"Norman?" a familiar voice called to him. Norman struggled to open his eyes. "Norman?" she called out again. "Yea?" Norman answered finally being able to see Jessica in her own robe tugging at his arm as he was still in bed. "Norman I wanna show you something!" Jessica tugged on him filled with joy and excitement. Norman, confused, stepped out of bed and followed Jess into the living room. Once he was in the room Jess had her back to him. *hmm nothing new on the canvas... Maybe it's something in the newspaper.* He yawned. "So what you want me to see?" Her back still to Norman, just then her robe slipped down her shoulders and continued to the floor. Norman stood wide eyed, frozen and speechless before the skinny yet curvy pale girls back. *What is she doing!?* "U-um... J-Jess?" He blinked giving his eyes very quick breaks. Jessica turned around with her hands below her neck so her forearms covered her naked breasts. "Yes Norman?" She smiled innocently walking towards him. "W-why are you ...n-naked...?" Jessica giggled as she came mere millimeters away from Norman. "This is what I wanted to show you." She dropped her arms and looked Norman in the eyes. *Holy fuck!* Norman gulped and looked down quickly to see what she wanted to show him. *Their fucking pink...* His focus was caught by Jessica's aroused nipples. She giggled and pressed them against Norman's chest. He let out a gasp. *Ngh...* "Jess...w-why are you doing... This..." Norman looked into her eyes feeling his face and entire body burning with passion. Jess smiled cutely. "Because... I love you..." *S-she said... I l-love yo-u...* As soon as Norman heard those words he felt as if his heart was beating faster than that of a humming bird's. Awe strucken he fumbled to gain his speech. "I-i love you too Jessica!" he wrapped his arms around her small body and kissed her holding onto her with all his might. 'BEEEEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEP.' *What the hell is that noise* Norman took his lips away from Jessica's and his vision became blurry. "J-Jess?" he strained hard to open his eyes. 'BEEEEEEEEEEEP' He blinked more and more until his eyes opened and he was face to face with his holding pillow. Norman rubbed his eyes and turned over in his bed hitting his alarm clock. He rolled over on his back looking at the ceiling. *It... Was a... Dream?...* Norman was frustrated once he realized the truth. "It was a fucking dream!" Norman yelled quietly to himself disappointed and mad.

"Morning." Jess greeted Norman as he entered the main room. "Morning..." he looked over at Jess who was sitting on a bar stool reading a newspaper on the island. "C'mere I want you to see this." Jessica waved him over but didn't break her eye contact with the paper. "Yea like I haven't heard that before..." Norman quietly muttered to himself as he walked over to view what she was reading. "Our case has gone public... Do you think that's good that the killers getting attention?" she said as Norman read the headline in his head. *Murder Suspect Strikes Victim...* along with a picture of the street the store was on. *Why is this in the news?... It's a private case... How did the media get a hold of this information!?* Norman put his hand on the paper and scrunched it up violently throwing it away. He then slumped on the other bar stool and hung his head in his hands. "Shit..." He muttered. "Great now other detectives are gonna want to stick their nose into this..." Norman groaned and let his head fall onto the island. "Isn't it better having more detectives?" Jess sat there watching the tired Norman. "No, you would think it'd be better, but it just becomes chaotic: multiple theories are thrown, files go missing, people are on edge... everything just turns to shit and you either lose the guy or he get another hit on his next victims." Norman sighed then got up. Jessica paused then decided to speak "Well what idiot would let this happen." Norman sighed. "I don't know, could have just been a slip..." Norman looked at the clock."...I'm going to work soon so I'll find out." Norman headed to work as Jess left to catch her second course.

"Jessie! Where have you been?!" Bret's attention was quickly caught by the fast walking Jessica. "Just... busy" she lied. "You almost missed your chance to go to the trip to Greece." As soon as 'trip to Greece' left Bret's mouth Jess was immediately transfixed on her dreams and ambitions to travel the world or at least go to a different country and study symbols there. Jess spun on her heel to face Bret. "Greece trip?" "Yea we leave the day after tomorrow, moneys due today." Bret was smiling finally being a help to Jessica. "How much is it!" Her eyes widened. "um... $1400... 1100 for the flight, 200 for a week at the hotel and 100 for the symbol course..." Jessica felt something snap inside her. *I can't afford this...* her glowing aura of happiness faded away, Bret took notice of this. "If you can't pay for it I'll pay for you...* He smiled sympathetically. "No it's ok that's a lot of money..." Jess hung her head hiding her depression. "Nonono its fine! My family's rich it won't make a single dent in my life. How do you think I got my custom kicks, 10 karat gold ring, Ferrari, leather jacket..." he went on but Jess drowned it out with her thoughts. *He's a creep don't accept his money... Does it matter? Yes of course this trip matters... C'mon! Greece! Ok I'll accept his money!* She looked him in the eyes and cut his speech on items he's bought. "Ok you'll pay for me?" Bret stopped his list. "Y-yea of course! But you have to sit beside me on the plane." He did his awful wink to Jess. *oh god...* "Fine, it's a deal."

