Chapter 2

AN: Be warned, I watch way to many Cop shows, so yes some of this may be hard to understand, but feel free to PM me with any questions about terms or situations. So this may be a shorter story, but I'm working on making it as long as I can. I'm also I've been MIA, college and Angelaires and stuff.

As Cammie walked back into her apartment, she saw that her rug had been moved a fraction of an inch. She knew someone was in her apartment. She took her pepper spray out of her purse and slowly entered her apartment. When someone grabbed her from behind, she couldn't scream.

"Did you tell them?"

"NO! I didn't let me go please. I didn't tell them anything."

"You'd better not have Morgan." They left. Cammie felt like screaming. This had been going on for eighteen years. It had stopped when the investigation closed. Every once in a while she would get a letter, or a voicemail saying not to tell anyone. Now that those stupid detectives had decided to reopen the case, she was in danger again. The first time had been when she was five. She had been playing with her princess dolls in the backyard, and she hadn't heard him come up behind her.

"Cammie, I know you heard Zach screaming last night. You can't tell anyone." She was to scared to turn around. She nodded.

"Good girl Cammie. If you tell anyone, I'll take you away from you mom and dad okay?" She heard him leave. She was terrified. She had run inside, dolls forgotten. Her dad had held her, and gotten her dolls from the backyard. Cammie had insisted on playing inside. Her parents wrote it off as Cammie's imagination.

Cammie shuddered. She wanted to tell someone about this creep who had been following her, but she didn't want to get hurt. She didn't feel safe in her own apartment. She had to tell someone

"Mr. Abrams, did you know Zachary Goode?"

"Yea I knew him. He was a cute kid. Why? Wasn't he declared missing?"

"Yes. Eighteen years ago."

"So why are you questioning me about him now?"

"We ask the questions here Mr. Abrams." Detective Cameron was getting really tired of this guy's devil-may-care attitude. She stormed out of the room. She was done. She walked into the presinct.

"Don't like him?" Detective Solomon asked, laughing.

"No, but we have nothing to hold him on. We have to let him go."

"So then let him go."

"Can we at least put someone on him? To follow him."

"Sure, Abby go for it." Detective Cameron thanked her lucky star that he had agreed to that.

"Thanks Joe." He looked at her quizzically. Just then, Cammie came bursting into the presinct.

"Cammie, what's the matter?" Joe asked, turning around and standing.

"I didn't tell you the whole truth."

"What do you mean Cammie?" Abby asked.

"When you were questioning me earlier, I wasn't enritely truthful. After Zach disappeared, I started reciving letters and visits. I don't know who from. I just know I was scared to go outside for a long time. Now that Zach's case has been reopened…." She drifted off. Detective Solomon sat her down, and Detective Cameron fetched her some water.

"Cammie, what now that Zach's case has been reopened?" Joe asked. She looked up at him.

"He's back."