YEE-HAH!!! Here it is, folks: The Fragile Pt. 10! I know it's been awhile, and I do sincerely apologize, but I've been busy recently. The disclaimer…I know, you know, we all know that I don't frigging own Profiler, or the characters that belong to it. But wouldn't it be awesome if I did? (Yes it would.) Hope all of ya have a merry Christmas and a happy New Year. J
The Fragile Pt. 10
(Sam's POV)
I jerk myself awake and bend my head back to get the kinks out of it. Bleary-eyed, I glance at my watch.
9:32
Blinking, I yawn and eye the door with suspicion, knowing that sooner or later Jack or one of his cronies would come through it.
You should have listened to Bailey, Sam, my conscience declares haughtily. If you did, you'd be at the Pen right now going over his goddamn cell instead of in here as his prisoner…
Putting my head in my hands, I wonder what the hell I've gotten myself into this time. Jack didn't intend on letting me go the last time, and I knew that this time it would be no different. But something was off. If only I could but my finger on it…
The door opens, and in walks Jack with some breakfast for me on a silver platter.
Not that I'm going to eat it…
"Good morning Samantha," Jack smiled at me, and inwardly I shivered. "Did you sleep well?"
"Are you trying to be funny? You know I didn't, being the voyeuristic serial killer that you are," I shot back, and he laughed.
"You really should sleep in your bed, my dear Samantha," Jack said afterwards, with a small smile on his face. "I imagine it's so much more comfortable than a table and a chair."
"I imagine the only reason why you want me to sleep in there is because you want to fulfill your sick fantasies," I snarled back, color rising in my face.
"Maybe, but at least you'll get a better nights sleep." He slid the platter of food across the table towards me and I stared at it, touching nothing.
"Not necessarily," I replied, the sarcasm rising in my voice with each word. "Just thinking about you watching me sleep makes me violently ill."
"Then I take it you're not hungry then."
"What amazing powers of deduction you have Jack. I'm amazed."
"You'll have to eat sometime, Samantha…or maybe you're afraid that I put something in your food?" His icy blue eyes twinkled with mirth, and I felt a low growl begin in my throat. This asshole thinks this whole situation is funny.
"I don't know, did you?"
"Now why would I do that for?"
"I don't know, but I don't trust you nearly as much as your delusional mind thinks I do," I said, getting out of my chair. "You set me up for a murder I didn't commit, and then you orchestrated Sharon Lesher's murder because she became a liability to you. I couldn't trust you as far as I could throw you, and that's what this is all about, isn't it? Instead of trying to coerce me into killing people, you want me to begin to trust you, so you're starting out slowly." I glance into his eyes and I know I'm right. "Sorry Albert. It'll never happen."
"Then I guess you're just going to have to hope I don't force feed you," He replied chillingly.
"We wouldn't want you to enjoy that, now would we?"
"I don't particularly like watching you suffer, Samantha. I cannot bear to see you in pain."
"Oh really…I never would have guessed, with you killing almost everybody I'm close to…killing Tom and Coop…and you never like to watch me suffer. Real interesting way of showing it."
"I had to do those things Samantha. I had to make you see." He takes a step closer to me, and I glare at him, taking a step back.
"See what, exactly? That's you're a serial killer with a god complex? That's already common knowledge at the VCTF, Albert. You're really not breaking any new ground here." I grin as I see his eyes flash with anger.
Oh boy, are you getting him pissed…
"I had to make you see that nothing can stand in my way Samantha when it comes to your welfare, your well-being. I won't let anything come between us."
"Haven't we already covered this ground before? There is nothing between us, Albert. The only reason I've suffered this long is because my father wanted me to marry someone made of money and do nothing for the rest of my life. So he met you…and when he did, my world starting falling apart…and not for the better."
"You don't mean that," Jack hissed, his fists clenching.
"Yes, I do."
"You'll regret angering me like this, Samantha," My stalker growled. "Just because you're here with me doesn't mean I'm finished I'm finished with Bailey or your pals at the Task Force…not by a long shot," He finished, then left, slamming and locking the door behind him.
"I'm not too worried about them, Jack," I whisper to myself in reply. "But you should be…because this time they're going to kill you for this, and there will be no one stopping Bailey from pulling the trigger…"