Hey there, how's it goin'

Hey there, how's it goin'? LOL, I'm in a good mood today. J This part is slightly darker than the last, and like I said in 'Agony', John isn't behaving himself like he should, so if you're a John fan, you may not want to read this. Profiler don't belong to my scrawny little ass.

Lust

How do I do it?

Popping in SlipKnot's 'Iowa' CD, I ponder this and more as I sit down to eat my Pork Fried Rice and Chicken Fingers.

Sam is guarded just as heavily as Fort Knox is, and knowing Bailey, if anything did happen to her, he'd be on my ass faster than Garfield on a pan of hot Lasagna.

So how do I do it?

Should I make it look as if Jack's behind it all? I mean, it's not as if I don't know that bastard's M.O. by now. Maybe I'll practice his technique once or twice, just to see if I get it right.

What if Jack finds out? Won't he be just as pissed as Bailey is, if not more?

Maybe, maybe. But Bailey will almost certainly think it's Jack, right from the get-go. The only real problem would be fooling Grace. She's damn good at her job, and she wouldn't be if she assumed all the time.

"Relax…It's over

You belong to me

I fill your mouth with dirt

Relax…It's over

You can never leave

I take your second digit with me

…Love…"

Ah, SlipKnot. Most people would think this song depressing, but not I. This is my favorite song on the whole damn CD, next to 'Skin Ticket'. But that's a whole 'nether story.

"You are…my first

I can barely breathe

I find you fascinating

You are…my favorite

Lay you down to sleep

It's all that I can do to stop

…Love…"

It's true, Sam. You captivate me. You always have. Most of the women I knew before you were brainless fools, where the only thing they had going for them was the size of their tits and ass. Not you, though. You have got to be the most intelligent women I have ever known, ever had the pleasure of knowing.

"So blue…so broken

Paper doll decays

I haven't left you yet

So cold…subversive

Your eyes are full of bleach

Tomorrow I will go away again

…Love…"

I remember the look on your face when we found Coop in the back of that ambulance after Jack and Jill had finished their kill-

-Hey, that rhymes! -

-And I remember wanting to hold you tightly in my arms and never letting you go. You looked, for all intensive purposes, like a deer caught between two sets of headlights with nowhere to go, nowhere to escape to. I only wish Jack had actually been there, however. I would have loved to see the look on his face as I turned the tables on him.

"YOU ARE MINE!

YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MINE!

I CAN TEAR YOU APART

I CAN RECOMBINE YOU

ALL I WANT IS TO COVET YOU ALL

YOU BELONG TO ME

I WILL KILL YOU TO LOVE YOU!!!"

When I finally do make my move on you, Sam, I hope it doesn't come to that.