Okay…Here's the next chapter of "Stakeout". I don't own anyone in this story except Shawn. (He's so damn sick and evil, isn't he?) Please read and review this! It means a lot to me that I get some good comments.

Now rated PG-13 (There will be mild violence later in the story and bad language from Eames in this chapter.)

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Stakeout

By CJSpooks

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Chapter 3: Lex and Shawn

Okay…so I was being held captive by one of my psycho high school boyfriends. Ugh…I knew that one of these days that it would happen. I mean, no one can outrun their past. I certainly know I can't…especially in my position. Goren and I were being held somewhere in a cold, smelly, and moist basement. I was growing quite worried. I wondered if Deakins was going to find us…or if we could survive whatever Shawn was going to do. He was the really jealous and violent type of personality. I didn't need Goren to tell me that. Hopefully, I could've held him off until someone came to our rescue. I certainly was hoping he wasn't going to hurt us…especially Goren because this wasn't his dispute. It wasn't even his business. He was just pulled in…and I realized it was my fault. I should've just told him what the hell was the matter. It would've helped to have some plan in order. We needed to escape…

Did I mention that I fell asleep? Well, I had and I dreamed up some really crazy and freaky shit.

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(My Dream…Nightmare, actually.)

I awake in my bed back at my parents' house. I am dressed in this nightgown that I remember burning after graduation because it was so not my style. It was pink and frilly…gross. Anyway, I hear a rock against the window. I get up from the bed and it's Shawn. Not the crazy psycho that had me captive, the cute and very boyish sane one from high school. I realized then that I was dreaming up the past. I forget what year it was…just a happier time. Shawn smiles up at me and whispers loudly, "Can I come up?"

I nod and watch him climb up the side of the house to my window. Even though it's a dream, I'm still amazed that he's pulled off this feat…especially with my Dad the cop around the house somewhere. He makes his way to me and kisses me lightly. I embrace him and we sit on my bed. We talk for a long time after that.

Then situation changes…it's "that night" again...at our last trip to lover's lane. The one where he…he's on top of me and tries to get some. He's way off base on that attempt. I scream for him to stop. I manage to kick him away and I jump out of the car. Then, I run…as fast and as hard as my legs will let me. I'm crying and extremely pissed that Shawn turned out to be another shit head pervert.

The sky turns dark as my dream alters yet again to a scarier scene…Shawn has exploded in anger into a very creepy demon the size of Godzilla. I freak out and trip on the concrete where I was running. Another odd twist is that a young army recruit that resembles Goren picks me up and carries me to safety. After awhile, it looks like we've outrun the demon. The army boy puts me down and says, "You're safe now, Alex." Now he sounds very much like Goren. The young Army boy turns into my present day Goren and he smiles at me. The demon psycho giant Shawn suddenly grabs Goren. Shawn laughs in victory as he crushes Goren in his large hand. I scream and tears come to my eyes as Shawn drops him. I run quickly to the "broken" body of Goren. I hold him close as he dies in my arms. He whispers, "I love you" weakly into my ear as his spirit flies away and leaves his body. The Shawn giant goes to grab me with his large hand when…

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…I suddenly awake screaming. Goren jolts awake at my terror. "Eames, are you all right?"

I breathe deeply and pause, thinking of the right answer. "Sorry…It's just…I had a nightmare."

He nods and understands, "Was it about Shawn?"

"Yes…it was so scary and totally real." I sigh. Damn it all, he's in my head again.

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A few minutes later, Shawn entered the room looking very happy. He came up behind me and untied me from the chair. "What gives?" –I ask.

He looks at me lovingly, "I want to talk."

"About what?"

"Us."

"There is no 'us', Shawn."

"There will be."

"Fuck you."

"I wish you would."

"Damn it."

"Stop cursing. You didn't do that when we were together."

"I've grow up, okay?"

"Lex, remember when I used to make faces and do impersonations to make you giggle?"

"Yes."

"Good. Remember when we used to go everywhere together and then end the day making out at Lover's Lane?"

"Yeah…but…"

"Shh…remember when I used to sneak into your house just to see you? We'd talk for hours and your dad would never be the wiser?"

"Yes…Shawn what's…"

"Oh and remember how I ran for class president and when I won I called you my very special first lady?"

"What's your point?"

"Lex, taking this ride down memory lane with you…it makes me all warm inside."

"You're sick, Shawn."

"So?"

"How many people have you killed?"

"Why would you ask me a question like that?"

"How many?"

"Okay…a lot. The other police aren't as smart as you, Lex. They've only found two."

"Are you going to kill me?"

"Of course not. I love you. We have a past. I want to hurt you…that's all."

"You want to hurt me?"

"Deeply."

"Damn it you son of a bitch!"

"Now Lex…"

"You are sick and perverted!"

"You've mentioned that before."

"I can't stand you."

"Now be nice, Lex…I'm going to hurt you real bad."

"You're crazy."

"You know how I'm going to do it?"

"How? Are you going to try to pull a fast one like our last time at Lover's Lane?"

"No…I'm not going to physically hurt you, Lex. I wouldn't want to hurt your beautiful body. I want to get to you in another way."

"What are you talking about?"

"You like your partner, don't you?"

"What?"

"I'm going to get to you through him."

"No…"

"I'm going to make you watch him suffer. That'll be a treat, won't it?"

"Why do you always have to play these sick games with me?"

"Because I like the fun…the fun will begin soon. Say your good-byes."

I gave Shawn another one of my evil glares. He just smiled back at me and touched my hair. I just growled. I did not want this fucking asshole to hurt Goren.

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Deakins had arrived at the scene of our last known position. Uniformed officers answered all of his questions, giving him slim pickens to work with. He found Goren's jacket (the one that I had drooled on) and his zipper binder thing (that he takes everywhere), both of our service weapons, our handcuffs, and my purse (yes, I carry a purse…sometimes). With these pieces, Deakins grew nervous. He didn't really know us on a very personal level…so, it would extremely hard to figure out our kidnapper. Though, there was a very odd letter left at the scene. Deakins read it for the hundredth time:

To the coppers—

I have the sweet angel prom queen and the big bookworm. They will be hurt in some fashion. Prom is mine. Bookworms will be crushed. I am back. That'll teach them…I told them all to vote for me. It's not just to win. I have to conquer! Say hello and good bye for me.

CPofSCinHS

None of it made any sense for our beloved captain. He was never one for cryptic speak or writing. He knew it was more of Goren's thing. Deakins was the kind of guy that liked straight lines…only clear straight lines. And he absolutely hated puzzles. This was "the mother of all fucking insane puzzles" to him. But he wasn't going to rest until he got both of us back, alive.

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To be continued…

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