This is my version of what happens after the FBI agent tells Lindsey Boxer about the Kiss Me Not Killer being after her. Pairings is to be voted on, other then that enjoy my madness!

A/N I haven't decided to make this a femslash or not. Any opinions? I considered having her call Cindy but decided to leave the door open for a bit. I know it might be a little out of character for Inspector Boxer so I will only continue it if you guys like it. I just want to mention two things... not to pat myself on the back, but as any respective writer will know, the present tense is HARD. So I am apologizing ahead of time for any random tense changes. I have stuck a few in there on purpose, but for the most part it's an accident. Feel free to correct me at any time. The other thing that i'm finding difficult is writing in the I form because it limits how much detail I can go into (since we don't know other people's views and opinions.) On One side this is good because then you can use your imagination, and on the other side this is bad because it may leave some gaps. Ah well... I wanted to try something a little different then usual, so please try to break it me gently when you wish to tell me that I am failing miserably!!

Disclaimer: Angie has decided that boys are stupid and that girls are the way to go... good thing too, considering the fact that no lesbian can resist her. haha no, she still belongs to her pimp James Patterson, along with any other characters taken from the Women's Murder Club show. The rest are mine, although they tend to wander off occasionally (dammit bob, how many times have I told you to stay in the story and out of my underwear drawer...no you may not watch!!)

"We think you are next"

The words press into me like a heavy iron blanket. A smooth round ball of lead appears and lands in my stomach with a thud so loud I swear that even the FBI agent can hear it. Or maybe that's my heart thudding?

thud, thud, thud

yes, definitely my heart. I search the FBI agent's face for more details while desperately trying on control my own. I'm too tired for this; I'm too tired of everything. He offers no more information; merely a glance mixed with his condolences and what I swear is a smirk of "you're screwed." You bet your ass I'm screwed. I've been searching for this bastard for 5 years and now he decides to show his face? Or will he be showing his face to my dead one? No… I can't think like this.

"Nothing else you can tell me?" oh god, please tell me something!

"Sorry Inspector, we will be assigning an agent to trail you, but other then that there isn't much we can do." Bastard. 10 bucks says he is withholding information. I should kick his ass, but that would involve moving, and currently moving is not an option- in less I am moving downwards. Which is funny because that's exactly what I'm doing. I'm crumpling to the ground like a rag doll, too exhausted to hold myself up. The FBI agent stands there, obviously uncomfortable

"uhh anyone I can call to come over?"

I wave him away wishing desperately to be alone. I can hear Martha on the other side of the door whining for me to let her out. My poor dog, I'm not following the pattern she had been so accustom too. I'm suppose to jingle my keys, insert them in the lock then brace myself for a fury of dirty paws and a wagging tail- not sit outside my door at nearly 1am in the morning. But that's exactly what I'm doing. Sitting. And not just sitting, I'm crying too… Oh god I'm crying in front of an FBI agent who is here to tell me that the Kiss Me Not is out to get me. .. oh god.

I don't understand why the FBI agent hasn't taken the hint and made himself scarce, but I might as well take advantage of him, since I'm currently incapable of handling anything. I silently, with shaky hands, give the keys to him and motion to the door. He takes a hint and inserts the key in the lock. Unfortunately the poor FBI agent has not had the years I have when it comes to bracing oneself against Martha. Martha bursts through the door like a race horse out of a gate, near knocking down the agent. She runs strait past me and into the yard before realizing that something is missing. Me, I am missing, and if the Kiss Me Not has his way I could be missing for a long time.

In any event, Martha immediately high tails it back to where I'm sitting and decides to sit with me. I'm grateful for her comfort, but it is little condolences to the thought that I am now being stalked by a serial killer.

"So I guess I will leave you now… good luck Inspector Boxer" the FBI agent tips his head and walks diligently back to his car. He doesn't look back and I don't look for him too.

I am on my own now, and if I stay out on my porch crying like an idiot I might as well write KILL ME on my forehead. So I stand up with Martha by my side and walk into the dark lonely house. I always leave a back light on for Martha, so when I walk into the house my first thought is that the back light must have burnt out, but I guess a smarter first thought would have been TRAP….