overjoyed once their guys arrived. All of them except for Courtney, that is.
When she found out about Duncan being undercover, her reaction had gone from shock to anger in less than a minute. She felt betrayed that Duncan had lied to her, even though she heard murmurs about how he couldn't blow his cover. He had even gone as far as to tell her she was being an immature brat and needed to rationalize the situation. How could he ever be trusted again? Courtney's mind was spinning with indecisive thoughts as Mike checked her out for wounds. She was finally out of the ridiculous yet sexy Christmas themed outfit she had on previously and back in her street clothes, not to mention that the girls all had their purses returned to them. Miraculously, there had been no damage from when Alejandro flipped her over, just more bruises.
When she got out of the ambulance a few minutes later, Courtney noticed Duncan looking at her, leaned against the wall. From what she heard from Bridgette before she and Lindsay left with Geoff and Tyler in the second ambulance to go to the hospital, Duncan lucked out being merely grazed by the bullet from Alejandro's gun. Jack, Mike's EMT partner, put eight stitches in Duncan's bicep and wrapped it up a little, leaving him in a black ribbed wife beater with his Harley leather jacket hanging from his shoulders. Courtney gulped, admiring his unbelievable physique as her racing thoughts were now replaced with racy thoughts of him ravaging her, or vice versa. His eyes gave her the serious seductive stare that she had become so accustomed to, but there was also a bit of sadness in them. Maybe she had been a bit harsh. Hear him out, you overreacted. Courtney threw her shoulders back and walked over. "Hey."
Some of the sadness left his eyes when he saw her walk up. "Hey, you ok?" All Duncan wanted to do was hold Courtney in his arms and never let her go. He was sure that the wall of hers that they had both worked so hard to knock down had gone back up before the ashes could even be cleared. How was he going to make her realize that even if he wanted to, he had to keep it a secret?
She wrapped her arms around herself and nodded. "Yeah, yeah I should be. Are you ok? Bridgette told me the bullet didn't hit you directly in the arm." Courtney was having a difficult time looking at his sad yet intense stare.
"I am now, but not entirely. The stitches come out in three weeks." He looked down at the ground, they both could feel how uncomfortable this was.
"I'm glad you weren't too seriously injured." Courtney hesitated before asking him what she needed to ask. "Duncan… why didn't you tell me?"
Duncan looked up at her, his serious and sexy stare back in tact. "I couldn't. You have to understand I really couldn't." It didn't take her long at all to realize he was
slightly mocking her from yesterday when she revealed about Justin working with Alejandro.
As much as she wanted to snicker at that comment, she wasn't going to allow it. "You aren't funny. Grow up and get serious."
"I am serious, Courtney. I would have blown my cover if I told you. You have to believe me when I say that I wanted to tell you but that I honestly couldn't. You're acting as if I lied about something huge, like secretly being married with kids. The only thing I lied about was playing an actual criminal role in this, I'm really the good guy."
She nodded, slightly perturbed. "That may be, but what else don't I know? How much of everything else you told me was a lie?"
Duncan opened his mouth to answer, but he was cut off by DJ walking up. "Ms. McKay?" He asked as he approached the two.
Courtney turned around to face the soft-spoken agent. "Yes?"
DJ looked at Duncan before answering Courtney. "Can I borrow her for a second, Harrister? I think there's something you should see, m'am."
"You got it. I'll be here waiting."
They excused themselves from Duncan and began to walk a few feet away. "So, what's this about?" Courtney asked when they stopped walking. She watched DJ pull out a huge manila envelope.
"Well, when we were clearing out Chris McLean's office, we found documents and deeds for this place and his cigar club, with the ownerships being listed in your name."
Courtney was flabbergasted, she couldn't have been hearing correctly. "What? On both of them?"
He nodded. "Yes, he left them to you, amongst some other things that are in here as well. I should tell you that the strip club is now a crime scene investigation, so it will make it harder to sell to potential buyers, if that's the ultimate decision you make."
Why would he leave it to me? Something doesn't sound right… "What about his wife, Blainely? Or his brother, Josh? Won't they try to sue me?"
DJ shook his head. "She might, but these documents are pretty iron clad. It specifically summarized that he excludes her or their son from any and all possessions listed, so she won't be able to get her hands on anything. It also states that his brother signed over his shares to Chris McLean a few months back. There's also a letter for you inside. I apologize that I had to pry into it, it was for all investigative intents and purposes, but I can assure you that nobody else has seen any of this. I'll leave you to read and peruse the contents."
Courtney took the envelope from him. "Ok, thank you so much for filling me in on everything." What else is in this envelope and what could possibly be in that letter?
