Okay, soooo sorry this is so short. But hey, it's an update, right?

And just to let everyone know, this story won't be all that long. Probably 3 or 4 more chapters. Possibly 5 if I am in the mood to make it longer.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Meg Cabot is the loverly writer, not me.

Summary: (Sequel to Don't Dwell in the Past) Rob and Jess are finally together. But just when they think their relationship is getting somewhere, Jess has a vision and it's not too good.

What Goes Around Comes Around

Chapter 3

The next few weeks at work were tense. Rob and I had told Krantz what I saw. He told me that my powers had increased.

No shit.

He also told me not to go out without a bodyguard with me. But seriously, that could get annoying. Going to the grocery store with a frickin' bodyguard?

Not my cup of tea.

Rob told him that we would be careful and that he'd make sure nothing would happen. And just for safety measures, they planted FBI agents outside our apartment. That was where I drew the line.

"Dr. K, I will NOT be treated like I was when I was sixteen!" I objected banging the conference table with my fists.

"Jessica," he said, trying to keep his cool, unlike me. "This is for your safety. The FBI, along with Mr. Wilkins here, do not want to lose you."

And that's pretty much how the conversation went, since Rob dragged me out of the room and to my office to 'calm me down'.

When we got in my office, I exploded.

"ROB! I'm not just gonna let him push me around like this! Not again!" I yelled. I groaned and plopped down on my executive chair.

"Jess, he's right. We - I - cannot lose you. You are so important to me, baby. This is for the best, you have to realize that." When he noticed that I wasn't giving in, he went for my weak spot. "Do it for me? Just this once? At least until we catch the shit heads that want to do this to us."

He knew that I'd do anything for him now and he was using that against me.

Damn him . . .

I sighed, exasperated. "All right . . . fine."

He grinned. "Great."

Then bent down and kissed me. "I'll come back during my lunch break," he whispered and winked.

I laughed. "Oooh, we get to have a little quickie in the office?" I joked.

He chuckled. "If that's what you want, baby."

Then he walked over to the door. He opened it, walked out, and shut it softly behind him.

I slumped down in my executive chair. I know Rob had to work also, but I just really wanted him to stay with me.

Hey, at least he's actually in the same building with me. That has to count for something.

But I just kept replaying that vision in my head. It seemed so real . . . I could actually feel the throbbing in my chest, as if I was shot. And to tell you the truth, it scared the shit out of me.

It frightened me so much that I could no longer rely on myself for support. Never before had I really needed to rely on anyone else. Back when I was a teenager, I was very independent. I didn't need anybody. Sure, Rob save my life quite a few times back then, but I think I stil could've managed.

Okay, I guess I was bullshitting there.

I needed Rob now, just like I did back when I used to go out and search for the missing kids. And, consequently, he was almost killed once because of me.

He really deserves a favor from me, instead of the other way around, since that's how it normally is with us. He's always doing stuff for me.

So what I said before was a lie. I had needed help before and from the same person. But this time . . . it was different. I could feel it. I knew something very horrible was coming and I could not prevent it.

I hate that feeling. Knowing something bad is going to happen and you can't do anything to stop it. It makes you feel so useless.

And that's what I felt now. Useless, I mean.

I felt completely useless.

Sure, everyone says I am one of the most important people in the world, since I am able to find missing people, but that has nothing to do with this feeling.

The vibration of my cell phone snapped me out of my reverie.

I stared at my pocket, the space that my cell phone was currently occupying. I wasn't really in the mood to answer the damn thing, but . . . well, I had to for work.

"Mastriani," I answered.

I waited a second to see who was on the other line. When nobody answered, I said, "Is anyone there?"

Then the voice came on. It was raspy and croaky and they were whispering. "I'm gonna get you soon . . ." Then they hung up.

I stared at my cell phone for a few minutes, then I did what I had to do without freaking out for once.

I ran to Krantz's office and told him what happened. He immediately traced the call, which had been made using a pay phone right outside of the FBI building. Krantz sent cops out to search for any suspicious person.

I went to Rob's office and told him about it. He enveloped me in his arms and told me that they would find the person, but I knew finding the person was hopeless. It could be anybody.

But I knew that it was the person who had killed me in my vision. And Rob . . .

I don't know how. I just knew it was them. They were the person that had shot me and Rob and taken my kids away from me. No, I wouldn't let that happen. I couldn't let that happen.

And suddenly I got really angry. I usually don't get this angry, but when I do, watch out.

And that time, when I got angry, I saw something. It wasn't much, but it was a glimpse. A glimpse of the person. I can't really explain it, but I just saw a little glimpse of the person that was doing this to me. I knew it was them. Once again, I don't know how I knew it was them. I just did. I guess it was sort of like an instinct or something.

Or maybe a woman's intuition.

Whatever it was, it led me to the person that would try and do this to me.

"Jess?"

I snapped my head up to Rob. He was peering at me curiously.

"Are you all right?"

I blinked and tried to focus on him. I was fine . . . but what was he talking about?

Oh, I guess I might have looked dazed or something. I mean, I did just sort of have a vision there, so I probably looked like I was staring off into space or something.

"Yeah," I finally said. "Yeah, I'm fine."

But he saw right through it. He knew that I was lying. I mean, I was fine, but he knew there was something that I was not telling him. And, well, he was absolutely right.

"Jess, what is it? Just tell me, babe." He knelt down in front of where I was sitting - which happened to be in his chair.

I smiled weakly at him. "I really am fine, Rob. It's just . . . I got a glimpse of somebody and I am sure that it's them. The people that did . . . that in my vision . . ."

He took my hands in his. "You did? What - what did they look like? What were they wearing?"

"Woah, slow down, Rob," I joked. Right now really was not the time for jokes, though, since Rob's face stayed serious. "I don't really exactly know what they looked like. They had shaggy brown hair, dark eyes - possibly black - they were very pale. They were wearing a flannel plaid shirt and dark jeans. That - that's really all I can remember."

He gave me a warm smile. He leaned forward and kissed me lightly on my lips, then pecked my forehead. "Thanks for telling me. Just stay here, I'm going to tell Krantz."

"No," I said weakly. I didn't want him to leave me. I needed him to be with me. I really did not want to seem weak, but now I honestly could care less about that. I needed Rob with me.

He turned toward me. "Okay, okay," he said and hugged me. "I'll just have him come in here, baby." He kissed my forehead again, then took out his cell phone and dialed Krantz's number and told him to come to his office.

Rob knew I did not want to talk, so he told Krantz everything I had previously told him. Krantz sent out another search party. Krantz said he had hope that they would find him this time, since my description was very good.

Oh, how I hoped they would find him. Just for this all to be over.

Review, my lovies.

Nicole.