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Mary sat down on the couch with the remote to the TV. Everyone had gone to bed hours ago, and ever since Wilson and Billy were killed she was not able to get more than a half an hour of sleep at one time. There was no better time to turn on the tape and watch it through. She pressed the 'play' button and a green sideways triangle appeared in the corner of her screen as the video cued up.
The sound was a little loud, so she turned down the volume so that she would be the only one that would be able to hear it. The picture quality was pretty bad, and the video was really dark, but it was still perfect. The camera, which seemed to be mounted in the corner of the room and over the door to Wilson's bedroom, was pointed at the top half of the bed. For most of the time, you could only see above their waists, and could barely make them out. But Mary wasn't really concerned over the picture. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the sound, pretending it was happening anew. She could almost feel his hands on her, touching her back and her stomach. When they finally ended, Mary had tears flowing down her cheeks. It was almost too much for her to bear.
Mary thought that the video was going to end there, but it didn't.
"Turn on the light?" Mary grinned; she knew when this was from.
"Why? Not tired?"
She laughed. "No."
He reached up and turned on the light. The video took a few seconds to adjust to the light, and when it did she could clearly make out their forms. Mary put her head on the pillow next to Wilson and his hand went to her shoulder.
"You don't want to go again, do you?"
She laughed again. "No." Mary touched his cheek. "I just wanted to see your face."
His fingers played on her back. "You OK?"
She nodded and rolled into him. "Yeah."
"Then, I didn't hurt you, did I? I tried not to."
She shook her head and kissed his neck. "No, you didn't hurt me."
"I feel like I did something."
"It's not you."
"We shouldn't have done this. It ruined our relationship."
"Will you calm down? You're being ridiculous. It's just that I was thinning about my last first time- my first first time. And I feel like I wasted it. Because this-"
"I'm amazing, aren't I?" She laughed. "I knew it."
"Well, you are. But I don't know-"
He kissed her forehead and sensed her insecurity. "I know. I get it."
Mary closed her eyes and ran her hand over his bare chest. "OK. Now I'm ready to go again."
Mary turned off the tape now and wiped her eyes. What possible reason could the universe have for making them stay apart? The back door opened in the kitchen and Mary quickly popped out the tape. Kevin heard the VCR going and came in from the kitchen.
"You're watching that thing?" He pointed at the tape.
"Yeah." Mary realized how that must have looked. "Not for- no." Her voice got quiet. "Just wanted to see him again."
Kevin understood. "You want something to drink?"
She laughed. "You came over here for a drink?"
"Yeah, well, we didn't have any more milk in the garage."
Kevin opened up the fridge and took out the milk. Mary got out two glasses and set them on the counter. Kevin filled both glasses and they sat at the kitchen table.
"I lost my dad when I was fifteen," Kevin started. "I didn't like to talk about it then and I like to talk about it now even less."
"So it doesn't get any easier?" Mary asked.
"No. But in time I did lost my belligerency over the whole thing. I pushed everyone away and yelled at my mom for the next three years. And then life got in the way and I had to move on."
"So you're saying I just have to wait for life to catch up with me?"
"You have to wait until the next big event, the next defining moment. Then it will will you out of this. But, until then, it's going to be really hard to just forget it all."
Mary nodded. "You're nice to try and comfort me. I know it's not an easy task. But it's going to take a while. I know that."
"Then if you get all of this, why put your family through all the torture?"
Mary smiled slightly. "For the same reasons you did."
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After church that morning, Mary didn't feel like going straight home. The family was all so concerned they were making her sick. She went to Detective Shapiro's office to talk about the tape. Not that she was eager for him to question her on it, but she had figured out the date of the tapes creation. She knocked on his door and entered.
"Mary, come in." She closed the door behind her and sat. "Did you watch the tape?"
"Yes, and I know when the tape was made. It was from the second Saturday in March."
"OK. That helps" Detective Shapiro nodded and got out his calendar. "March 13th, 2004."
"And it was about 10:30 at night. The camera looked like it was in the corner of his bedroom up by the door."
"Yeah. We saw the holes in the ceiling after we got the tape. No evidence of the camera, though."
Mary knew that that wasn't good. They needed more information. "Any leads?"
"We've got nothing Mary. I don't know how much longer we're going to be able to spend on this case, either. This is a long time to go with nothing."
"Are you trying hard enough?"
"Yes. And I've asked around. There's really nothing, Miss Camden. I'm sorry."
"Fine." She considered right then and there telling him she'd take things into her own hands, but she didn't know where to start from.
"I feel for you, I do. But we have rooms and rooms of unsolved cases. Those people feel just as bad as you do."
"So you're just going to let this killer get off? Go free? Make no arrests at all?"
"The only suspect we had was you. So if you want me to arrest you, if that'll make you feel better, I can do that. Otherwise we have no one to arrest."
Mary completely ignored his comments. "And when he comes after me, then what?"
"I'm sorry." He repeated. "I don't know what else to tell you."
"Fine. Just fine." Mary went for the door, but had to have the final word. "When this guy kills me, you're not welcome at my funeral."
Mary ran out of the police department and into her car. She slammed the door behind her and cried and cried. Nothing was going to happen to this sick and twisted man, if it was a man. It had it be a man; Wilson was stronger than probably most women. He was stronger than her. Mary had to bite her lip to finally stop crying. Then she drove back home.
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A/N: That watching-the-sex-tape scene and the conversation with Kevin after is probably my favorite part of the whole story. It's my two favorite things: cute little moments and uncommon pairings. But, back to me hating this. I'm on Chapter… 17 now (16 is completed) and I've realized that this story has no ending. Really. I've been thinking and thinking about it but I've got nothing. There really was no point to this story. It's one of those things that just happen. I guess it's extra contrived, much more than I had previously thought. It probably doesn't seem like that now, but you'll see it as the chapters progress.
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