DJ smiled kindly at her. "You're welcome. It seems like you have a lot on your plate now. I know that I don't know either of you, but I could tell that by reading this letter that he loves you very much. I also know that Duncan is crazy about you."
He walked away, leaving Courtney dumbfounded. How does he know? He's obviously intuitive. After all, he's an F.B.I. agent. She looked down and re-opened the envelope. Inside were the deeds to both clubs, like DJ said, as well as the keys to Chris' Porsche, safety deposit boxes, signed confirmation to his bank accounts, the deed to his house, and his Rolex watch. She was further taken aback as to why he would leave all this to her, but maybe it would be explained in the letter. When Courtney unfolded the letter, it was as if she could hear Chris' voice in the back of her head narrating as she read.
My Dearest Courtney,
God, I sound like such a sap writing this. I'm putting this in writing for in the event that the IRS try to seize my businesses if anything were to happen, but to also validate my feelings for you. The truth is, I've never really loved Blainely, and I fucking know the little prick of a "son" isn't from my seed. No way could that little Cornhead be mine. Anyways, you're the only one in this business I can fully count on, especially since my brother ditched me for the good life. I wasn't smart enough to do the same. Therefore, I'm entrusting you with The Tainted Kitty and The Smoking Gun, along with my other royalties and possessions. I don't expect you to keep them, but I know you'll make the right decision for the sake of my establishments. You're also the only woman I ever really loved whom never wanted anything from me that I wasn't willing to give. Although you never truly believed my feelings, they were entirely genuine. Now's your chance to make that clean break and fresh start you always wanted. Don't think I wasn't paying attention to all the girl talk in between sets. You deserve it, kid. Some people are fortunate enough to get a second chance in life, to redeem themselves for all the wrongdoings they've committed and mistakes they've made. I was never one of them, and because of that, I lost you. I know that whomever you end up with will be the luckiest guy in the world and do whatever it takes to make you happy. Whatever outcome the future has in store for me, I will love you for the rest of the days in my dejected life.
Love Always,
Chris
Courtney was in awe, Chris had a heart after all. Either way, it was too late now for anything to happen between them. From what she overheard, he was going to be going away for a long time. "What does it say?" Duncan walked up from behind, interrupting her thoughts. She turned around to face him.
"It's from Chris. He left everything to me."
"Everything?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Everything. The club, The Smoking Gun, his life savings, his house, even his car and Rolex."
Duncan whistled. "Wow, he must really love you to leave you everything."
There was a discombobulated tension in the air, and small talk wasn't going to be breaking it any time soon. Courtney came right out and said it.
"Duncan, I am so confused right now. I know you're a good guy and that I love you, but I don't know if I can be with you right now. You told me that you were going to betray Chris and your friends, take the diamonds for yourself, for us. Were you playing me, too? How can I trust you after this, Duncan? What else are you hiding? How do I know if-"
Duncan cut her off. "You won't know because you keep talking. Are you going to hear me out or not? I didn't handle it properly earlier. I should have given you some space, but I let my emotions take over and I called you an immature brat. I'm sorry. I'm going to tell you everything you want to hear, but you have to listen."
Courtney's eyes widened, but she really liked that Duncan took such forceful initiative. He took a deep breath before continuing. "Alejandro was being trailed by The C.I.A. for a year and a half. Bugged phone lines, hacked emails, all of this was building up their case for all the crimes he's committed over the years. Except for every time they were close to capturing him, he'd book it at a moment's notice, as if he had some kind of warning. Once they found out he was traveling back and forth to California, the C.I.A. collaborated with the F.B.I., who then started following him. His every move was tracked, and every friend or acquaintance he had ended up unknowingly having their lives invaded, also. It wasn't until they overheard Chris' telling Geoff about "helping a Brazilian kingpin sell his diamonds" and needing more guys that the feds knew they'd finally catch Alejandro. After a background check and seeing that Geoff went to CSUN, more research was done to see if anybody else in the fraternity had a criminal record, and that's how they found me. Once they read up on my trial for the drug hustling charges, I was their guy. They needed somebody with a record to make it more believable that said person would know how to pull off a heist, which I helped with most of the planning. When Chris signed the DIAD for the counter fit money delivery, he unwillingly signed that he was the one in charge of it all, which is why he had to be arrested. After I got the diamonds, we were supposed to catch Alejandro at the airport and arrest them both, but all that changed when Alejandro tried to deposit the counter fit bills at the bank. That's why this whole catastrophe happened tonight."