"Glenda do you know of anyone giving information to the media about the serial killer case I'm working on" The receptionist looked at Norman with her lazy eyes. "No." she let her eyesight fall back to her computer. *Well about an hour left of work might as well spend it asking random people if they squealed to the media* Norman sat at his desk and scanned the office for potential suspects. After finding none he went on his computer searching for the killer's profile. *why would this be exposed to the public... Is it to warn them or was it a string the killer pulled to make things happen, strike fear into them.* "Eh!? Norman. I need another copy of this file." Derek slammed a file on Norman's desk. Norman looked up and shook the sleep off of himself. "Wait Derek do you know of anyone who publicized my case?" Derek sighed. "No... I don't know how you fucked up to cause it to go public since cases and files are only held by officers and detectives." Derek walked away leaving Norman with the file and many questions. *so it was an officer or a detective...?* "Ugh it's too late for this shit..." he looked up at the clock; 5 pm.

Jessica sat on the bar stool leaning her fore arms on the kitchen island. *a week... In Greece* the corners of her mouth curved upward. She sat there fiddling the ticket in her hand. *I'm going to Greece...* she repeated this in her head trying to make herself believe it was true. "I'm going to Greece!" She finally screamed it out jumping off the bar stool and jumping around happily. She was biting her bottom lip trying to hold in the excitement, this of course made her make girly shrinking noises. Norman puts the keys in the lock and opened the door to see Jessica jumping up and down squealing like a pig... well not a pig but a cute pig... a baby one... That's small and adorable. Norman shook his head. "Jess what hap-" once Jessica saw him she darted toward him hugging his waist tightly with her head pressed against his chest feeling the soft fabric of his suit. This only lasted a second because she had to pull back to tell him the news. "I get to go to Greece!" She squealed this to Norman stilling vibrating on the spot. *Greece?* "Wait wait wait? Greece? The Europe Greece?" Jessica nodded and Norman had to process what the girl was screaming. He put his hand on her shoulders keeping her still. "For how long?" He smiled catching the contagious joy from her. "A whole week! I-I get to explore their ruins, study their history, learn up front about symbols... I... I get to do it all!" Jessica was smiling with glee as she looked into Norman's eyes. *a week... A whole week...* Norman made sure his eyes didn't give away his thoughts and used his words as a distraction. "That's really great!.." he said with honesty then bit his bottom lip. "When do you leave?" "A couple days... I can't wait..." she paused lost in her own mind. "Hey and maybe the killer might get off my back and not know where I am!" She smiled proud of her suggestion. *She's right...* Norman held everything back, all his emotions; he was tired of giving her bad news and bad events. "It just might but... Wow... Greece... That's amazing." he forced a smile. "Well... I think this calls for a celebration." Norman moved to the kitchen island and started making his vodka concoction. "I thought you said celebration... Not death wish." she watched as he mixed liquids together. "Hey in all honesty it doesn't taste that bad, and besides you haven't even tried it." He grinned giving her the small glass. "And maybe if you live I'll tell ya the recipe." She smirked and rolled her eyes. "To Greece!" she held her shot up. "Yeah... To Greece...!" they both drank from their shot glasses and slammed them down on the island. "So... How was it?" He smirked at the cringing girl. "I think I'm drunk." she rubbed her temples. Norman started laughing. "Ahh, you and your low alcohol resistance level." He was chuckling as the girl laughed at her own joke. The two giggled and laughed over random comments. Neither were drunk from the alcohol. Norman sat at the island drinking his morning coffee. *a whole week...* This thought had been bothering him all night. *It's just one week shell be fine... She's tough...* His face saddened as he looked at the messy couch that was an excuse for a bed. *she'll be fine...*

Jessica spent her class time daydreaming about her trip. "Hey Jess! Psst." somebody behind her was trying to get her attention. Jessica turned around and was handed a folded piece of paper. She read it in her mind. *'Coffee?'* There was only one check box and beside it said 'Yes/you owe me'. *Fuck... I do technically owe him... He practically gave me 1400 bucks* she hesitantly checked the box and passed it back. Jessica listened as he unfolded the paper and then cringed as he screamed out: "Yes!" then was told to sit back down and be quiet by the teacher.