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Chapter 8 Kiss of Darkness

"Are you ok?" Foreman asked when Cameron came out of the bathroom.

"Yeah, I think so," she said. She had just spent the last few minutes throwing up her breakfast. The nausea she woke up with this morning hadn't gotten better at all. If anything, it got worse and she didn't think it was going away anytime soon.

"Hey, so Chase told me your brother bought you a flat screen," Foreman said, changing the subject as they walked to the differential office. Cameron laughed.

"He actually bought himself a bigger one and gave me his old one. I'm not complaining though. Watching the game on it would be awesome."

"Wait a minute you're a football fan?" he asked in surprise.

"Yup, Chicago Bears." Foreman snorted in disgust.

"Oh please, the New York Giants will kick their asses again and again."

"You want to bet on it," she asked, almost defensively.

"100 bucks if the Giants win."

"Deal," she said as they walked into the differential office. "Saturday at my house. Bring beer." He grinned, but noticed her confused expression and looked at the glass table. There was a long white box with a red bow that was addressed to her. She cautiously went up to it, suddenly feeling as if she were being watched and mentally berated herself for being stupid. Of course she felt as if someone were watching her. Foreman was right behind her.

"Who's it from?" he asked as he went over to the coffee machine, obviously oblivious to her discomfort.

"I don't know. It just says Allison on it," she said just as Chase walked in. "Did you send these?" she asked him as he came over to her.

"No," he said in confusion. "Maybe a patient sent it." She gave him a look of doubt, but untied the ribbon anyway and as soon as she opened the lid, she screamed. It was a single red rose with maggots all over it. Foreman dropped his coffee in surprise as Chase grabbed the box and quickly threw it out into the patio.

"Cameron, are you ok?" Foreman asked gently as Chase came back in.

"Yeah," she said. "I just got freaked out. Sorry."

It was a long day and Cameron was relieved to finally come home. Not only was she sick, but all she kept thinking about was the red rose covered in maggots. Who would even send that? She wished Chase was here, but instead he was stuck at the hospital tonight carrying out the patient's treatment. He wouldn't be home for a few hours. She told him she didn't mind waiting in the lounge, but he insisted that she go home and sleep. Even though she missed him, she was exhausted and as soon as she walked into her apartment she jumped into the shower and after climbed into bed. The moment she closed her eyes she immediately felt as if she weren't alone. She opened her eyes and looked around the dark room. She couldn't help but feel like someone was standing in the shadows watching her. She started to shiver and got up to close the window. She looked out into the quiet street. It was empty apart from a cat slinking away under the glow of a street lamp.

Calm down. No one's watching you, she told herself. Closing the window shut, Cameron glanced at the street again. What was that! Her eyes had caught a glimpse of a man's silhouette. Was that just my imagination? she wondered. She suddenly didn't feel right and suddenly felt vulnerable. Cameron stared out the window again, but there was nothing. Suddenly a loud noise came from the bathroom, startling her. She quickly turned on her bedroom light and looked out into the hallway. There was no one there, but she heard the noise again and she forced herself not to cry out as she crept towards the bathroom. The noise sounded a third time as she forced herself to open the bathroom door. It was empty. No one was there, but why did she still have that feeling as if someone was watching her? Cameron jumped as the noise sounded again, then sighed in relief as she saw it was a branch hitting the bathroom window.

Why am I being so paranoid? she thought angrily to herself as she went back into her bedroom and climbed into bed. It's nothing. No one's here, she thought, but just sighed in frustration and ended up calling Chase. She knew he'll be home soon and she didn't want to be alone tonight.

Cameron and Chase were soon on his couch together watching a movie. When Cameron came, she didn't want to talk about what she had seen on the street. She didn't want him to think she was going crazy and needed to go back into therapy again. She felt Chase kiss her head and she closed her eyes and breathed in his familiar scent. She loved how safe he made her feel. Chase wrapped his arm around her and kissed her sweetly on the lips.

"Falling asleep?" he whispered in her ear. Cameron nodded as she kissed him back. Chase leaned into her kiss, holding her close. He loved the way she smelled. He loved how soft her hair was and how her body seemed to fit perfectly against his.

"Are you going to tell me what's bothering you?" Chase asked once they stopped kissing. Cameron shrugged and looked away.

"Nothing's bothering me. I'm just sick," she answered. Chase looked at her, but she wouldn't meet his gaze. He sighed and lifted her chin, knowing it wasn't just about the nausea.

"You know you can tell me Allison." Cameron nodded.

"I know Robert, but I don't want you to worry about me." Chase kissed her softly.

"Tell me babe. Whatever it is, it's eating you up. Let me be there for you." She sighed in defeat. He's right, she knows he is. She looked into his eyes and like always, she suddenly started to feel calm.

"I just... It's nothing, really. I thought I saw something, but I guess I was just seeing things. I'm just tired I guess." Chase seemed to except that answer as he laid her down, her head resting on his lap.

