A/N: Okay, so I got the idea of writting this story from watching all those late night cime shows, and it just got me thinking 'what would the two of them do if put in a position like this?' So, feel free to leave comments and even help improve, and what the hell I guess I'll allow flames as well...for now. Haha, so get to reading!

~ApPeAl2rEaSoN

Chapter 1:

C POV:

November 15th, the day I've been awaiting for quite some time now. And I know you're probably thinking I'm talking about my birthday or some other immature child's event, but no I'm talking about my parents anniversary. Yep, this marks my parent's 20th year of being madly in love with each other, but that's not why I'm excited. I'm excited because my parents are celebrating their 20th anniversary in Honolulu is exactly 4917 miles away from Montreal, which gives my boyfriend, Duncan, and I a week of complete privacy together. Which was something we have been dying to get lately.

"Okay Courtney, we'll be gone until Tuesday so I want you to know all the emergency numbers are on the fridge along with our hotel number. I fixed dinner for every night this week so you wont burn down the house. Make sure to keep up with your chores, and-"

"Mom! Everything will be fine. I promise," I assured my mom as I was leading her out the door.

"Well, I know, but we've never left you alone for this long before and-"

"I know mom, but you can trust me nothing is going to happen. It's just going to be a long, boring week without you two, trust me," I said.

"Well, okay…" she began. "But if you need anything call us." She stopped in front of the door.

"I will mom promise." I smiled, hugging her.

"And don't even think about bringing that boy over here while we're gone because I will issue a restraining order on him." My father said taking the last of their luggage out to the car.

"Daddy!" I shouted. "I already told you Duncan and his family are out of town for the weekend. Nothing fun is going to happen when you're gone trust me..." I said rolling my eyes.

"I know, just making sure you knew that," he raised and eyebrow at me.

"I do! Now go! It's getting late you're going to miss your flight if you don't hurry up!" I told them shoving them outside.

"Oh, look at the time hun, it is getting late our flight leaves at eight," my mother laughed. (You heard it right. My parents actually enjoy flying in the middle of the night instead of during the day.) "Well, be good, we'll miss you honey." My mom said turning around, hugging me for hopefully the last time.

"I will mom," I laughed hugging her back. "You two have fun."

"Trust me we will," my mom assured. "And don't get yourself into any trouble while we're gone." She said as she slipped into the passanger seat.

"Promise." I lied smiling through my teeth. "Bye you two. Have fun, love you." I shouted waving at my parents who were now backing out of the driveway.

As soon as they turned the corner I dashed into my house, diving for my phone on the kitchen counter, and dialing the first number that came to mind: Duncan. Now, I know I told my parents that he would be out of town, but I just couldn't have anything ruin what is about to be my best week ever. The phone rang twice before Duncan picked up in a cheery tone.

"So, has the bitch has left the building yet?" He asked.

"Duncan," I half yelled half giggled. "That is my mother you're talking about."

"I know," he teased. "So their gone?"

"Mhmm. There's no one, but me here."

"Well, it looks like we'll have to fix that wont we Princess?" He asked.

I laughed. "I knew you were going to say that. You're so predictable Duncan."

"I knew youwere gonna say that," he mocked. "I'll be over in a few 'kay?"

Okay," I replied. "I'll be waiting." I told him before hanging up. I set my phone back on the counter and made my way upstairs deciding to take a quick shower to pass the time before Duncan arrived. I walked into the bathroom, turned the shower on and stripped from my clothes, which sent a chill down my spine when the cold air around me made contact with my bare skin. I quickly stepped into the shower, desperate to warm my body as soon as possible.

I quickly realized Duncan would be over in the matter of minutes and I still needed to finish getting ready. I immediately stepped out of the shower reaching for the towel that hung on the back of the bathroom door. That was when I noticed the towel was no longer hanging there.

"Shit," I spat covering myself, as I stood completely naked in the middle of the bathroom floor.

D POV

The minute Court hung up I slipped my phone into my coat pocket, grabbed my car keys from the counter top, and flung the back door to my house open, and hopped into the driver's seat of my piece of shit car. Courtney didn't live more that fifteen, twenty minutes from my place, but the car ride always seemed like it took forever to get there. I turned up the radio hoping it would help speed up the long, boring drive to Princess'.

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
You're the pretender
What if I say that I'll never surrender?

I sighed, nothing like the Foo Fighters to speed things along. After I couldn't take much more of the shitty excuse for what some people call music I turned off the radio and drove the rest of the way in silence.

