*ADDICTED*{A Criss Angel Fanfic.}

~15~

After another couple of weeks of thinking very hard about going back to work, Criss finally decided to give it a try, but he promised Kc that he would take it slow and easy and instead of doing three shows every day he would only do one show in the afternoons, and maybe do a little magic in the lobby for tourists, just to see if he could handle it without stressing out and going into a panic attack. Felix and Rose both were extremely happy just to get him back into the casino because as soon as the guests saw his face the crowds started pouring back into the building just wanting to stay there in that casino on the off chance of catching a slight glimpse of him. 

John Farrell and Banachek stuck by his side almost every minute just to make sure the crowds didn't get too excited and rush him, with them both there to keep them from suffocating him into a panic attack. Criss was pissed off at himself for letting himself get that way, especially when he went to change his clothes and he saw all the puncture holes in his arms, for the first time in his life he was actually not only disgusted with himself, but he was disappointed in himself and quite ashamed. Even though Kc and his family told him all the time that he should be proud of himself instead because he had the addiction and fought it off and won the battle.

Criss has now been working and getting his life back to normal without having so much as one panic attack or burst of self-pity or loss. He was proud of himself now for getting over his weakness and no longer craving anything but his sweet Bess that was always waiting for him when he got home. His mom was always asking him if and when he was going to ask Kc to marry him because she knew he was in love with her...again just like he was before he became famous. But Criss was honestly not sure if Kc would even go for it with him, always being insecure of him cheating on her or dumping her for someone else. But what she didn't know was that after losing Shelly and Sammy, it did change him, all he wanted was a family to love and for them to love him, and give them the promise that he would never make the same mistakes again. He would never put his wife and child second to his job...that his job was always second.

Dimitra was now secure enough that her son was going to be just fine and he was in the best hands with Kc, so she had JD and Rachel come back from Long Island to pick her up so she could go home and stop fussing with her little boy so he could get back on his own two feet without his silly mom wanting to wipe his runny nose for him as she would humorously put it, she kissed and hugged them both as she told them that she would see them later, and just as soon as JD came to get her they were gone, because they had to get back so Rachel could get back to her job as the head nurse at the hospital her father owned in New York. Plus young Dimi was babysitting her new sister Hayley, and they needed to get back home to be with them.

Criss went into the bedroom where Kc was folding her laundry and putting her other clothes on hangers to put them in the closet when Criss snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around her and fell on top of her on the bed and clean clothes. Kc tried pushing him off telling him that he was wrinkling her dress...but he giggled playfully and unzipped her dress and watched as it slid off her body onto the floor at his feet. Kc told him for as adorable as he was, this was totally not happening because she was tired and still had a lot of chores to do before bedtime. Criss just kept smiling at her as he pushed the laundry basket off the bed and crawled further up on her and removed his clothes.

After the short wrestling match they had it was safe to say that Kc lost the match. But for being the loser, she sure got the best part of the deal, because she didn't have to do any of the work, all she had to do was lay there and let him get his jollies, then maybe he would pass out and let her finish her chores before he woke up to pester her some more. But she was just happy that Criss was over his loss of his wife and son, even though he still thought of them it didn't hurt him anymore, because he knew deep down that they would have wanted him to find love again and live for them, and he was sure that they both would have approved and loved Kc almost as much as he did.

Criss finally finished his little romantic moment, and fell asleep wrapped around her like a human blanket that was rather difficult for her to unwrap herself out of, but when she did she just replaced herself with her body pillow for him to snuggle with so she could get her work done. Plus in another hour or so she would have to find something for dinner...but after all her hard work and Criss's hard snoring, she plopped tiredly into the chair and grabbed her phone and dialed takeout, because she was way too exhausted to cook for an hour or so in front of that hot ass stove. As soon as the food got there she placed it on two plates and tossed the carryout boxes and poured some red wine into two glasses and called up to Criss and told him to get his sexy ass out of bed that dinner was ready, and she didn't want it to get cold.