Courtney hesitated before replying, she didn't want to admit that everything seemed to fall into place. Duncan was a criminal mastermind on the team of heroes, and he wasn't even going to get in trouble since every move was legitimate. Regardless, it didn't answer her previous question. "Fine, you're right. Everything makes sense now. You still didn't answer my question: How much of everything else that you told me was a lie?"
It was killing Duncan that Courtney thought he was a liar, but he couldn't blame her considering the circumstances. "Honestly, it was all true, especially how I feel about you. The only other part that was a lie was when I said that you were nothing more than the best fuck of my life, I only did that so he wouldn't shoot. I wasn't playing you, either. I was only playing them. Look, I get if you're angry at me. You're entitled to that and I know you feel betrayed, which was totally not my intention. You're completely justified. When it came down to it all, nothing mattered. The operation, the heist, the money, the diamonds, none of it. I found something that I thought I wouldn't find as quickly as I did: love. I had been without love for so long that I almost didn't realize it when it was right in front of me. It was because of this whole sting that I found you, Courtney. You already know you're not the easiest chick to deal with. You're stubborn, you always have to be right, overly opinionated, a pain in the neck, bossy boots bitch with a pole up her ass." He watched her eyes widen again, but wouldn't let her get a word in. "Before you say anything, keep listening. That's only one side of you. I know all your sides, Courtney. The sweet, affectionate, driven, intelligent, charming, funny, down to earth, wonderful woman. The girl who is haunted by her past but wants to move on. I love every single aspect of you. Before you came into my life, I didn't expect to fall in love again after Gwen, or at least not until my life was adjusted to my standards. I had already changed after two years in prison, but I've further changed since getting involved with you. We're both two dysfunctional pieces that only make sense when they're put together. I told you I'd risk and sacrifice myself to save yours in a second, you know now by the stitches that I'm true to my word, but only you can believe me. My mother lost the love of her life twelve and a half years ago, she has and never will get over it, no matter how happy she seems to be with my step dad. I don't think I could bear it if I lost you in any way, either. There's no way in hell I'm letting you walk out of my life over a government officiated operation."
"Duncan?" They turned around to see Agent Donovan motioning him over. "We need you for a moment."
Duncan groaned and turned back to a mesmerized Courtney. "I'll be right back. Please think about everything I just told you. I meant every word and all from the bottom of my heart, Princess." He walked away, leaving her to mull over his words.
"What's going on, guys?" Duncan asked DJ, Agent Donovan, and Agent Campbell, the latter speaking up.
"I believe we have a bit of bad news."
"Oh?" Duncan raised his eyebrow as Asher nodded.
"Yes. We just got a call from our jewelry official, and the diamonds are fake. There were a few real ones strewn in, but it's going to take a small team and a few days to pin point which ones are genuine and which ones are cubic. Since Alejandro's men were all gunned down and he has no other contacts that knew of the diamonds, we're closing the case."
Duncan hung his head down low, all his hard work had been flushed down the toilet. He nearly lost his life and his dream girl, all for a bag of plastic. "He was such a liar, I am not surprised. I'm sorry I let you down. What about McLean? What will happen to Geoff and Tyler? The only part they played in this was being a shill for Chris."
Agent Donovan spoke up. "We're still taking him to trial for racketeering. Since Alejandro legally owned the diamonds, the only things we can try him for are the pre-existing charges we have. It doesn't matter, we got him, that was the whole point of this sting, catching McLean was nothing more than an added bonus. Geoff and Tyler will have to come in before the end of the year for a voluntary arrest for being accomplices, but I'm sure the district attorney will work out a plea bargain for them. I don't get why you're sorry though. Harrister, your work on this project was exceptional and flawless, you went above and beyond than even most certified agents in the field. The three of us had a conversation with our boss a while ago, and he was so impressed with your work that we'd like to offer you a permanent position with the Federal Bureau of Investigation. We'd pay for the proper training and in a year, you'll be going on undercover missions across the country. How does all that sound to you, Duncan?"
Duncan took a moment to ponder over the proposition. It was completely unexpected and an unbelievable opportunity. He'd be crazy to turn it down, but his heart was telling him he had to. Sure, it would be an exciting life, but Duncan felt as if he had used his excitement up for two lifetimes. "I'm truly flattered, guys. It's the offer of a lifetime and I'm really grateful. Unfortunately, I'm gonna have to pass on it. I think it's time to retire altogether from my association with crime."
His decision shocked them, he could tell by their sudden change in facial expressions, Asher especially. "Sure about that, kid? You have a really promising future ahead of you."
