Okay, I'm having technical difficulties. I will have a beta soon, I hope. I just didn't want people to loose interestin my story so here's chapter five.

Oh and the notes will ,from now on, be written out in letters. I discovered while typing up my story that it takes way too long to type in all those numbers. So this is the last chapter with the numbers.


Warrick almost threw the papers across the room. He wasn't angry with the results…Well, he sort of was.

"Watch it! You could give someone a fatal paper cut." Sara said from behind him.

Warrick laughed outright. It wasn't something he normally would have done but he was tense and he really needed to escape.

"Sorry, I'm just frustrated. It's all just numbers. What did he do; send you his math homework? I got it!" he smiled. "We're looking for a high school kid."

"Ha! No such luck." She handed over her notebook. "I figured it out."

"Thank God. Maybe you can make sense of this then." He picked the paper up off the floor and handed it over taking the notebook in return.

He read and re-read the note. All the laughter vanished from his face.

"These are from two notes." He met Sara's eyes. "When did the second one come?"

"Nick got it form my car and brought it up about thirty minutes ago." She admitted.

"Were there pictures too?" he asked knowing if he didn't ask she wouldn't volunteer the information.

Sara suddenly couldn't meet his gaze. He took her with two hands.

"What was in the pictures?" he urged.

"Me." She answered keeping her head down.

"Sara!" he said in a warning tone.

"Taking a shower, shaving my legs, changing before and…after work." She finished looking everywhere but at him.

"Damn, girl." He said pulling her into a one-arm hug. "We'll get him."

She gave him a crooked smile.

"Yeah." She freed herself and gestured with the note he gave her, "I'm gonna work on this. It'll take a while."

He nodded.

"I'm gonna get some coffee, you want some?"

"Naw, I just had some." She took back her notebook and flipped to a new page. She sat down at the counter and copied down the numbers:

9,22,5 ,2,5(2),14 23,1,20,3,8,9,14,7 8,5,18 13,15,14,20,8,19 11,14,15,23 9 12,15,22,5 8,5,18 2,21,20 19,8,5 19,13,9,12,5,4 18,4,1,25.
9 23,15,14,4,5,18 23,8,1,20 19,8,5 23,15,21,12,4 19,1,15 9,6 9 8,5,18?
9 12,15,22,5 20,8,5 23,1,25 8,5,18 8,19,18 3,21,18,12,5,19 7,5,20,19 8,21,13,9,4 9 2,5,20 8,5,18 23,1,19 23,8,5,14 19,8,5 23,1,19 25,15,21,14,7,5,18. 9 8,5 23,1,19 1 6,15,24 9,14 8,9,7,8 19,3,8,15(2),12. 9 16,18,1,25 15,14,5 4,1,25 19,8,5,12(2) 5 12,9,11,5 9 12,15,22,5 8,5,18

And over that in large numbers as if scribbled like a quick reminder:

9 23,1,14,20 8,5,18!

Going through and aligning the numbers with letter she came up with half sentences:

I'VE BE(2)N WATCHING HER FOR MONTHS…KNOW I LOVE HER BUT SHE SMILED…RDAY.
I WONDER WHAT SHE WOULD SAY IF I…HER?
I LOVE THE WAY HER HAIR CURLES…GETS HUMID. I BET HER HAIR WAS…WHEN SHE WAS YOUNGER. I…HE WAS A FOX IN HIGH SCHO(2)L. I PRAY ONE DAY SHEL(2)…E LIKE I LOVE HER.

And then:

I LOVE HER

Sara read over the message. It wasn't like the other notes. This wasn't addressed to her like the others. Pondering this she decided this was a passage out of a journal or diary. She snatched up her new note and went to the break room.

She found Warrick with his head in a fresh cup of coffee. She sat down next to him at the table and handed over her translation.

"We're missing parts: '…KNOW I LOVE HER' maybe 'she doesn't?' Looks like he cut your page out of his book." He thought about the rest then filled it in. "'AT ME YESTERDAY' I don't know what he wants to do here. He says you've seen him."

"Yes but that could be millions of people. I could have been smiling at anyone and he though it was him I was looking at."

"Yeah. '…WHEN IT GETS HUMID.' 'I BET SHE WAS A FOX!' I bet you were." He smiled.

She gave him a bemused look,

"I'm done with this." She stood up. "I'm gonna go find Catherine. She's processing my nuddy shots."

Warrick decided not to laugh at that.

"All right. If you don't need me, I'm gonna go help out Nick."

"Sure, later then."

TBC…

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