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Simplicity

AUTHOR: Amanda J Frechin.
DISCLAIMER: The usual. I don't own the characters, but I own Amanda (sound familiar?) Dez, and Kelli.
FEEDBACK: To Amanda J Frechin

After they were settled and Diane had finished reaming him out for slipping back into being Denby, they were ready to relax and just enjoy being around each other. Diane crept up into Harry's arms and wrapped her own around his neck. He slipped his hands over her shoulders and then onto her neck, massaging the lingering stress out of the area and her body. Sadly, before they could get comfortable, there was a knock at the door. Diane groaned and slid off Harry. Finding her balance on her feet wasn't easy, for Harry was master at shifting reality and the rules of gravity and logic when he was around her. She opened the door.

"Diane, oh, God, can I come in?"

Diane's face froze in shock and behind her, she was sure Harry's did the same.

"Jill...uh, hi. Yeah, come in."

Jill rushed in the room as if plagued by demons. Diane caught a whiff of her perfume and under that, it was strange, but she thought she could smell fear. Diane closed the door and spun around.

"Denby....what the hell are you doing here?"

Diane cut over to where Jill stood defensively.

"He's my partner now, Jill. It turns out that he was under the whole time." Diane tired to make eye contact with her friend, but Jill was intent on glaring at Harry. "But you haven't told me why you are here...?"

Jill shifted a little, and Diane thought she was going to rummage through her bag to get something, or maybe some odd gesture of the sort, but Diane was surprised when Jill turned to face her, and Diane was now certain that there was fear flashing in her eyes.

"Don's been making threats Diane. To me, to the kids. I'm afraid...." Jill's eyes teared up and Diane caught her in a comforting hug. "I-I was hoping I could stay here for a while...maybe lay low-"

"That's not a good idea." Harry's voice cut in and it was incredibly harsh. "If Don is making threats and you suddenly disappear, he can only figure you've gone one place. Here."

"Harry...it's fine. He can't do anything." Diane implored him with her eyes to shut up.

He looked like he was going to say something more, but shut up.

It was after midnight and Jill was asleep. The kids were up with Jon for the night, and Denby was staying here with them to make sure nothing happened. But something was off with Denby. He kept fidgeting, looking at the door, checking the windows, and making sure everyone was armed. Though it bothered Diane, she let it go. It had to be just that he was worried.

She started a pot of earl grey tea, and flipped in Enya in the cd player. Diane desperately needed something that would calm her frazzled nerves. Harry came up behind her, kissing her neck. Diane felt all of the worry slip away. God, she loved this man...she would have to tell him sometime. Harry kept up his nuzzling, and Diane leaned back into him, embracing the intimacy.

A loud thud startled the two, and Diane wondered if it was Lucky, having followed them to her apartment and was next door, listening. She laughed a little, but she froze when she heard the click of a loaded gun behind her.

"Don't move. Denby, move away from the Detective."

"Don, don't."

"Shut up Jill! Jesus Christ..."

Diane felt Harry move away from her body stiffly. She longed her reach for her gun, but knew she'd be dead if her hand so much as twitched in that direction.

"Great, now, Harry, take her piece."

"Don..."

"Do it!"

She felt Harry's hand reach into her holster and withdraw the hand gun. Diane's back shivered as cat's claws ran up and down her spine.

"Give it to me."

The sound of metal slapping against skin echoed through the kitchen when Don caught her gun.

"Denby, I have one fucking question."

There was silence on Harry's end.

"Why the hell didn't you kill the bitch in the beginning like I hired you to?"

Diane's heart went from shocked to cold in a matter of milliseconds. She wished she had her gun desperately, if only to pound a slug into Denby's heart. The sound of Denby's voice filtered in to her incoherent ears.

"I didn't get a chance. See, the deal was that I was supposed to get close enough to her that no one would think it was me. Now, just because I fucked her once doesn't mean that anyone could believe without a doubt that I didn't kill her."

She heard Don sigh and true fear slipped inside of her. Was she going to die tonight?

"Well, you're gonna have to do it now."

"Give me her gun. We'll make it look like a suicide."

"With what motive?" Diane's voice held not a tremble of the fear that coursed through her veins. She heard Harry laugh.

"Why, you're underdeveloped emotions, my dear. After Bobby, your heart went into a sort of hibernation. And now, with me, you went crazy with love. I say something, anything, and you flip. I find your body the next morning, and I'm crazed with grief but eventually recover. End of story."

"Sit down."

Diane sat on a stool by the bar counter. Don or Denby, she didn't look to see who, slapped a piece of paper and a pen in front of her.

"Write a suicide note. Don't be too coherent."

Diane's shaky fingers picked up the pen and began to scrawl words onto the paper.

To whoever finds this-
I can't go on living with this pain in my heart. May Denby live in my memory and Bobby and Denby live forever in mine.
Diane Russell

As soon as Diane set the pen down, Don snatched it up, quick as the rat she had always thought he compared to.

"Not exactly a sonnet, but it'll do." Don's voice was a cruel sneer. "What are you waiting for Harry, kill the whore."

Diane turned to face Harry, looking into his eyes and making sure he would remember this until the day he died and possibly after. May his soul rot in hell. She vaguely heard Jill sob. Denby raised the gun to her forehead level, and she refused to squeeze her eyes shut.

Something hard made a connection with her head and she sunk to the floor.

Diane woke up in what had to be meer moments later to see Jill bound, gagged and...shot next to her. She tried to lift her arm, and found that there were no bindings to hinder her movement.

"She's awake Denby."

Denby slowly stood up and walked over to her. In his arms he carried a coil of rope. He leaned down to her and began to tie her up, but not before leaning over her ear.

"When I say so, run."

Diane's forehead crinkled in confusion. What was he doing?

Harry made sure Don couldn't see the hands that he was supposed to be tying up.

"Go."

His voice was loud enough for Don to hear, but she shot up from the floor and headed to the door. She could hear Harry behind her, and she yanked the door open and attempted to slam in it his face, but realized she didn't have time and just concentrated on running. Before she could stop herself, in the hallway, she slid into something that looked like a shimmery mirror, and for a moment, everything around her closed in, and she felt the sensation that cars were rushing past her while she stood still. Diane was flung out of the vortex or whatever it was, and slammed into the ground, just in time to feel Harry's body smack on top of hers.

Continued in Part 17.