Hello, all! This is my first Stitchers fanfic so any and all comments, suggestions, and/or constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated! All rights go to ABC Family :)

Cameron Goodkin heaved a sigh when his call, once again, reached the voicemail of Kirsten Clark. The stitch that morning had left her a little shaken afterward, whether she verbalized it or not, and Cameron could tell. But despite his many offers of going back to his place and ordering takeout for lunch, Kirsten insisted she was fine and asked him to drop her off at her house to rest until the refractory period was up. He reluctantly agreed and as they pulled up to her house, he told her to call him if she needed anything, to which she nodded and thanked him for the ride before walking up to her front door.

So four hours later when Kirsten hadn't called or texted him, Cameron knew, logically, that meant she was fine and didn't need anything. But that didn't mean that he couldn't call and check on her. You know, just to make sure. He was sure though that four phone calls, along with almost double the amount of text messages, should have caught the attention of his blonde-headed partner by now. When at first he thought she may just be getting back at him for not answering either of her phone calls just the day before,

- he and Linus were in the middle of a very heated kill streak on his newest video game, setting a new record, but then called her back after to apologize.. and totally gloat over their achievement -

he then started to feel the nervous fluttering in his stomach that he often felt when it came to Kirsten. Knowing that the feeling wouldn't go away until he heard her voice or saw her face, Cameron picked up his car keys off the kitchen island and headed for his front door, dialing the blonde's phone number one more time on his way out.

"Kirsten, open up it's me!" Cameron yelled through the front door of her house. He'd been knocking for a couple minutes and got the same answer he got from his calls and texts: Nothing. He was starting to get frustrated, and that fluttering feeling was becoming more noticeable.

He decided to try the doorknob, knowing surely it would be loc-

His thought was interrupted by the turning of the knob and opening of the front door. Cameron internally swore and mumbled to himself about always having to remind her to lock the door. Looks like he'll have to remind her to lock it. Again.

As he entered the house and scanned the front room and dining room, he didn't see his partner or her roommate. He did, however, notice Kirsten's phone sitting on the coffee table with all his calls and texts left unseen. He also noticed the music drifting into the living room from down the hallway.

"Kirsten? Camille?" Cameron yelled out. After neither girl came out to greet him, he decided to find the source of the music.

As Cameron made his way through the front room and down the hallway, the music got louder and easier to recognize. And it made him stop once he did.

"Skrillex?" he mumbled out loud to himself, in awe and bewilderment when he heard it coming from Kirsten's room. Cameron admitted he didn't really know what types of music Kirsten liked to listen to, but this heavily electronic, super-based song wouldn't be on his list of "Kirsten's Jams".

Coming over his slight shock, he continued down to the end of the hallway where Kirsten's door wasn't quite closed. He could see her bed, that looked like it hadn't been rested in since that morning, but didn't see his blonde counterpart. Feeling slightly intrusive, but needing to see her okay in person, Cameron pushed Kirsten's bedroom door open the rest of the way to reveal a sight he'd never seen before.

Before him, Kirsten was standing at the opposite end of the room rifling through the clothes in her closet, dressed in only a towel. And she was bobbing her head and swaying her hips from side to side along with the beat of the music. It was quite a site to see. Cameron found himself watching her for a moment in this state. And Kirsten was right, it was intoxicating. But he quickly berated himself for intruding and now felt very self-conscious for being there.

Trying to think of what to do to get Kirsten's attention, Cameron decided on clearing his throat loudly to be heard over the music. He immediately regretted his decision.

Kirsten had been drowning out her thoughts with the loud, remixed music. She found she liked the type of music that was played at the rave that she and the rest of the Stitchers team had gone to as part of the investigation into their second stitch. So she found more music with the same type of feel and would play it to help calm her thoughts after particularly rough stitches. It helped to clear her mind and calm her down.

Kirsten had had it playing since Cameron dropped her off after the stitch. And after a long and calming shower, she was in her room searching for clothes to change into to go back to the lab. She was dancing along to the music when she heard a deep cough behind her.

Kirsten spun around, flailing her hands out in surprise and hit the frame of her closet with her left hand.

"Ah!" she cried out, clutching her hand to her chest. She turned to see Cameron standing awkwardly in her doorway, concern etched on his face as he started toward her.

"Hey, Stretch, you okay?" he asked, coming over to examine her hand. Kirsten, however, cut him off mid-stride.

"Cameron! What are you doing here?" she asked, suddenly very aware that she was in just a towel in front of him. But there was nothing to cover her or hide behind so she settled on crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at him expectantly.

"Uh- well, I uh- uh.." he stammered, looking around the room to avoid staring at her in that towel. Kirsten walked over to her dresser to turn the music off.

"I came by to check on you. You know, because I hadn't heard from you and.." he rambled on.

"Because I didn't need anything. That's what you said: 'Call me if you need anything'. And I don't, so I didn't" she explained, matter-of-factly. "And don't you know how to knock?" she added.

Cameron looked at her then. "Uh.. I did" he deadpanned. "And called and texted. So when you didn't answer any of my five calls or eight texts, I got a little concerned. So I came to make sure you were okay."

"Five calls? Eight texts?" Kirsten asked with her eyebrows raised.

"Skrillex?" Cameron countered with his own arched eyebrow.

Kirsten rolled her eyes. "It helps clear my head. And I like the beat" she added with a smirk.

Cameron gave his own little smile as he shook his head. "Just make sure you keep your phone on you next time, huh?"

"Sure, mom. Anything else?" she replied like a bored teenager.

Cameron rolled his eyes and turned to walk out of her room and wait for her to get changed.

"Yeah," he said over his shoulder and yelled from the hall, "Learn to lock your front door, young lady!"

So kind of a slow start, but I'm still getting the hang of things. But do not fear, for I have ideas of more exciting and action-packed chapters to come! Like I said, any and all comments/suggestions/constructive criticism is welcome! I'd also like to hear what you guys would like to read and I'll try to incorporate that into my writing. Until next time :)