The Assignment (Closed)

[carnor_jax]

Scott fumbled on his nightstand for his phone, finding it he rolled over and looked at the screen. He had to squint to protect his eyes from the bright glare, it was earlier than he had anticipated getting up.

He studied the number for a long moment, it wasn't one that he recognized, he decided that it was probably a wrong number and sat it back down. He laid there for a long moment trying to decide if he wanted to go back to sleep, no, he shook his head.

"Damn" he growled as he got out of bed, finding his running shoes he pulled them on. That was one thing that he hadn't been able to drop as a civilian, the need for a good morning run. He stood up and stretched, he had also kept up with his PT, keeping himself in good shape.

He found a dirty shirt on the floor and took that with him as he headed out of the room. He slipped it over his shoulders, feeling the twinge of pain in his left one, that is what got him discharged from the service. He clenched his jaw, not how he had wanted to go out, having to leave his buddies there, and not after that night. He had done his best to save as many as he could.

He shook his head and focused on the run, just his breathing in his ear. It was a good time, and good for him to focus just on that.

When he got home he checked his phone, he noticed that the same number had called him a few times. His curiosity raised he decided to call it back. A voice said "Hello"

"Hello" replied Scott "who is this" he asked.

"Rick Stevens"

"Ahh" Scott said, now very curious as to why his old friend would be calling him. "Whats going on" he asked, they had drifted apart after highschool when Scott went into the military and Rick went on to college. Scott had kept up with him through face book and knew he was an agent for some of hollywoods celebreties.

"Well" came a sheepish sounding voice "I need your help" he said.

"With what" Scott responded wanting to get to the chase.

"Its my client, she needs help"

Scott laughed "And how can I help you, you know my skill set doesn't include babysitting" he was getting irritated by this call now, what was it that he was really after. "And I think you could find some other hired guns to do personal protection, thats not my thing"

The line was silent for a second "Yeah I know, I uh.. I wouldn't be calling you if I had any other options" he said.

"So what is it you want from me" Scott said pressing the issue.

"Well I have a client who had gone to far, she wont let anyone talk any sense in her. I need your skills to help break her of the drugs and alcohol she is on, I need you to get her clean"

Scott thought for a moment "You know what that means, you know what methods I'll use" this sounded like an interesting challenge to him.

"Yes" came a choked up reply "you will have what ever you need"

"Alright" Scott said "And its going to cost you" he said.

There was a long exhale "Alright, I can get you what ever you need"

"Alright" Scott said with a smile, this was going to be a nice payday for him, as long as he was able to pull it off. "Where can I send you a list of equipment that I'll need" he said. "And I will need a complete schedule of where she will be for the next week" he said.

"Okay, let me find out and I will get that to you"

He looked around at his small apartment and meager belongings, time to pack them up again.

 

[tigerlilyxx]

"I think you've had enough!" Someone yelled into Grace's ear. They had to yell to be heard over the music in the club. But Grace pretended not to hear them. She made her way to the bar, stumbling as she went, and shot the bartender a wink. He quickly gave her another drink, and she downed it with a smile. "Grace, it's time to go!" the person yelled into her ear again. This time she turned to face the friend who'd been yelling.

"Fuck off, Trish," she said before pushing past her and disappearing into the crowd. It wasn't long before someone offered her some E. "About time," she said. She swallowed the pill, letting it rest very briefly in her mouth before she did. She wasn't looking forward to waiting for it to kick in. She danced while she waited, and suddenly, she didn't feel drunk. That's one of the things she loved most about E. It dimmed the effects of the booze, but not all of the good ones. As they did, the touch of the person behind her felt sensational. And she felt like she could dance forever. And so she danced and swayed, making as much physical contact with the people around her as she could. She felt connected to these strangers, a feeling she rarely felt anymore when she wasn't rolling. And then things started going hazy. And she collapsed.

When she came to she was somewhere else with Trish and her manager standing over her. A doctor was besides her and made a fuss when he saw her eyes open. "Where am I?" She asked, ignoring the fussing doctor and the angry look on her manager's face. She didn't need to ask what happened. She knew full well she'd gotten dehydrating from the mix of the E and alcohol. She just didn't care.