I eventually pulled into Princess' huge freakin' driveway, and her house fuck man it would blow you away. It was the kinda house that people would put on the cover of 'The Lawn of the Month' magazines or on the cover of 'Houses That Are Defiantly Better Than Yours'. But hey I was proud of my filthy rich girlfriend 'cause unlike most of you I can say: 'Ya? So what if I'm poor as dirt my girlfriend is richer than you'll ever be in your life-time.'

I stepped out of the car and made my way up the driveway. I didn't bother ringing the doorbell instead I just walked right in. Princess didn't care if I knocked or not when her parents weren't around.

"Princess," I called, but there was no answer. "Princess," I called again. "Ey, you alive?" I joked, but still no answer. I groaned and made my way upstairs hoping to find Courtney up in her room.

C POV

Since there was no sign of a towel around I had quickly slipped into my pink pair of bra and panties that lay on the ground by my feet. Note to self: Make sure to take towels out of dryer.

I slowly opened the bathroom door making sure no one was around (of course no one was around I was home alone). When I finished opening the door all the way I made a dash for my bedroom door. I mentally patted myself on the back noticing how well I managed to get my half naked self in the privacy of my own room, until I noticed a fault to my plan: I had left my bedroom door wide open. Which meant I was still as naked and exposed as I would be standing in the middle of the hall. I didn't even have time to react to my door being open when I was quickly tackled on to my bed, letting out a blood curdling scream, which was silenced by a soft, but fierce pair of lips crashing into mine. I immediately opened my eyes to be faced with the exact opposite of any real danger: Duncan. I pushed him off of me so that he was now straddling my waist.

"Hey sexy," he smiled breathing slightly heavier than normal.

"Oh my God," I screamed. "You scared the shit out of me!"

"I know," he replied. "And I did a pretty damn fine job at it too if you want my opinion." He smiled. "Plus, I couldn't help but not do anything seeing you like that," he said moving his eyes up and down my body. I gasped reaching for a pillow to cover myself up with, but he must have read my mind because he took both of my wrists in his masculine hands and pinned them over my head.

"Aw, it looks like you're in quite a jam huh Princess." He said furrowing his eyebrows smiling down at me. I didn't bother putting up a fight because I knew he would eventually tire of his little game and let me go, but I should have known better. He thrust his lips on to mine again, but this time with more force and determination biting down on my bottom lip, and I couldn't help but not resist cause when it came to stuff like this, Duncan really knows what he's doing. Once he was finished chewing on my lip he moved down my chin, to the base of my neck, and them down to my chest.

Small, soft gasps of pleasure escape my mouth hopefully so quiet Duncan was unable to hear, but again I should have known better. I felt him smiling against my neck when he sat on top of me again, and quickly unbuttons his black, skintight cotton shirt I bought him for his birthday (what, I was sick of seeing him in those same black skull t-shirts). I'll admit with each button he undoes I can't help but catch myself drool a bit. I mean you would too if you were faced with his strongly and heavily built chest that was made of pure muscle, and his rock hard six-pack abs. The had the most smooth skin imaginable except for the extremely sexy happy trail that ran from under his navel down past his jeans. His arm muscles flex under his rolled up sleeves as he tries to remove his right arm out of his shirtsleeve until I stop him, pulling him back on top of me crashing my lips into his. He grips his hands on the side of my face while I wrapped my arms around his neck, and we continue our game of tonsil hockey letting out small gasps and moans until we hear a crash come from downstairs.

Duncan immediately stops and looks up at the now closed door. "The hell was that?" He asks concerned.

"I-I don't know," I say.

"I'll go check it out. You stay right here." He instructs getting off of me, and pulling his arm back into his sleeve. I nod my head and sat up covering my self with a pillow.

D POV

"This better be fuckin' important," I spat under my breath heading down the hall. "You've got to be shittin' me," I whispered looking down from the top of the stairs at three shady figures tarring apart the downstairs. Not that I was scared or anything 'cause I basically grew up living around burglars, but all I needed was Princess' place robbed while her parents were gone. They would point the finger at me in no time and have me locked up. I quickly made my way back to Princess' room and almost slammed the door behind me, which made her jump.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"Well, it seems like we've got ourselves a few visitors downstairs." I said casually shoving my hands back into my pockets.

"What?" She spat. I hushed her. "You mean burglars?"

"Yah, it looks like it. I said walking towards her. "You're old man keep a gun anywhere?" I asked her as she had jumped off the bed and began going through her closet I guess to find something to put on.

"No!" She shrieked. "My father is actually civilized Duncan."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, you got a pipe?"

