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Chapter 8

A few hours later the two were woken from their sleep by the phone ringing. John quickly grabbed his glasses from the nightstand and reached for the phone. "What is it?" Sara muttered, her arm was still draped over John's stomach.

"Phone." John replied, the location of her arm did not go unnoticed to him. "Munch." He answered.

"Hey, it's Fin. We just got a call from Sara's neighbor. Apparently they heard someone in her apartment and called the police."

"Did they find anything?"

"Yeah, it was Kline. He trashed the place and left a warning note."

"Okay, I'll be right over."

"You might want to bring Sara with you, we don't know what this guy might know."

"Right, okay we'll be there in a few." John hung up the phone and turned to look at Sara who was now sitting up.

"What happened?"

"Kline went back to your apartment, trashed the place. We have to get over there."

"We?" Sara asked confused.

"Yeah, it's not a good idea to leave you alone because we don't know what this guy might know about you… are you okay?" John asked, noticing that Sara had slightly paled.

"Uh… yeah, just kind of weird that he was in my apartment again…" Her voice lowered to a whisper when she added, "It scares me."

"Sara…. Hey Sara look at me. There is nothing to be scared of okay? We'll catch this guy and put some new locks on your doors, make sure that everything is secure. Until then you'll stay with me. You feel safe with me right?"

"Yes." She nodded, looking up at him and forcing a smile. "I trust you more than anyone else."

"Then you have nothing to be afraid of… except for the fact that I'm the person you trust most… what the hell is that about?" He asked with a joking smile.

Sara smiled at him and was about to say something when she instead decided to lean in and let her lips slowly press against his.

"What was that for?" John asked when she pulled away.

"For being a smart ass." Sara said before getting out of bed and picking up her jeans from the floor.

"Have you met me? There's a lot of kissing to make up for."

"Later. Get dressed." She said, walking out the door to find her shoes that were on the living room floor next to two empty bottles of beer.

"Always later." She hears him mutter.

"Hey if you complain it'll be rescheduled to never."

"Well that's just mean." He says, coming out of the bedroom while putting on his jacket. Sara laughed and walked over to him, giving him another kiss.

"Lets go."

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"You live like two blocks away, what took so long?" Fin asked as Munch and Sara got off of the elevator.

"It's two in the morning, people are usually asleep." John replied. "How bad is it?"

"Completely trashed, even the kitchen." Fin said, opening the door and leading them in. The crime scene investigators were still there taking pictures and collecting evidence. "Looks like he stopped to have a snack."

"Nice to know he eats kosher." Sara quipped, looking around her disheveled home. She fell silent when she noticed that picture frames had been thrown carelessly to floor, the glass shattered over the pictures that they once protected. The books that she had collected over the years had been hurled onto the floor as well, some of the pages had been ripped from the spines and others were just lying there. "He went into the other rooms too?"

"Yeah, about the same thing. Stuff thrown on the floor, we think he was just trying to make a point, not actually looking for something." Sara just nodded and wondered down the hall to her bedroom. The drawers were open, some were actually pulled out of the bureau and had been thrown onto the bed and floor. Her clothes were strewn through out the room; hanging off the bed, wrinkled on the floor, and some were dangling from drawers.

Sara froze when she saw that her nightstand had also been emptied. Her address book and journal had both been laid out and were opened to certain pages. The black address book was opened to the page marked Det. John Munch. And her journal was opened to a formerly blank page that Evan wrote a message for her on.

A detective friend Miss Cohen? How convenient for you. I do so enjoy a challenge.

I'll be coming for you soon.

Sara felt fear take over her body when a hand landed on her shoulder. A gasp escaped her lips before she could turn around to see…

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