A/N: Yikes! Sorry about taking so long to update this:( And I know it's really not very long, and I definitely apologize for that. I've been working part time, and going to school and doing homework, so that's not leaving me much time to write. But this morning I was up an hour or so earlier, because I have to get bloodwork done before I go to school, so I saw it as a perfect opportunity to get some writing done. Thanks to everyone who's been reviewing, and with the next update(which I hope will be soon) I will make it much longer. Also, I'm trying to write this in the point of view of the person who is stalking Nicky. So... it might be a bit confusing in parts, I tried to write and not give it away... but then I just got tired of it and yeah. In this chapter you start to realize who the stalker might be. Anywho, I shall stop rambling, for I have to go now! Let me know what you think if you'd like!

Chapter 5 - Just A Lackey

He'd never watched anyone before. His usual role was an accomplice. This was definitely outside of his league of comfort, and he loved it. Maybe it was sick, maybe it was twisted, but he loved this new adrenalin rush he got from watching carefully as a very panicked CSI puttered about, a prisoner in his own home.

Just because he hadn't watched Nick like this before, didn't mean that he didn't know who he was. He definitely knew who Nick was. However, no body could possibly know exactly how he knew Nick, and that also brought a twisted smile to his face.

All of his life he'd just been an accomplice, a lackey, the evil sidekick. But now he was the one calling the shots, and he loved it.

The last time that he'd seen Nick... well, Nick hadn't exactly been conscious. Walter Gordon had been the one who made him pass out and taken him into the vehicle.

"Drive! Now!" Gordon commanded.

After driving to the specific spot, he had wanted to go with Gordon to bury Nick alive. He complained that he never got to do any of the fun stuff. He threatened to turn Gordon in if he didn't let him help.

Gordon had given in and decided to let the man watch. Not help, but watch. Gordon had been afraid that if the unexperienced man helped, than he would leave behind evidence that would get the both of them caught for the act of revenge.

Luckily, he'd been content with just being able to watch. Seeing Nick being placed into that box, being sealed up tight and buried underground had been one of the most exciting things he'd ever seen. He knew one day he'd be able to get that kind of satisfaction that only came from getting the revenge you so craved.

And with the death of Walter Gordon, he knew he was going to get that revenge, that satisfaction that he craved.

His original plan had absolutely nothing to do with Nick. He'd seen car-jackings on TV many times, and knew it would be easy to make his way into an unsuspecting victim's car, wait for them to drive off, and then order them to drive somewhere a little more secluded than a grocery store parking lot, and then kill them.

And then he had a wave of luck. From the back seat of that woman's car, he could see the face of a man who was probably helping the woman get her front door opened. He tried to get a look at the man's face, and when he did, he couldn't believe who he saw. It was Nick.

It was all too perfect, and all too horrible, all at the same time. If Nick had seen him, then for sure, he would mention it to the police. But then the man had an idea...

Practically everyone in Las Vegas who had a television set knew about the stalker incident that occurred with Nick years before. The man knew that would be a weakness of Nick's. All he had to do was stalk him... give him a good scare, and he would keep his mouth shut.

The man felt as if he was glowing, his plan had evolved and grown so nicely -- everything working so perfectly.

So that left him to where he stood now. Just watching, waiting to see if Nick was brave enough to make another move. Wondering if maybe Nick thought it was Nigel Crane who was watching him.

The man smiled a bit inside. Nigel Crane had been a master at the art of watching, of observing. The man was honoured to think that Nick had confused him with Crane. It made him feel like he was really good at what he was doing. It made him feel as if he was no longer just a lackey.