Stockholm Syndrome (Tokio Hotel/Bill Kaulitz Fanfiction)

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Bill had not stayed for tea when she'd ask him to, but odd enough Izzy had actually taken advice from Brenda the housekeeper and while she had a little snack a couple days afterwards she picked up the phone in her hands and looked for that wrinkled piece of paper where detective Dempsey had written down the phone numbers, she didn't exactly know why was she doing it, but she felt like talking to him.

He picked up soon after a couple of rings and then was surprised to hear her voice, he was working on paperwork for another case; he leaned back on his chair and heard her talk.

"I am working on another case right now...I..." Bill wondered how he could say no to the girl. He couldn't really do that.

Bill ended up getting laughed at by his brother as he left the station later that day.

"Of course, leaving early for Miss Future Sissy-in-law!" Tom said amused.

"You're not getting an island for your birthday, I'm not into her." Bill told him.

"Oh, but you're fixing the collar of your shirt, you can't lie to me." Tom's face lightened up with a side smile.

"No. I can't." Bill walked away.

It was already dark when he parked outside the house. He cursed under his breath. This was an awful idea, he knew it. But he still wanted to be there...

The door opened showing the girl herself; she was holding the small puppy in her left arm as she stepped back for him to walk in.

"Poh's got the day off." She announced. "Actually I'm going to be alone in here for a while, glad you made it..." Bill nodded.

"Have you thought of...?" She closed the door and put the small dog on the floor.

"I got the stitches off. I hear it's going to scar pretty badly..." She announced. "Brenda is leaving for the weekend and Ashton's taken the Saturday off, so he already left."

"Elizabeth-"

"Izzy." She interrupted.

"Izzy, why did you call me?" Bill asked her, still uncertain of what he was doing there.

"Just because." Izzy was honest. "I like to see your face, its kind." She admitted with a deep blush in her cheeks and her eyes on his brown ones.

There was music on the background, the beat of the song playing at that moment made Bill frown, he forgot what he was going to say and he asked about it instead.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"I can finally move! I had to dance..." She admitted with the blush still present in her face. "Why?"

"Aren't you like...ten years too young to know this song?" Bill asked her as he followed her into the little room next to the living room, a room he had never seen before. There was a television and softer sofas than the ones in the contiguous room.

"You think?" She smiled up at him with a narrowed eye and a raised brow.

"Murder on the dance floor?" Bill nodded.

She restarted the song and danced around him for a few seconds as he considered once again what he was doing there right then.

"Hey, it is no fun if you don't move." She told him. "Loosen up, you're not a detective now and I am not a victim either." She grabbed his hands and waved them around to get him into doing something else than standing there motionless.

"I insist; you're too young to like this song." He said to the teenager in front of him.

"Come on, just do something!" She stopped right in front of him. "Alright, what's your song?"

"I don't have a song." Bill replied, he couldn't really remember the last time he had time to sit down and listen to music. No, he did it sometimes but he would usually have something in his mind that would make him forget what he was listening to.

"We all have a song. Today we'll find yours!" She picked up her iPod from the table and threw herself on one of the sofas. "But please, sit with me!" She patted the spot next to her and he sat down. "If you'd like, I could hang the coat by the entrance."

"I'm good." He said. "What are you doing?" He looked at the girl's playlist at the same time she looked for something that could go well with what she pictured his personality would fit. "Seriously?" She put her finger on Like a G6 and bit on her lip as their eyes met. She chuckled.

"Alright, maybe that's not it..."

After a few minutes and a couple of songs Bill had forgotten how old he was and how old she was, he was sitting more relaxed on the sofa staring at the small iPod screen with his chin over Izzy's head as they leaned on each other without realizing. She looked up at his face every now and then while they shared stories that would come up as they went through her music library.

"Ducks say quack and fish go blub, and the seal goes ...OW OW OW..." She sang loudly.

"No, you don't have that song in there..." Bill laughed and she laughed with him.

"Don't doubt me, mister!" She said with her head almost on his lap, she didn't remember the last time she had been so comfortable with a guy before. She had never actually been, but this didn't occur to her until Brenda knocked on the door and announced that she was leaving just then.

