Amanda's hands were shaking. Her heart was pounding like a drum in her chest and it vibrated throughout her entire body. Her impulses took over and she reached for her phone on the coffee table, trembling as she found her partner's number in her contacts. As the phone dialed and began to ring, Amanda quickly got up from her couch and approached her front door, leaning against it, locking the deadbolt.

"Hey, girl - you alright It's two o'clock in the morning," Fin answered, sounding as though his slumber had been interrupted-yet concerned about why his partner was calling him so late.

"Fin," Amanda began, trying to swallow the uneasiness in her tone of voice but failing. Fin immediately knew something wasn't right, "can you come over here?"

Amanda probably shouldn't have called him. She was just nervous, and Fin always managed to make her feel safe and protected when she was with him.