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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 4

"Jess, wake up," someone whispered in my ear.

I grumbled and rolled over. However, this person was persistent.

"Baby, you have to wake up," they said again. Wait, 'baby'? Only one person calls me that. Well, besides my mother. And, considering I haven't seen or heard from her in quite a few years, it probably wasn't her. Oh, and this voice was distinctly masculine.

"Five more minutes," I said.

I heard someone suppress a laugh. But then they shook me.

Can't they just leave me alone?

"Jess! Wake up!"

My eyes shot open and I looked around. Oh, it was Rob.

Duh, it was Rob.

"What?" I said groggily. "Why are you waking me up at—" I glanced at the alarm clock on my bedside table. "—6 a.m.?"

"Because they found him, Jess. They found him." He was obviously ecstatic. But . . . who was he talking about. I voiced this and he said, "The guy from your vision!"

"What?" I bolted upright and looked at him.

"Come on. Get dressed and we'll go over to the headquarters. Krantz wants us there."

I stared at him for a moment, scrutinizing him. "They seriously found him?"

"Yes!" he exclaimed.

I smiled and ran to get dressed. I didn't even bother with a shower. If they really got him, then I'd be too happy to care if I was clean or not.

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I stared at the guy through the glass.

"It's not him," I said quietly.

Krantz and Rob both stared at me. They didn't believe me.

"It's not him," I said, a little louder.

Rob looked at me questioningly. "Jess, how - what do you mean its not him?"

"It's not him," I said. "Sure, it looks like who I described, but its not him."

Okay, this was getting weird. I mean, they didn't get him? They got the wrong guy? Could the FBI really be that screwed up?

All these questions were running through my head. I couldn't think clearly. I had to get out.

So I did. I ran. I ran out of there, all the way to the bus stop on 34th street. Rob ran after me, but I all ready had a head start. Luckily I had some cash in my back pocket to give to the bus driver. But I had no cell phone or any means of communication. That was my biggest mistake.

No, running away was my biggest mistake.

I knew Rob and Krantz would be tracking the bus location, so I pressed the stop button and got off near a café.

It's not that I didn't want to see Rob, but I just couldn't be near him at the moment. I needed some time alone and I knew I wouldn't get that if I was with him. Everyone would want to be poking and prodding me and asking me questions. I just couldn't handle that right now. I needed some space.

I ordered some coffee and a Danish at the café. I ate quickly and paid in cash. Then I took a walk. It was a good thing that I knew where I was too. Living in New York City for over five years, not to mention working in the FBI building, well, let's just say you get to know the place pretty well.

I thought of my kids as I was walking. What would I do if anything ever happened to them? What would I do if anything ever happened to Rob?

What would I do?

Knowing my cowardice, I would probably run away. I wouldn't kill myself. I was too much a coward to do that. But I wouldn't want to live, though. I'd just want to crawl in a whole and die somewhere.

But I wouldn't let anything happen to them.

It was as I was thinking that that I walked right into someone. "Oh, I'm so sorry," I said, meeting the gaze of the person I bumped into.

He smiled at me. "No. It was my fault. I'm sorry."

I knew that smile. I've seen it somewhere.

I didn't dwell on it though. I let the man go on his way after I apologized once more. But it was as I continued walking that I remembered who he was.

It was him.

The man from my vision.

Why hadn't I recognized him from before? And WHY hadn't I brought my cell phone?

I looked over my shoulder and saw that he was talking to someone. That someone looked at me and saw that I was looking at him. He nodded to his boss, the man from my vision, who looked at me too. He smirked.

I ran.

I ran to the nearest bus station and hopped on. I wasn't fast enough, though. They followed me on the bus. The man from my vision sat next to me.

He slyly positioned his gun in my side. "If you stop this bus," he hissed, "I will shoot you."

It wasn't exactly like my vision, but that was a good thing. Rob and my kids weren't getting hurt. I was happy for that.

But I could get hurt if I didn't play this right.

All ready I could tell this guy was smart, slick. I had to play dirty.

"And what use will I be to you after you shoot me?" I whispered.

I saw him narrow his eyes. "I don't need you. This is simply for revenge."

Oh. Yeah, that. I kind of forgot that. I just thought he might have wanted me to find someone for him. At least I could keep the status quo then. But now? Well, he could shoot my brains out right now and he wouldn't have a care in the world.

Okay, this was bad. Really bad. And to think, all I wanted was peace.

The bus stopped and we got off. This time he pressed the gun to my back and kept pushing me forward. He pushed the gin to my side again and slipped his other arm around my shoulders.

I shuddered in disgust. He was too close to me for comfort.

I hoped someone would see the gun and call the police or something.

And then I saw the worst possible person I could see then. No, it wasn't Rob or Krantz. It was Kara.

She came right up to me. "Jess, hi! Wait, who is this?" she said, noticing the guy who had his arm draped over my shoulders. I had to think of a good answer, fast. "Wait, you're not cheating on Rob, are you?"

Okay, my answer has been found. It would almost kill me to say it, but I had to. I looked at the guy next to me and said, "No - I - okay, you caught me. Just - please don't tell Rob. It would break his heart!"

Her eyes widened. Wow, I guess I was believable. "What? How could you? I thought you two were perfect for each other! And you guys are engaged!"

"Yeah, well, Richard and I are on the way to the clinic. I - I think I might be pregnant. Just - please don't tell Rob?" Uh, Richard, nudged me in the side. I grabbed his wrist, as much as it killed me to do so, and looked at the time. "We have to go, the appointment is at noon."

And then we walked off. "Hmm," he said. "Didn't think you were that good of a bluffer."

I didn't respond. I had just told my best friend that I was cheating on my fiancé.

I shuddered again.

I also felt bad for lying to Kara like that. She was going to take the (fake) news hard. And knowing her, she'd go and tell Rob. Oh, God, he would never forgive me—

Wait, she'd tell Rob that I was with some strange-looking guy. And he would get suspicious and come and look for me. He'd know that it was him, the guy from my vision, that took me.

Well, I hope that's how it would go, anyway.

He shoved me into a sleek black Sedan and sat next to me, once again, with the gun in my side. Then his buddy put the petal to the metal. About a few miles down the road, he stopped and we got out.

He led me up the steps of a building and in the actual building. I looked around the building. It was an old run-down office building. It was crawling with spiders and other nasty creatures; it was covered in cobwebs and dust. The other thing that I saw?

Guns. Lots of them. It was almost frightening.

"You see these guns, girly? You mess with me, I won't hesitate to use one of these on you."

I nodded. He threw me in a chair and tied me up. I didn't fight. I honestly didn't want to me shot.

The thing I wanted to know: why hadn't they killed me yet if this was just for revenge?

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