"Does it really matter?" Trish answered. Grace shrugged. She was right. She didn't really care. "I don't get why you guys are so mad. It's not like I jumped in a fountain naked again. This was nothing."

Except it wasn't. And she had no idea. Apparently it was the last straw. "We're getting you help," her manager said, his tone icy and arms crossed over his chest.

"Fuck that," she responded. He's tried to get her into rehab before, when she'd started smoking crack. It hasn't worked then, it wasn't going to work now.

"Grace, the doctor said you were severely dehydrated. You almost had heat stroke. You could have died." Her friend's voice was full of concern, and for a moment she felt bad that Trish had to put up with her. But only for a moment.

"Whoopdeefuckingdo. Nothing new." She shrugged it off. Like she shrugged everything off. But there was something different about the way her manager was looking at her. The worry in his eyes had changed, and his face was hard, his jaw clenched. "What?" She asked him.

"I told you. I'm getting you help. And you're not going to like it."

That was the last she'd heard from him, and that had been two days ago. She was used to him checking up on her, and found it odd that he hadn't.

"Look, Trish, I'm sorry. I really am." She'd finally coaxed Trish out of her house to go shopping with her. She'd barely heard a word from her best friend since that night. Before they'd parted, Trish had tried once again to talk sense into her.

"You're not my best friend anymore, Grace. You're Grace Hartfield now, the beautiful, untouchable actress who's spinning out of control. And I miss the Grace I grew up with. I know she's in there. I just don't know how to get her back."

"Stop being so jealous, Trish. This is who I am. You just don't understand. You don't get what it's like. You're just a nobody who's clinging to her childhood friend gone famous."

Now, as she stood in the boutique with her best friend, she could see the hurt on her friend's face. She hated that she'd caused it.

"I don't even know what that means anymore. Sorry doesn't mean shit from you. You're just gonna pull the same crap again. Rick called me up to ask what your schedule for the week is. Guess he wants me to keep tabs on you. Everyone's worried sick, and you just don't give a shit. And I’m done." And with that, the girl stormed out of the boutique.

"Well shit," Grace said.

 

[carnor_jax]

Scott sat in his car as he watched out the window. So far all of the intel that he had been given was accurate and up to date. He had watched her go into the store with her friend. He watched as the friend left a few minutes later leaving her all alone in the store. Scott looked around, the street was quiet, he was not sure if that was good thing here. When he had been out in the field that either meant that the locals knew that something was coming and had went to safety or that it was simply a coincidence.

He stepped out the car and adjusted the tie he had on. The suit he wore was comfortable but form fitting enough to show off his athletic figure. He shut the door and headed into the store. He saw Grace browsing through some items. He walked confidently up to her "Miss Hartfield" he said as he stood next to her "your manager Mr Stevens sent me to pick you up" he said. "There is a matter he needs to discuss with you" he said as he motioned to the door. "If you would come this way please" he said as he started towards the door. He moved out of the racks of clothing to the aisle and headed for the door, he could her her behind him, follow close enough.

He reached the door and held it open for her. He watched as she walked past him, she was a very attractive girl. He could see by her face how the partying and hard living was taking a tole on her.

He quickly walked past her and headed to the car, he pulled the back seat open and waited for her to get in. "Watch you step" he said as he offered his hand for her to step down for the curb.

Once she was in side he shut the door and headed to the drivers side. "Mr Stevens said he would text me directions once were enroute" he said as he started up the car.

 

[tigerlilyxx]

Grace jumped when she heard someone say her name. She turned to see an attractive, muscular man standing behind her. One that knew who she was. She wasn't sure whether to be scared or flirtatious. But a lot of people knew who she was, now. She smiled at him as she looked him over, taking in his fit form.

"Your manager Mr Stevens sent me to pick you up."

Well that answered that question. Neither scared nor flirtatious. Pissed. She rolled her eyes. Leave it to Stevens to mess up her day. That must have been why he'd asked Trish about her schedule. So his goons could find her.

"Why?"

"There is a matter he needs to discuss with you. If you would come this way please."