"Would you like to close the door, Elly?"

"Yes, of course."

Both the girl and the man got up from the sofa and she went to say goodbye to the woman at the door before picking up the keys and locking up before turning to Bill.

"I don't remember the last time I was alone in this house."

"Yeah, must be creepy." Bill didn't know what else to say. She shrugged.

"Hey, are you by chance dating that detective...Dempsey?" Bill smiled a bright smile and shook his head.

"You've got the wrong twin." The girl's mouth formed an O shape to that answer.

"Tom? Seriously?" Her nose wrinkled. "Wow, they seem so...different."

"They're not." Bill told her.

"Are you hungry? I'm hungry. And I owe you a cup of tea or coffee." Bill walked behind her to the kitchen. "...and a night on my couch."

"No, I-it was nothing." Bill said. "Have you thought of what I said? You know, about going back there."

"Benji is a Toy Poodle, you know? They're a very small breed." Izzy said in an attempt at avoiding the topic.

"It could be good for you, if you're getting treatment maybe you should ask your therapist." Bill suggested, ignoring her.

"Come Benji! Where are you, boy?" She turned towards the big house and leaned down as she kept walking, clapping her hands and calling out the name of the small dog.

"Izzy, are you listening?" Bill followed her.

"Yes, I am. And I'm looking for my dog too." She turned to him only for a second. "Benji!"

"Could we forget about the dog for a second?" Bill felt the weight of his age at that moment; she was running away from the conversation as any teenager would. "Can I drive you to Linn Street?"

"God, where's the dog?" She ignored him as much as he had ignored her. She walked to the glass doors that led to the garden and Bill had to run behind her to stop her from opening them. He looked down at her with a stern expression on his face.

"Forget about the fucking dog!" Bill said. She froze in place as her eyes stared up at him. "Do you have any idea how much we need that name? Do you? If you want to live your life near that bastard who abused you for years, fine! Be my guest! But you know what? I am not gonna let that son of a bitch get away with all of what he's done, because you were the only lucky one to make it alive, and I need a name now!" Bill finished his rant as she avoided his gaze. She was biting on her bottom lip and trying to contain the tears, he had been a little too angry and a little too loud both of which brought her back to her time with Mark. The yelling, the complaints, the recriminations...the hitting. "Elizabeth!"

She hid her face away from him as he breathed in waiting for her to respond, to do something, but he watched her as she stood still and lost in her little world with her eyes shut closed.

She waited for it, but that what she was waiting for never happened. She jumped startled when Bill's hand was put on her shoulder. He frowned and then realized what had just happened when his eyes finally caught a glimpse of hers. She was scared. More than she would admit.

"Do you think I would...hit you?" He asked her and searched very shortly for an answer in her face, she had tears running down her cheeks and it was that moment when he understood exactly what he was asking her to do. What he had pushed her to by talking to her in the middle of his frustration. "Izzy... don't you see?"

"I can't." She replied. "I can't go. I want to help, I swear, but I can't." She replied with her voice hoarse from the tears. She cleaned her cheek with her forearm, getting her sleeve wet.

"Elizabeth... I need your help." Bill tried to sound calmed and he did, she felt that deep pressure on her chest squeezing and bubbling up with pain when she thought of the horrible time in that wooden floor. "I know it's too much to ask..." He said and just by looking at the way she was standing in front of him, with her arms holding her middle tightly, he knew she couldn't do it.

Bill sighed and walked to the couch in the living room a few feet away. It took her a while but she finally decided to move; taking one step forward and then another one.

"You don't have to this, I'm sorry." Bill put his head between his hands as his elbows rested on his knees. "I shouldn't have asked."

Elizabeth couldn't help it. She sat down next to him and wrapped her arms around his middle, startling him now. Her head was leaning on his side as he decided to wrap his own arms around her too; he put one arm behind her back and the other wrapped to her front. Now her head was leaning on his chest.

"I'm sorry. I will remember soon." She assured him. "I will."

Bill didn't reply; he didn't know how to answer to her. So he just held her as she did the same to him.


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