He smiled and nodded. "I'm sure. There's some other things in store for me that I can do. Returning to school being one of them. Besides," Duncan turned around and looked over at Courtney, she looked to be lost in thought. His smile broadened at the sight of her. If it weren't for her, he'd take the offer, no questions asked. Duncan didn't want to take any more chances that presented the possibility of his most important relationship being terminated. He chuckled and turned back to them. "I'm not wanting to take any risks that would result in me losing my girl. My world is dead without her in it. I'll have a full report written out for you after Christmas, guys. Until then." With that, Duncan walked off and back to his dream girl, leaving the three agents astonished.
"Do you think he's realizing what he's giving up?" Agent Donovan asked.
"Yep." DJ replied.
"Do you think he cares?" Agent Campbell inquired.
DJ cracked a laughing smile. "With a foxy chick like that, hell nah!" They all started laughing, knowing he was right.
Courtney watched Duncan walk away from the other FBI agents. She didn't know what they discussed, but she believed everything he said, and reflected back on the past month, on all the things he had done for her: Getting her job back, taking her in when she thought she killed Justin, offering to take care of his body for her, coming to her rescue tonight. What other guy would jump in front of a gun for a girl? Not unless he loved her, and he did. Duncan Harrister loved her, and there was no way in hell that was going to let her freshly crashed walls rise again. Courtney started laughing, just like she wanted to the first time she realized she was in love with him while she was arguing with Justin. He's made for me like I'm made for him. She started walking towards him and instantly ran into his arms, grabbing his face and pressing her lips to his in a deep kiss. A kiss of longing passion and undeniable love. Duncan was and wasn't too surprised, he knew she'd come around. He grabbed her, pulling their bodies closer together. He wasn't sure if he was imagining things, but he could have sworn he saw a flash go off in his peripheral vision and the sound of a camera clicking. Did somebody take a picture? Those pesky reporters are still here, I almost forgot…
Courtney broke the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck, playing with the back of his hair as their foreheads touched. "I love you too, Duncan, and I believe everything you said. I was just having a hard time grasping such a heavy secret. I know you wouldn't hide anything else from me. You're one of the most altruistic, considerate, and loving men I've ever met, you're everything I always wanted and wasn't sure I'd ever find."
Duncan leaned in and gave her a peck. "I know, sweetheart. Even if you did leave, I'd fight for you until I had you back again. Girls like you only come along in fantasies, and you're my dream come true."
She couldn't help but start laughing. "Wow, Duncan Harrister, the BAMF smart ass punk turned mushy? I think I may like this side of you."
He joined her in the laughter. "Don't get used to it, it's sporadic, but it's how I feel." They embraced, finally being able to relax for a bit now that the issues at hand had been resolved. Maybe those racy thoughts Courtney had earlier would come true…
Duncan stepped back and put his hands on her shoulders. "Ready to get out of here?"
She nodded. "Yes, absolutely."
"Good. We can't stay at my place, Alejandro's crew ransacked it, but we have a police escort accompanying us back so we can get some things for a couple nights. One of them will drive your car back to my place, I don't want you out of my sight. We'll stay with my mom and Stan."
"Ok, that sounds fine. Do they know about any of this?"
He shook his head. "Nope, maybe if they watched the news, but I doubt it. I am not looking forward to sitting them down and explaining this to them."
Courtney rubbed her hand up and down his uninjured arm. "Their reaction will probably be like mine, but they'll come around because they love you. I came around and I'll be by your side when you break the news."
"I wouldn't want it any other way, baby." Duncan kissed her again and held out his hand. She took it, lacing her fingers with his, and the two of them walked to his car, leaving behind the heinous crime scene that nearly threatened to tear their love apart.
WHAT DID WE THINK OF THIS CHAPTER AND WERE ANY OF THE OUTCOMES UNEXPECTED? DUNCAN AND COURTNEY HAVE TO STAY TOGETHER! LOL BUT WHAT DID HE MEAN WHEN HE SAID THERE'S OTHER THINGS IN STORE FOR HIM, DOES OUR FAVORITE BAD BOY HAVE EVEN MORE TRICKS HIDDEN THAN WE KNOW OF? INDEED, HE DOES! THERE ARE A COUPLE MORE TWISTS IN STORE AND A HUGE SURPRISE , INCLUDING MY VARIATION OF A CLASSIC DUNCNEY MOMENT FROM TOTAL DRAMA ! THE NEXT CHAPTER SHOULD BE UP IN A WEEK, AND THE EPILOGUE WILL BE POSTED BY MY BIRTHDAY. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S ALMOST OVER!
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW AND SPREAD THE WORD! NO FLAMES!
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