A/N: To all of you who have commented on the creepy-ness; That is AWESOME! Glad it's creepy, it's supposed to be ;)

Hope you'll like this chapter as well, there will be McSwareky goodness further along, I promise! (starting next chapter^^)

CHAPTER 4

Jerry had just stared at him like he was crazy when Sam had approached him with the notes. He had then pointed out that his handwriting was nothing near as nice as that on the cards. Sam had tried to push it by saying that Jerry had probably had Nash write them for him, but then Jerry had pointed out that she had been just as surprised as Sam had been, and that she really wasn't that good an actor. Sam had no choice but to accept the fact that it wasn't Jerry that had pranked him.

Defeated, he walked back over to the desk where Peck was writing up the rapport on the public nuisance.

"What's crawled up your ass and died?" She asked looking up from her pile of forms as he slumped down into the chair next to her. She seemed to have said it without thinking because she sank in her chair somewhat when her face showed the realization of who she had been speaking to.

"Nothing is up my ass." He said with a somewhat disgusted frown.

"I meant, what's the matter?" She said nervously.

"Nothing." He said sternly grabbing the form on the top of her pile to see how she was getting along. He pretended to study it while not really paying any attention to what was written.

"Okay." She breathed uncomfortably.

Finally bored with reading the title of the form for the tenth time, he handed it back to her and leaned back in his chair turning back and forth while staring up at the ceiling. It was going to be a long week until McNally would come back, and he hoped more than anything that he wouldn't have to be partnered with Epstein again.

The last time he had ridden with Epstein, he'd had a headache within 10 minutes and had ended his day with way too many drinks at the Penny in order to get rid of the sound of Epstein's voice which had been burnt into his brain.

He wondered how McNally was doing, and if she was a quick healer. He hoped she'd be back in only a couple of days. Maybe he should call and check up on her? Yes, he definitely should. From what little he had registered on the form, Peck had the paper work under control so it shouldn't be a problem if he slipped away for a little while.

He stopped his rhythmic turning of the chair and looked over at her.

"I'm going to the bathroom." He announced as he got up from his seat.

"Say hi to McNally for me." Peck said not looking up from the papers.

Sam stared at the back of her blonde head in disbelief. How did she know? Was he that obvious? He decided against commenting on her statement and just left to make the call.

"Sam?" She sounded surprised that he was calling.

"Hey." He said suddenly not as confident that he should have called her after all.

"How's work?" She asked when they had been silent for a while. Thinking about her allergy to silence made him smile and he decided to torture her a little longer. "Sam? Are you there?"

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Then why aren't you saying anything? Do you miss hearing my voice?" She joked.

"You wish." He said sarcastically though the truth was that she couldn't have been more on point.

"Then why are you calling? Has something happened? Is everyone okay?" Worry was creeping into her voice and it was increasing with each question.

"Nothing's happened." He reassured her and decided to stop playing games and ask what he had wanted to ask. "How is your knee?"

"Oh, you're worried about me, officer Swarek?" She questioned jokingly, while at the same time sounding touched, which brought yet another smile to his face.

"Well, I got partnered with Peck today which is okay, but you've got to get back soon. I don't want to be paired with Epstein again." He said dully. Why did he have to do that? Why couldn't he just have said a simple; 'yes, I am worried about you' He cursed himself for being a chicken.

"Oh." She sounded slightly disappointed. "It's a lot better. I can almost walk on it today." She said after a small pause.

"Good."

"Yeah…"

They both fell silent.

"Anything else?" Andy asked bringing Sam back from having gotten lost just listening to her breathing.

"What? No. Or…" He thought about telling her about the notes and the absurd bunny, but wasn't sure if he should. "No, nothing else."

"Okay, see you soon." She said. He could tell she had a smile on her face by the sound of her voice.

"See you." He hung up with a smile until it dawned on him that he wasn't supposed to feel this way about her. He forced the smile off his face and shoved the feelings down in to one of the many emotional compartments he had made for himself before walking back into the barn and back to where Peck was sitting, still filling out forms.

"How was she?" Peck asked him as he sat down

"Better." He said grabbing some of her already filled out forms to go through them. Properly this time.

Sam arrived home in the early evening, having left the Penny after only one drink. For reasons unknown to him he hadn't been in the mood for drinking, which rarely happened. He'd gotten a few comments from Shaw and Williams about being a light-weight, but instead of giving them some snappy remark as he usually would have, he had just waved his hand dismissively and walked away.

He wasn't completely sure why, but he was exhausted. He figured that it might be from all the thinking he had been doing and told himself that maybe he had been spending too much time with McNally and that her over thinking had probably rubbed off on him.

He rubbed his eyes as he walked through his living room in the direction of his bedroom and was about to flop down on the bed when he noticed a square white piece of paper on the floor. He frowned and went over to pick it up. There was writing on the opposite side so he flipped it over.

It was the same writing that had been on the two notes from earlier.

I need you to do it to me again.

Do what? To who? He had no idea what these notes meant. And how had the note gotten inside his bedroom? Had someone been in there? He wondered as he looked around feeling that same chill he had been feeling every so often lately making the hairs on his neck stand up and sending small shivers through his body.

He felt a breeze and turned around to see that he had forgotten to close the window that morning, it was locked in place, and the crack wasn't large enough for someone to get inside, but they definitely could have slipped a piece of paper through it.

But that meant that the someone who was sending him these notes would have had to have been outside his house. Well, they would have had to have been that very morning wouldn't they? They did leave a note on his car.

Was someone following him?

The thought of having someone watch him constantly throughout his day slightly freaked him out and he went over and closed the window. He then proceeded to go around the house and check that all the other doors and windows were locked before getting into bed.

He laid awake staring at the ceiling for hours until he finally drifted off when he managed to convince himself that it was indeed just someone he knew playing a prank on him trying to make him freak out. He would not give, whichever of his friends it was, the satisfaction of seeing him frazzled.