"Go to sleep, love," he said softly as he rubbed her back soothingly and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.

Chase turned off the TV an hour later and looked down at his sleeping girlfriend. She looked so peaceful when she slept and as much as he hated to move her, he was tired and wanted to get to bed. He carefully slid out from under her and picked her up in his arms. He carried her into his room, laying her down on the bed and kissed her softly on the lips before closing the window. It was cold and he wondered why the window was even open. Since he was on the ground floor, he always kept it closed. Shrugging it off, he didn't think much of it as he walked out of the room and went into the bathroom.

As soon as Chase closed the door he came out from his hiding place and quietly stood over his ex girlfriend. He watched the peaceful rise and fall of her chest as she breathed softly in her sleep. Seeing her so happy made him angry and he wanted to hit her for that, but no. He couldn't do anything that will ruin his plan so instead he placed his hand on her cheek and roughly kissed her.

The moment she felt his lips on her she right away knew it wasn't Chase. Chase's kisses always made her feel like she was melting in his arms. This kiss was rough and she was suddenly filled with fear. She opened her eyes to see a dark man standing over her and kissing her. She pulled away fast and screamed. She pushed him away and jumped off the bed and as soon as she opened the door she ran right into Chase's arms.

"Allison! What's wrong?" he asked in alarm as she broke down in hysterical tears.

"There's a... a... man in the room. He was... he kissed me," she struggled to say. He looked over her shoulder, but didn't see anything. He pulled away.

"Stay here," he said. He cautiously walked into bedroom, preparing himself for anyone who might be in the room. He turned on the light and look around, but there was no one. He went back out into the hall to see her standing there with fear in her eyes. "Ally, there's no one here. You were dreaming."

"No... but it felt so real. He was kissing me." He sighed and took her hand, leading her into the bedroom.

"See, there's no one here love."

Chase held Cameron's sleeping body close to him as he lied in bed. She was terrified and it had taken a while for her to fall asleep. She really believed there was a dark man kissing her. She told him how she can still feel his hand on her cheek as he roughly kissed her. He tried convincing her she was dreaming, but he knew she was still in doubt. Shaking his head, he glanced at the open window.

Didn't I close that? he thought in confusion. He remembered seeing it open before he left the room, but after everything he just couldn't remember if he actually closed it or not. He reluctantly left Cameron's warm body and shut the window.

"Find anything?" Foreman asked Cameron as he came into the kitchen. It was the next morning and he and Cameron were in their patient's house looking for anything that might have made him sick.

"No," she said, not even looking at him. He noticed she has been edge all morning. Figuring it was just problems with Chase, he started to walk to the door.

"Let's go," he said.

"Is it Chase?" Foreman suddenly asked as Cameron pulled out of her parking space in front of the patient's house.

"What do you mean?" she asked as she checked her mirrors.

"You've been on edge all morning and nearly bit House's head off in the differential."

"No, it's nothing," she said as she got on the freeway. She wasn't going to tell him about the strange feelings she's been having or that freaky dream of a man kissing her last night. It felt too real to be a dream.

"It's obviously something if thinking about it is making you speed. Slow down."

Crap, she thought. She hadn't realized she was going way too fast. She tried stepping on the brake, but it didn't work; the car kept speeding. "I can't stop!" she exclaimed in alarm.

"What?"

"The brakes! They're shot!"

"Shit! Cameron watch out!" he yelled just as they collided into a car.

Chase rushed into the ER, looking for Cameron. He found Foreman who was sitting in the bed, getting a cast on his broken arm. He looked fine and hoped Cameron was the same. "Hey, are you ok? Where's Cameron."

"We're both fine. Cameron was released. I thought she was with you."

"No, what happened?"

"I don't know. She was speeding and then she couldn't stop. Her brakes were shot so we crashed into the car in front of us."

Chase sighed. "I'll go look for her."

C

Cameron sat on the bench in front of her open locker. She just couldn't believe what had happened. She and Foreman could have seriously been hurt because of her reckless driving, but what really freaked her out was her car. How can the brakes be shot if they were working just fine this morning. She put her head in her hands. This day was exhausting and she just wanted to go home and sleep.

"Hey," Chase suddenly said as he sat next to her. She looked up at him, giving him a weak smile.

"Is Foreman ok?" she asked.

"Just a broken arm, he'll be fine." She sighed in relief as he asked, "What's going on?"

"I don't know. My brakes were shot. I think it has..."

"No, Allison. It has nothing to do with last night. You were dreaming," he interrupted her.

"But..."

"Your car just came back from the shop. They probably messed with something and the brakes got messed up. You're fine, Foreman's fine, the lady you crashed into is fine and she isn't going to press charges. There's nothing to worry about."

She looked into his blue eyes, wanting to believe him, but it was hard. She just couldn't shake this bad feeling. She sighed, closing her locker. "Let's just get back to the office before House comes looking for us."