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rev2004: A twin... hmm, well one never knows with the Centre. Thanks for your review. So now here's your longer version (even though I couldn't make the sooner-thing). Have fun!

Gemini-M: Becoming more aware of her Inner Sense... maybe but don't count on it. Well, we'll see about Jarod. Thanks for reviewing and now enjoy.

Leochick: Still having faith that our favourite pretender wouldn't do it. Well, wait and see if it's justified. Thanks for the review and now enjoy the next part.

Brandy: She wouldn't feel strange if Jarod was her shadow, following her around all the time? You sure? Or maybe she feels itchy because her inner sense is telling her that Jarod is up to no good? So, there are a few questions. Maybe I will answer them. Read on to find out. Thanks for the long review and now enjoy

Angelus Love: Hello there, a new face again. First of all, thanks for voting. I'm glad that you are enjoying the story so far. Well, we will see if your trust in Jarod is justified or if he is the stalker in the end... I'm looking forward to your reviews. Thanks and now enjoy chapter 3.

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Shadows Part 3

Packages

Smiling, he removed the photo from out of the liquid. He had been right; the shots from New York were great. Even though it was 'just' a photo and couldn't be compared with the 'real' moment, the picture had captured the moment perfectly:

She was looking directly at him, seemingly looking into his very being and letting him know that she wanted him to join her.

He sighed deeply and let his shoulders fall, his eyes never leaving the picture. How he regretted not being able to do just that; walk up to her and take her with him.

He slowly let the photo sink, his eyes following the movement as if he feared it would vanish when he didn't look. Finally he turned back to bowl of developing liquid and watched in fascination as the outlines of her face slowly appeared on the photo paper lying in it.

Slowly, as if drawn by a ghost, the grey-black lines appeared and got stronger and soon her eyes stared at him.

The soft light in the darkroom accentuated her face, masking her usually hard features. One could even imagine her lips turning up into one of her rare smiles.

As if answering the smile he meant to see, his lips turned upwards as well, smiling back at her. He took the picture out of the developing liquid and put it into the water for a short time, only to take it out of that container mere moments later and putting it onto the counter next to the already developed photo. Now her face was staring up at him twice in a black-and-white photography.

He looked closer at one of the photos and the closer he looked, the more real the picture became. Her picture-grey eyes turn into the ice-blue colour they held in reality, her lips turned into that dark, full red and her hair started to flow, gently moved by the soft wind that had been moving it when he had taken the picture. Though her face came to life for him, the background faded, leaving the single attention on her face.

He blinked and the picture turned back into what it was... a picture; without life and colour.

Not knowing if he should be annoyed by the change, he picked up both photos from the counter. They were his newest addition for 'her' room.

And after searching perfect spots for the two new pictures, he would finally send her the package he had wanted to send to her for several days now.

A package to let her know that he was here, waiting for her.

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A package that was lying on her doorstep flew through the air when she strode out of the door and hit it with her foot. She momentarily halted in her steps and frowned, her eyes following the object and then she determinedly set after the package to retrieve it from where it had landed in the grass. Picking it up and straightening, she looked around to see if there was anybody here.

Seeing no one, she turned on her heel and stalked back into the house, giving the door a hard push that sent it crashing shut. Parker threw her jacket on the back of a chair while passing it and dropped the keys on a table. She had been on her way to the Centre but the package in her hand had interrupted her intention.

Now she was curious what was in the package, what Jarod had send this time.

She sat down on the couch and ripped the paper open. Drawing out the contents of the package, she gasped loudly and let them fall onto the table as if burned by them.

Her eyes narrowed and her yaw clenched when she picked up the stack of papers once more after the first shock was gone.

On the very top of the pile, there was a photo of her.

Her fingers clenched around the photos, her knuckles turning white.

He had been in New York. This photo had been taken in front of the Empire State Building. He had been there and he had been watching her.

Miss Parker growled silently.

She took the photo away from the top and came face to face with herself again. Another photo of her was on top of the pile of papers from out of the package now. She removed it from the top and there was a new one, and one beyond that one and beyond that one.

Skipping through the pile of photos, she had a hard time to keep her temper down.

Countless of photos of her, her face, her running, her walking up to one or another building, her face and upper torso taken through the car window.

She got up from her seat, leaving the photos on the table and pacing the room with angry strides.

He had some nerve.

Up to now she had never really taken in consideration shooting him once she saw him but now... well, she wasn't that sure about it any more.

He was following her, taking pictures and tailing her every move.

"Bastard," she whispered harshly.

What was he up to now?

It was clear that their game had changed and that he had started another level of their game of seek and hide but what exactly the rules of this new game were had yet to become clear.

'Just wait until I find you,' she threatened in a hard voice when her eyes travelled back to the photos on the table.

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She burst into the Simlab. "Do we have anything?" she growled, making Broots and even Sydney jump.

The old psychiatrist frowned when he saw her expression. "No, Miss Parker. We didn't get anything from him and we also didn't find any hints as to his whereabouts."

"That's not acceptable. I want you to find him," she practically screamed, her tightly clenched hands gesturing wildly.

Broots was cowering behind his computer, wishing with al his might that either he could crawl into a hole in the floor or that some sign would pop up on his computer screen, telling him that they had a lead... no such luck.

"Miss Parker. You know very well that Broots is doing his best to find Jarod," Sydney tried to sooth the woman.

"Then his best is not enough!" she snarled, looking directly at Broots and making him cower even more.

Sydney frowned again. "Miss Parker, we didn't hear from Jarod in six weeks. You knew that it probably wouldn't change from yesterday to today. What has changed your mood that drastically today?" Sydney asked with a quirked eyebrow.

Miss Parker drew her eyes away from Broots and shot Sydney an icy stare. "Nothing changed!" she growled and turned on her heel, leaving the Simlab.

The angry staccato of her steps echoed back to the two stunned man until the double doors closed behind her.

Sydney wasn't sure but he thought he heard her swear under her breath. Her words sure sounded like: "Just wait until I get my hands on you. I'll make you regret the last few weeks."

The words, even if he wasn't sure if he had heard them correctly, made Sydney's frown deepen. The last few weeks?

What had changed over the last few weeks that had Parker in such an uproar today?

Not coming up with anything, Sydney shook his head slightly and turned back to his work. Maybe he would have the chance to get Parker to open up to him once she wasn't running so high on emotion anymore.

Maybe then he would be able to get behind this new situation.

To be continued...

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