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I've been at it a week. I can't help myself. There is just something about her that intrigues me. It drew me in and has had me hooked for the past week. This is all I can do to satisfy this new need, this new hunger. She's the drug that my body demands and it is the only drug I will allow my body to give into. It's not really doing any damage to anyone, so why not enjoy myself a little.

I hide in the shadows, knowing that I could easily be recognized because of the location that I'm in. I do work in the area, but I can't let myself be seen, not by any one I know. So I keep myself in a secluded area, not that there is anyone around right now. The sky is darkening, making it easier to keep myself somewhat hidden, I would be wearing a hood if it weren't for the fact that it is summer and wearing a jacket might just draw more attention than keeping it away.

I'm across the street from where she works, waiting for her to leave. Her shift should be over by now. Any second now she could walk out of that door. I've been waiting for about twenty minutes, but I don't mind. I didn't want to risk missing her, so I may have come a little earlier than necessary, but I couldn't help myself. My body is anxious with excitement. Just knowing that I will be able to see her in only a matter of minutes produces a smile that I'm struggling to stifle.

She walks out and my body snaps to attention, focused solely on the woman that has just emerged from the building. Her hair is down, falling past her shoulders. She's carrying her bag on her shoulder, leaning slightly in the other direction so it doesn't slip off. She's wearing jeans and a tank top, which she seems to be her style, seeing as she has come out in jeans and a tank top or t-shirt for the past week. Her head is lowered slightly and she looks tired, must have been a stressful day, but she doesn't seem at all discouraged, just tired.

I hadn't noticed that my feet were moving, but as she moved, so did I. I kept the distance between us, not wanting to get caught, but I continue on the same path as her. My eyes are trained on the back of her head, watching its subtle bounce as she walks. She doesn't walk to The Penny like she has the past couple nights, she continues down the road, unaware that she is being followed. She makes it to her building and lets herself in as I slowly approach the spot I have become familiar with. Her light switches on as I settle myself against a tree across the street, looking up at the window where the light has just appeared.

I can see her silhouette through the thin curtains, as she moves around her condo. This is when my brain kicks in and I realize what I am doing. Out on the streets I arrest people who do this and yet here I am, doing it. I just followed her home and am now watching her through her window. I get up and start walking away as I mentally kick myself for what I have just done, what I just did for the seventh night in a row. I am disgusted with myself, yet I am fighting the urge to go back and wait until her lights go out.

I am a stalker. I have been doing this same routine for the past week and it has taken me this long for it to finally kick in, for me to finally admit to myself what I was ashamed to before, but it is clearly evident, I'm a stalker. I've been trying to play it off, thinking that I'm not like the other guys that I've arrested in my time as an officer, telling myself that what I am doing is nothing like what they do, but it is the same, and yet I don't feel as ashamed as I should. I have become somewhat obsessed with this woman and I haven't even properly met her, but the time is coming soon.

It started out innocently, just wanting to get to know a colleague a little better, although we aren't working together quite yet, but after that first night, I couldn't help myself. I came back the next night and then the next. Half way through the week I showed up in the morning, ready to follow her to work and I've been continuing that up until now. I follow her to work, work on building a tight case against my subject, and then I follow her after work, whether she goes to The Penny or straight home, I'm there, waiting to follow her through the streets of Toronto. I would never have been occupying my time following her if she hadn't made me lose my footing when I met her. Since then, I've been intrigued and interested, wanting to know more about this woman, and until I can officially meet her, I will have to settle for stalking. Well, it's either stalking or nothing, and after only one week, I know I will choose stalking.

I'm sitting there, trying to make a deal with one of my guys, when the door slams open and in comes a cop, pointing her gun straight at us. Luckily for me, she's new. You can always tell when they're new. Just by the look on her face when the door swung open you could tell, she obviously wasn't confident in herself enough to even think the door would actually open, and that was basic, something that you become comfortable with within the first week on the job.

She may have a gun pointed at us, but she's not going to actually use it. I stand up, pocket the cash, and turn to leave. I can hear her trying to form words that just aren't coming. I turn back around reaching in to grab my guy before running down the fire escape. She makes it out onto the landing and yells, "I said don't move!" I can't help but question, "Or what?" She's obviously not going to shoot; I guess we'll find out what she does next.

My guy and I make it into a little spot in the alley, which isn't really that hidden if someone comes looking and unfortunately for us she did. She whipped around the corner, gun drawn, once again. I can't go backwards because there's a concrete wall, there's another wall to the side and a fence on the other side, she's blocking the only way out. She eyes us carefully and tells us to put our hands against the fence. With nowhere else to go, I do as I'm told, waiting for an opportunity to make a move. She watches us hesitantly before holstering her gun, the opportunity presents itself and I take it. As she was moving towards my friend I slip behind her and start running.

I'm having trouble keeping myself up, giving her just what she needs to tackle me to the ground. I land on my back, painfully I might add, as she lands hovering over me. She places a knee firmly on my abdomen and turns back to my guy, yelling at him to stay by the fence, he's too afraid to do anything other than what she says and he steps back toward the fence.

"You don't want to do this." I warn her.

"Shut up." She grabs my sleeve and yanks my arm as her other hand pushes my side. "Turn over."

I'm lying on my stomach, face pressing into the pavement as she's slapping handcuffs on me. I need to get myself out of this. "I'm serious. You gotta trust me here okay?"

She's too fed up to hear me out. "No I'm serious, just shut up. Resisting arrest, fleeing the scene…" She pats me down, reaching into my back pocket and pulling out the packet of drugs. "Huh. Possession…good." She sounds pleased with herself. She starts to turn me over again, patting down my front pockets. "Where's the gun? Huh?"

I look at her, hoping she'll understand what I'm trying to get across to her. "I don't have a gun, I'm on the job."

"Not anymore. Get up. Come on, get up."

She's not being very gentle, although I guess I don't blame her, I have caused her a little bit of trouble, but she's gonna cause me a ton if I don't get away. "Ow, that hurts."

"Let's go."

As she's pulling me back over to the fence, I'm looking around, looking for a way out of here, trying to find someone I know that knows what I'm actually doing, but there isn't anyone. She slams me into the fence, quite forcefully. "Okay. Okay. Thank you."

Although she may be pumped up on adrenaline right now, she's still nervous. Instead of just undoing the cuff around my right wrist and turning them to cuff my friends wrist, she undoes the left first and then the right, completely freeing me before she starts moving to put one back around my left wrist. Those couple seconds are all I have, so I take them. I start sprinting back out toward the road, this time completely confident in what I am doing. No stumbling, no squeezing past her, just turning past the fence and sprinting.

I can hear metal clinking together; she probably took the time to cuff my friend to the fence before sprinting after me, fortunately for me, because she's fast. I turn down another ally just barely making it behind a trash can as she sprints passed; unsure on where I ran to. I wait until she retreats back to the fence, collecting my friend and walking back towards the building, before I step out and walk in the opposite direction.

The rest of that day the only thing I could think about was that cop. There was something about her that I was drawn to. She was stunning to look at, but there was something inside her, something that was unique to her, something that nobody could take away, something that made me want to know her, to want to get to know her. I couldn't keep myself from thinking about her, every thought led back to something about her. I had to find out more. I figured she was a rookie, most likely from 15 Division considering where I had been when she showed up, it was their area, and her last name was McNally.

I was lucky that I wasn't taken in that day. It could have ruined the past eight months of my life, but luckily for me I didn't have to worry about that. One more week before I had enough to take down Anton Hill. One more week before I could go back to living my life. One more week before I was Sam Swarek again. One more week before I could officially meet this new rookie, Officer McNally.

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