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Chapter 8: Tangled

Chase sat on the couch engrossed in his crossword as Cameron came into the lounge. As she went over to the counter for coffee, he set down the crossword and stood. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

She jumped at his touch but didn't move away. She continued preparing her coffee as he put his mouth next to her ear and whispered, "I've missed you." She shivered at his warm breath against her skin, but ignored him.

She turned around, still in his arms, and tried to push past him. Chase's grip tightened, refusing to let her go. "What, Chase?" She asked. "What do you want?"

"You," he replied, pulling her body against his.

She rolled her eyes and tried to push away with her good arm. "Stop messing around. We've been through this before. It won't work."

"I don't care what we've said before. I just want to focus on the now."

She nodded. "Okay, let's focus on the now. Don't you have work to do?"

He shook his head. "Nope, there are no cases right now."

"Why can't you leave me alone?" She asked desperately. "I already feel horrible about myself right now, I don't need you here messing with my mind."

His arms fell from her waist, unsure of what to say.

She pushed past him, leaving her coffee and headed out the door.

Thinking before he acted, he turned around and followed her. "I'm not messing with your mind you know."

She shot a look to him as she continued walking. "Chase, leave me alone."

He sped up so he was right next to her. "What if I don't want to?"

She stopped outside of a door, her hand resting on it. "Then I'll have to go somewhere that you can't follow." She pushed the door open, entering and letting it slam in his face, the word "Women's" right in his vision.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open and entered the women's bathroom.

Cameron was bent over the sink, splashing water into her face. "Okay," she muttered to herself, "he's just messing with your mind. This will all pass when I get back out there. It'll be okay." She had yet to realize that Chase was standing right there.

Drying off her face, Cameron stood up, catching Chase in her sight. She let out a scream, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle it. Dropping her hand, she said, "What the hell are you doing in here?"

"I want to talk to you," he replied. "But you can't keep running away from me bcause you're scared."

"I'm not scared!" She snapped. "I'm just sick of you playing this stupid game! N You think it's funny to messing around with my mind? Well it's not! I'm already in enough pain, I don't need you adding to it!"

Chase looked down at her. He could see the disbelief in her eyes. "I love you, Allison…" He continued before she could say anything. "I know that you're afraid because you loved that mysetrious savior and he let you down. I know that you loved your husband but he's gone now."

"You're wrong!" She yelled, finally feeling like she was able to speak. "I didn't love that mysterious savior! I was upset because I just found my boyfriend cheating on me with my best friend. I could've fallen for anybody!" Chase tried to open his mouth to speak but Cameron continued. "I didn't love him and I don't love you!"

Chase nodded before leaving the bathroom.

Cameron felt sick to her stomach, her head was spinning. She ran into the nearest stall and held her hair back as she vomitted.

Chase went into the diagnostics lounge an hour later and found Foreman sitting in there, drinking his coffee. "Hey, Foreman," he said calmly. "Have you seen Cameron?"

"Um, kinda. One of the nurses found her vomitting in the bathroom and sent her home."

"Oh…" He sat down next to Foreman on the couch, immersing himself in a crossword.

Cameron lay, dazed, on her couch. She hadn't really moved from that spot in three days. She hadn't really eaten either, she still felt sick to her stomach. She hadn't talk to anyone besides the nurses since she went home.

The front room was completely dark. All the lights were off and the blinds were shut. There was nothing that even gave off a little light. She just stared into the darkness.

There had been something about her conversation with Chase the other day. It made her feel sick. It wasn't so much that she was physically sick but that her mind had been twisted into making herself feel sick.

She cringed as there was a sharp knock on her door. She pulled the blanket over her head, trying to ignore the knocking. But whoever was on the other side of the door wasn't giving up.

"Go away!" She finally yelled.

But they still knocked.

"Leave me alone!" She snapped.

More knocking.

She threw the covers off and stumbled over to the door. She yanked it open and yelled, "Leave me to-" Her voice faultered as she saw Chase in her doorway. "- rot in peace," she finished quietly.

AN: What's going on with them? I wonder… I'm not even sure I know. JK. Anyways, please R&R!