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Sorry for the tardiness, ladies! And Happy May!! ^_^

Here's mine, its part six in this little stalker storyline and next week is going to be the final one!

It felt like someone was hammering nails into her skull.

Angel woke slowly. She felt groggy and disoriented, and the world was shimmering in and out of focus.

Just remaining awake was too much effort, and she was about to let herself tumble back into the quiet, peaceful darkness when something touched her.

She froze.

Panicked.

Someone was touching her.

She felt hands slide her pants down her legs, then reach for her panties.

Her eyes snapped open and she looked into Fox's dark eyes.

He paused. Smiled at her. The smile was evil, sinister, crazy, and yet intoxicating. Her gaze lingered on his lips. She loved those lips. She loved the feel of them pressed against hers. She loved the feel of them on her body.

She was sick. Fox had tricked her, she should hate him. Part of her did hate him, but another part of her was addicted to him.

"You're awake, my Angel." His hand tenderly cupped her cheek, then began to stroke her hair, moving it away from the sticky patch of blood on her temple.

"You hit me," she growled. "You've tied me up," she tugged irritably on her bound hands and ankles.

"You stabbed me and kept me chained up," he reminded her.

And he obviously intended to punish her for it. "What are you going to do with me?"

His hand left her head, leisurely trailing its way down her body to rest on her stomach. Low on her stomach.

"Whatever I want," he replied. "Tell me you're sorry."

She stared at him defiantly. She would never tell him that.

The blow came quickly. A hard slap to her face that sent her head snapped painfully to the side.

"Tell me you're sorry," Fox repeated.

"I'm not sorry," she told him.

She was prepared for the second blow so it hurt less. Still her thumping in her head was making it difficult to concentrate.

Fox leaned in so his face was mere millimetres from hers. He put his lips above her ear and whispered, "Sooner or later you will tell me you're sorry."

"If you only knew," she murmured back.

He pulled back confused.

She stabbed him.

Jane wrote: "Here's mine, its part six in this little stalker storyline and next week is going to be the final one!

It felt like someone was hammering nails into her skull.

Angel woke slowly. She felt groggy..."

Yay! She got him back once again! lol. Love it:)

His steps slowed as he reached the hallway that would lead him back to the break room. A place he didn’t need to go to. He still had his cold coffee sitting on his desk.

Call him a coward. Or an a**hole. Both descriptions fit him perfectly.

What was he doing? Why was he walking away, yet again?

Blowing out a frustrated breath, he turned around. She still sat at his desk, her head hanging down. He did that to her. He put the sadness there.

Why didn’t she storm out already? The second he walked away, he figured she would’ve, too. What did it mean that she was still sitting there?

Sinking into his chair, he grabbed his cold cup of coffee to help refrain from grabbing for her.

“I would never shoot you.”

Her head shot up.

“I don’t know why you think I would, but I would never do that.”

Her brows puckered, as if in contemplation.

“Walk me through the entire vision like we…” Used to do. He couldn’t even finish that sentence for some reason. The pain and sorrow in her eyes tore at his heart. “That’s if you’re up to it.”

“I am.” With that, she broke the vision down piece by piece.

Sometimes working through her visions helped to unveil the part they needed to solve a crime or find their perp or to save a victim. And sometimes it did nothing but further aggravate her that her vision was basically useless. Like, now. She couldn’t provide anything to point a finger at the victims or the bomber or even the area it would take place. It made him nervous.

Because her visions were never wrong.

“We’ll figure it out.”

“How? I’ve given nothing to help you whatsoever.”

He ached to reach out and touch her. To comfort her. “Because we have no choice. We can’t let innocent people get hurt. Something will come to you. I’ll try on my end as well.” He wasn’t sure where to start to locate Todd and Liana, but he wouldn’t leave it all on her shoulders to solve this.

She stood up. “If something else comes to mind, I’ll call you.”

“I’ll walk you out.” He scooted his chair back and stood up as well.

“That’s not necessary.”

“I insist.”

She threw him a puzzled look. He thought she was about to argue with him when she abruptly turned and started walking. He followed closely behind, longing to grasp her hand. To walk side by side. How would she react if he did it? Pull away? Pull him closer?

Less than a minute later, she stopped in front of her car. Turning towards him, she stumbled back. Not much space lingered between them. He didn’t mean to startle her, but he couldn’t seem to stop when she did. He was barely a breath away. The ache to close the distance was so strong he didn’t know how much longer he could control it.

“Isabella…”

“Can you move back, please?”

“And if I don’t?”

“What is this, Bo? What are you trying to do?” The pain he saw inside earlier evaporated right before his eyes. Now, anger stood in its place. “Always playing games. You never change.”

“What game am I playing?”

“I asked you to back up. Why do you insist on standing so close to me? To walk me to my car? Like you suddenly care about me.”

If you only knew. He couldn’t say that. He couldn’t say how he really felt about her. Even as badly as he wanted the words to escape, he couldn’t do it.

Perhaps he could show her, though.

His hand slid around her waist, pulling her flush against him as his mouth crashed down upon hers. She barely resisted as her arms wound around his neck. Tightening his embrace, he pushed her up against the car, wishing they weren’t in a public parking lot. Wishing he could truly show her how much he loved her.

The kiss went from frenzied to tender as his hands slid up her body and grasped her cheeks. Pulling away, he whispered against her lips, “I’ve never once played games with you.”

“What’s happening here then?”

“What always happens between us. I lo—” He froze in horror as her body went limp in his arms.

Sh*t! A vision.

Amanda wrote: "Yay! She got him back once again! lol. Love it:)"

Thanks! I already know how I'm gonna end this little story, looking forward to writing it next week!

Amanda wrote: "His steps slowed as he reached the hallway that would lead him back to the break room. A place he didn’t need to go to. He still had his cold coffee sitting on his desk.

Call him a coward. Or an a..."

Can't wait to see what happens next between Bo and Isabella!!

Okay, I fried my MagSafe charger and was laptopless (tee hee) for a bit but...

*SQUEE*

Look what I come back to!!

@Princess Jane: Ahh, I'm loving the power struggle and blurred predator/prey lines. Not that I'm a deviant or anything... ^_~

@Miss Amanda: Digging the instalove that only grows stronger with distance, ma'am! Really sweet!!

Annie wrote: "@Princess Jane: Ahh, I'm loving the power struggle and blurred predator/prey lines. Not that I'm a deviant or anything... ^_~"

I've really enjoyed writing Angel and Fox, can't wait to end their little story next week!

Annie wrote: "@Miss Amanda: Digging the instalove that only grows stronger with distance, ma'am! Really sweet!! "

Thank you! Me love instalove:)