"And what are you going to do with a pipe?" She spat throwing a tank top over her head.

"You know, just scare 'em off."

She sighed and reached back into her closet fishing around for something. I tilted my head to trying to get a better view of her ass when she turned back around with a baseball bat in her hand. "Will this do?" She asked nervously.

"You bet," I smirked at her grabbing the bat from her hand. "What do you have a bat for? Last time I check you weren't much into sports."

"I uh…my parents tell me to keep one close for this reason…"

"Smart parents," I said. "I'm gonna go deal with those goons," I continued walking towards the door, but stopped in my tracks. "Hey babe," I turned around. "I-if I'm not back in ten minutes…call the cops 'kay?"

She stared at me wide eyed. "W-what?" She barely chocked out.

"I-I mean you know just in case." I said regretting telling her that scaring the crap outta her even more. I turned back around, reached the door knob, swung the door open, and gasped when I found myself standing face to face from some douche with a smug plastered across his face. My grip tightened on the bat in my left hand.

"Now you really didn't think we wouldn't find you did you kid?" He asked with the same smug expression. I heard Courtney gasp behind me.

I turned my head back at her. "Princess, stay back and let me deal with this douche." I said gripping the bat in both hands bringing and bringing it up over my left shoulder. She did as I told and backed up against the wall.

The dude just laughed at me. "Oh, yah Princess, you'd better listen to Prince Charming here. He looks like he means serious business." He said raising and eyebrow at me. I furrowed my brows and swung the bat at him with all my might, catching him off guard, and striking him right in the face, causing him to slam against the stair railing.

"Stay here," I ordered as I closed the door behind me. The wannabee robber was now sitting on the groundgripping his nose that was leaking blood all over Courtney's family's expensive carpet. Shit. I thought. Before I could even finish this douche off like I wanted to I was pinned against the wall with the wind completely knocked out of me by one of the thugs I saw him with downstairs. I really wasn't much of a match for the dude 'cause he was huge. He was built like a fuckin' football player. He had to be two hundred and fifty, three hundred pounds of pure muscle, and freakin' tall easily topping six feet. Plus, he had a gun pointed at my head. I didn't dare moving until I could hear Courtney screaming from her bedroom.

"No get your dirty hands off of me! Let me go!" She screamed. "I said let me go! My father is a lawyer God dammit!" The other thug was carrying her over his shoulder while she was kicking and flailing around trying to get out of his grasp, which was no use.

"Hey," I spat. "Let her go!" I said somehow managing to free myself from the first thugs grip running over the second one who had a hold of my Princess.

"Duncan," Courtney screamed as she was being carried down the stairs. I was just about to go after them, but decided it would be better to grab the bat that lay on the ground near the douche that I knocked out, but it wasn't there. Instead he stood up in front of me with the bat in his right hand.

I wasn't able to react to him before he cracked me right in the face with it. Man, payback really was a bitch. I clutched my face in my hands and back up, bending over against the wall. I easily had a broken nose and some missing teeth, but all that really concerned me was getting to Courtney.

"Tie 'em up." I shot my head up at the three hundred pound ape coming at me. I quickly dodged his huge, but slow self and dove for his boss, startling him and knocking him to the ground, me on top of him. "Fucking kid," he spat turning around trying to get a better grip on the bat in his hands. I sat on top of his slamming my fists into his face as hard as they could. He catches me off guard when he socks me upside the head with the bat I no longer noticed was in his hands. All that was running through my mind was: 'Kill the bastard.' He knocked me off of him and climbed on top of me swinging the bat so it makes contact withmy face hearing multiple loud cracks. I continue to fight back though, once he stops to catch his breathI spit in his face, pissing him off making him immediately drive the handle of the bat into my gut, completely knocking the air out of me again. He then pressed the bat against my neck, already out of breath now struggling to breath, but I soon managed to get him off as a result from kicking him in his jewels. He tumbled off of my gripping his crotch in pain when I grabbed the bat off the ground and hoped back on top of him swinging the back in his face hearing the same awful cracks I heard against my own. His breathing had slowed down and I was just about to bash his skull in, I raised the bat over my head, inches away from thrashing it into his head when I heard a gun go off. That instant everything slowed down. Immediately felt an intense amount of pain in my chest, and I looked down at him seeing the gun I must have heard go off in his hand, smoke still coming out of it. I then look down at my chest that was drenched in blood, grabbed the thief by his collar who was now smiling superiorly at me, before I had a chance to do anything else I blacked out.

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