"Well that was a helpful and specific answer," she retorted. But she followed him toward the door anyway, curious why Stevens had sent a stranger to retrieve her.

She grabbed the offered hand as she stepped off the curb, not because she needed to, rather because she wanted to. Even if he was sent by Stevens, he was still hot. His hand was strong in hers. She got in the car making sure to pull her skirt out of the way when the door closed. She waited for him to get in.

"Alright, fine, but who the hell are you? Why didn't he just fucking call me? Or send one of his usual goons?"

She looked out the window as the car moved, unsure as to whether this man would answer. He seemed professional and reminded her of the body guards she'd once had. That is, the one's she'd had before they got tired of her slipping away and they quit.

"You're ex military, aren't you?" she asked.

 

[carnor_jax]

Scott listened to her question but ignored it about Mr Stevens other help. He concentrated on the road and getting to their destination. He heard her ask if he was military. "Yes Ma'am" he said "twelve years" of service he said as he fought back a smile. He had enjoyed his time in the military, there had been the comradeship that he knew he would never get any where else. There was an unbreakable bond that was built between two people when they had to depend on each other for their lives. There was something dull about civilian life, something that he had a hard time adjusting to. There was no rush to the daily grind of live that he was dealing with now. He had tried private security, but found that baby sitting rich spoiled brats was not the same. He was working a few leads on contracting jobs but nothing had materialized yet, with the wars winding down he didn't know how much a reality those were any way.

He drove into the city and then looked down at his phone "Mr Stevens has given me the address" he said as half turned to look at her. "It looks like it is a place out in the hills" he said as he turned back to the road.

He plugged in the address in his phone "It looks like it will take us a little while to get there" he said as he focused on the road.

"I hope this does not inconvenience your schedule" Scott said as he looked down to make sure that the doors were locked. He had set the child locks on her doors so he knew that she was not going to get out of this.

He relaxed slightly as they exited the city, they were far enough away from everyone and he knew that he could handle what ever happened now that they were far enough away from everyone.

He pulled up to a large estate, the gates swung open as they reached the main entrance.

 

[tigerlilyxx]

She grumbled and pouted. Well, he was completely unhelpful. She stared out the window again, unsure why they were going to an unfamiliar location outside of the city. She rarely left the city.

"What is going on?" She asked again. "Why are we going there?"

Again he got no answer.

"Fine, fuckface," she said, losing her already short temper.

She reached down into her purse and pulled out a dime bag and rolling paper. She'd already ground the weed which made for far less hassle. She pulled out the book she used for a flat surface and began to roll herself a blunt. She smiled at the result and held it between her lips, carefully, while she put the book, rolling paper, and bag away.

And then she grabbed her lighter and lit up. She didn't ask if she could. She didn't care if the man minded.

She watched as they pulled up to the large mansion. Where the fuck were they?

 

[carnor_jax]

Scott continued to the gates of the large estate, he slowed and punched in a code on a key pad and the large wrought iron gate slowly creaked open. He proceeded slowly though the gate and watched as it swung shut behind them. He made his way up a long drive up to the side of the mansion. It was older but looked to be in good shape. It had a timeless look to it with the stone work and large windows and formal lighting on the outside of the house.

He slowed near the detached garage as he looked back at Grace, she had finished her blunt. He could tell from her eyes that she was pretty high. He smirked to himself, that was going to make things easier with her in that mental state. He knew that she would not put up much resistance at this point. He stopped the car and got out, he opened the back door "Please follow me" he said as he helped her out of the car. He had to steady her as she struggled to keep her balance.

They walked into the house, the furniture was sparse for a place this large. He led her to a large room where there was a TV and a couch. "Please sit" he said as he turned on the TV.

The picture flickered for a second and then came into focus, it was her manager Rick. "Grace" he said sadly "I am sorry that we have to do this but you have left us no choice. Your behavior is not getting any better and your spiraling out of control" he said. "We have taken steps to safe guard your career for now" he said "we have a cover story that should suffice while you are in rehab". "I hope this works" he said with a sad smile and the image faded off the screen.

