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Chapter 8

Next day at the Headquarters

"As long as we don't know the suspect, I want all of you to be careful. Avoid going out alone, no matter where or when. Is that clear?" Bailey said, looking around the table.

Everybody nodded silently except Sam.

"Good." He took a glance at Sam who was absentmindedly drawing on her notebook. "Sam?"

"Yeah?" she looked up and noticed that everyone was looking at her. "What?"

"Did you hear what I was saying?"

"Uhm… I… no. What did you say?"

"I want you to be careful, okay?" Bailey repeated calmly.

"I know that, Bailey."

"Good. Then that's all for now. You can go back to work." He said and watched as everyone left the Command Center .

Sam was about to walk out too when Bailey called her, "Sam, can I talk to you in my office?"

She turned to him, "You said we should go back to work and there is this report waiting for me in my office."

"Just five minutes."

"Okay!" she said and followed him into his office. "So?"

"Sam, is everything okay?" he asked worried and gestured to his leather couch.

Sam shook her head and answered, "Yeah, everything's fine. Why?"

"I don't know. Is something wrong with John?"

"Wrong?" she looked at him. "Not really."

"But?"

"It's hard. For me and John. It's hard with all those cameras. Do you have the slightest idea how weird that is? To know that we're being watched all the time?"

"Sam…"

"No of course not, because you don't live there. Oh and there I have a question. Are there cameras in the bathroom? I'm just wondering, you know?" Sam pressed her fingers to her eyes and let out a deep sigh. "I'm sorry!"

"It's okay."

"No it's not. I should be thankful that you offered me the firehouse with all the security and what do I do? I shout at you. I'm sorry, Bailey." Sam said, apologetically.

"Hey, I told you already, it's okay. I understand you, really. And back to your question. There should be no cameras in the bathroom."

"Shouldn't?" Sam laughed, "Yeah, this sounds comforting."

"Look. I show you something."

"What?" she followed him to his computer.

"Do you want to see what John's doing at the moment?" he sat down on his chair and looked up at her.

"What? I… I don't know. You can see this from your computer?"

"Yes. I just log into this program. It contains the whole camera system of the firehouse. And here I can chose which room I want to see. George made this for me." Bailey explained.

"So, who has access to this? Just you?"

"No." Bailey shook his head. "The security people of the VTCF, too. If there's an emergency there's a signal and so they're able to help."

"Uh-huh." She touched her forehead.

"So, let's see what our patient is doing."

Suddenly the door opened and George came in, "Bailey, there's a call for you."

"Sure, I'm coming. Sam, I'll be right back." He got up and left the room.

Sam looked at the monitor and saw John coming out of the bathroom. He looked a little bit tired, she thought.

With one hand on his wound, he walked back into the living to clean up a little before Sam got home. He brought the dishes into the kitchen, cleaned the table and put the magazines and work reports back into his room.

This is absolutely too much , Sam thought and grabbed the phone to call him. He was supposed to rest, not to clean the firehouse.

"Hello?" John answered the phone.

"Hey, it's me."

"Hey Sam."

"How you're doing?" she asked, looking at the computer.

"I'm fine."

"Good. So, what are you doing right now?"

"Me? Oh, laying in bed and taking a rest." He lied and made his way into the kitchen to get something to drink.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, sure. Why?"

"John, I can see you. You really shouldn't running around like this. You're supposed to rest. So please lay down, okay?"

John stopped in his track. "What? What do you mean, you see me?"

"I…uhm…you do remember that there are cameras, do you?"

"What? Goddamn it, Sam. Are you really telling me that you were watching me?"

"No, it's just... Bailey showed me how this works here and…"

John interrupted her, "You and Bailey are watching me? Great, it's getting better."

"No, Bailey's not here. And I was watching you for… I don't know two minutes or something. It's not that I do it the whole day."

"Yeah, that would be weird."

"Yes, for both of us." Sam smiled when she saw John looking around.

"Good to know." He said and headed into the living room to sit down. "Better?"

"Definitely!" Sam answered smiling. "You don't have to clean, John. I can do that when I come home."

"But I don't want you to clean after me. It's okay, I really can do that. It's no problem." John told her.

Sam sighed. Why was he always so stubborn? "Look, I wanted to catch some food on my way home. What do you want?"

"I'm not really hungry, Sam."

"But you have to eat."

"Sam…"

"So, what? Fastfood, Italian or Chinese food?" Sam suggested.

"Chinese…" John said, hesitantly.

"Yeah, I knew that." Sam answered, grinning.

"No you did not. I almost said Fastfood." He told her, laughing.

"Well then. I'm home in…" she glanced at her watch, "…two hours, I guess."

"Good."

"You want anything else?"

"Uuhhmm, no!"

"Okay, see you then. Oh and John?

"Yeah?"

"Please, lay down." Sam pleaded.

"Okay. And Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't watch me any longer, okay?"

Sam laughed, "I promise!"

"Thanks. Okay, bye."

"Bye!" Sam ended the call, saw that John lay down on the couch and closed the program on Bailey's computer.

Two hours later…

Sam came out of the elevator and walked into the living room. John laid on the couch, eyes closed and the remote control in his hand. So she walked over to him to cover him with the blanket when he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Hey"

"Oh hey, sorry I didn't mean to wake you up."

"I did not sleep." He smiled.

"Oh okay." She put the boxes of Chinese food onto the table, "Delivery Service. I didn't know what you want so I ordered some different things."

"Yeah, a lot of different things." John laughed and sat up.

"Aaaand… I brought some movies. That's why I'm a bit late but I was in this video store where they have thousands of movies. Yes and I really had no clue what you're in the mood for so… I took four movies. Action, comedy, horror and a love story. So?" Sam asked him, smiling.

"Wow. What do you wanna see?"

Sam shrugged, "No, I asked you."

"Well then. I could use something to laugh. Let's start with the comedy. Is that okay?"

"Sure, perfect." She put the movie into the VCR and sat down next to John.

The movie began and they started to eat. Even John who said that he wasn't hungry. Sam looked at him after a while and he noticed it.

"What?"

"This is nice."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"This. Being with you, watching a movie, eating Chinese food." She said and gave him a smile.

"You're right, it's definitely nice. We should do this more often."

Sam nodded, "Absolutely!"

He shifted his gaze and fixed his eyes on her, a slow smile forming on his lips. The way John was looking at her made her heart jump and she felt it pounding against her ribs. God, he's not supposed to look at her like that. When he'd only knew what he caused to her.

She gave him a nervous smile before she turned back to the screen and they continued watching the movie.

To be continued....