Scott moved in behind Grace, he could see the confused look on her face. His movement was quick, the cloth came up over her mouth. He squeezed her tight to him as she struggled. It didn't take long, she was already in a weakened mental state so she was knocked out very quickly. That was good the more she fought him the greater chance of her getting hurt. Once she was out he pulled her up onto his shoulder and carried her down stairs.

He took her into the basement of the mansion, the place that he had set up for her and locked her in her room. The small area was just a cell, with a bed and a chair. He laid her in the bed and then fastened a collar around her neck, the long thick chain that was attached to the collar he attached to the bed.

He could come back when she was away.

 

[tigerlilyxx]

Grace was glad he didn't object to her smoking, but she had expected him to. She looked around as they pulled up to the mansion. Where the hell were they? She'd never seen this place in her life. She flicked the roach to the ground as the door to the car opened. She followed the stranger, keeping her eyes open, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up.

She sat and looked at the TV. Where the hell was Stevens?

"A movie? I'm not watching a movie. Where is he?"

As if in answer to her question, his face appeared on screen. She blinked in confusion and relaxed back into the couch. At least she could see him. It comforted her. She listened to him speak, and he was gone before she could protest. Rehab? This didn't look like any other rehab program they'd forced her into. What the fuck?

And then something was on her face, forcing some weird smell into her. It was pungent an she struggled against it, trying to avoid breathing it in. Her hurried breaths made things worse, though, and soon she felt woozy. And then everything went black.

When she woke up, she was in a bed and very confused. Her head felt light. She looked around before sitting up. She was snapped back by her neck, and she choked. What the fuck? She reached up to find a collar around her neck. She felt a chain connected to it and followed it with her eyes. She was chained to the bed.

And then she remembered what had happened. That man! Tha man had drugged her! And Stevens... He knew about this? He'd planned this.

She took in her surroundings, not that there was much to take in. She was in a cell. There was a chair in the cell, but other than her and the bed, that was it. There wasn't much light and she guessed she was in some sort of basement.

"LET ME OUT!" Grace screamed, her hands tugging at the collar. "Hello?!"

 

[carnor_jax]

Scott made sure that everything was secure and then headed up stairs to enjoy the rest of the evening. He watched the sun set over the horizon and the sky darken. He had dinner as he watched the stars come out in the sky. As he finished eating her heard her start screaming over the intercom system that he had rigged up.

He finished up and headed back down stairs, he flicked on some of the lights that illuminated her cell. He walked into her room and sat down on the chair as she tried to look over at him. "Its nice to see you are awake" he said as he picked up the chair and moved it closer to her. "Oh and you can scream all you want, no one will ever hear you down here" he said with a chuckle.

He moved to her bed and adjusted the chain to give her some slack so she could sit up in her bed. "Now as to why your here" Scott said as he sat down in his chair. "I am here to get you clean and to help change your behavior into an acceptable woman" he said with a waive of his hand.

He smiled as she started to swear at him. He grinned letting her get it all out of her system.

As she finished he leaned forward in his chair "You will learn that you will never talk to me like that again" he said as he reached out and grabbed her face.

"Now are you hungry" he said as he stood up.

 

[tigerlilyxx]

She snarled at his words and then cursed at him.

"I don't need your fucking help. I don't want your fucking help. You stupid shit, let me the fuck out of here or I swear to fucking god you will regret it, asshole."

He didn't seem phased. Her mind raced. How long was he planning on keeping her? Despite her words and demeanor, she was terrified. This man could snap her in half if he wanted to. And she didn't know how he planned to "help" her, but something told her she wouldn't like it.

"You will learn that you will never talk to me like that again."

And then his hand reached out. She tried to move away from him, but he was too quick. Instead she just glared, her jaw set. His fingers were rough on her smooth skin. The calloused fingers of someone who used his hands a lot. And his grip was strong. It terrified her.

"No," she snarled. "I don't want jack shit from you."

If he was going to keep her there, she sure as hell wasn't going to make it easy. She lay back down in the bed and rolled to face the wall. She was done talking to him. She closed her eyes and prayed that when she opened them, she'd be back home.