It's a really short chapter, sorry. But I'm too lazy to type a bunch of stuff. Summer's here and I'm feeling a case of I'd-rather-be-at-the-shore-right-now-instead-of-here-itis.

"I don't like it." Cameron said as she and Chase walked down Walnut Street. The sun was peeking out from the ominous, dark clouds, leaving it slightly chilly with a few wicked gusts of wind that threatened to knock Cameron down.

Chase walked with a hand gently placed at her lower back. "I kind of figured that the ER wasn't your kind of thing."

She jokingly punched him on the arm. "Hey, I don't think that anyone enjoys it. Nothing like seeing blood and guts after breakfast…mmm…oatmeal and puke."

Chase ran forward a few steps. "That was gross."

Cameron ran up after him. She tried to reach out a hand to grab him, but he evaded her. "You know that it's true. And will you get back here!"

"You're going to have to catch me first…" Chase darted off down the street, leaving Cameron in the dust.

She began to feel grateful that she ditched heels for sneakers to go with her jeans and white blouse. She sprung into a steady sprint and began to catch up with Chase rather fast.

Chase spun around to face her while he continued to run. "You're pretty fast."

Cameron felt like she was in high school again, chasing after the quarterback of the football team, jokingly, because he made fun of her. "Come on Chase, will you slow down?!"

Chase rounded the corner, but Cameron saw him progressively slow. She heard a popping sound not to far from her. The next thing that she knew, she was falling. After that, everything went black…

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"Allison! Allison, can you hear me? I see you opening your eyes, come on back to us here Cameron…Allison…whatever…"

Cameron opened her eyes and was met with the concerned stare of Chase, who had his hand gently placed on her cheek. "Who is us?" Her voice was barely a whisper.

Chase pulled a man into view. He had dirty brown hair and looked a little messy with pale skin. "This man found you. Someone shot you in the leg with a bee-bee gun while I was around the corner. This man was tending to your wounds as I came back when I noticed you were missing."

Cameron allowed her eyes to come into focus. She felt a little stinging in her leg, but it wasn't much. She stared at the face. I know you…oh no…not you! Cameron thrashed about until managed to pull herself away a few feet.

"You…you…you are the one stalking me! Just back away! Even better just go away!"

Chase grabbed Cameron's shoulders. "What are you talking about? This man was only trying to help you…"

Cameron turned her eyes to Chase. "Don't even tell me that you believe him! He…he…where'd he go?" She glanced about; he was gone in the blink of an eye.

Chase looked around as well. Damn, he moves quickly. "Do you want me to go after him? I'll—" He began to get up, Cameron caught his arm.

"No…let him go for now." Cameron pulled herself up.

"Here," Chase lifted Cameron into his arms. "Let me take you home."

For just a second, a small moment, Cameron felt safe.

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Cameron was had a bandage wrapped around her right leg. The "bullet" only managed to pierce her leg slightly, so there wasn't much damage done, just a cut and a little bit of swelling.

She knew she had to tell Chase about this whole stalker situation, but she feared that Chase would jump to conclusions. There was no stopping the inevitable, though, and Cameron knew that this time would come. He hadn't said a word the ride here, he was waiting for her to speak first.

"Chase…"

He sat down across from her.

"That man showed up at the ER once with a cut and was bothering me. We were just so busy that day and I neglected to mention that to you. But…the truth is…is that someone has been stalking me for a few weeks now. And I think it's him."

Chase stared. There was an expression on his face that Cameron had never seen before directed towards her: anger. "You forgot to tell me, conveniently, about someone who had the potential to hurt you in anyway?! How could you neglect to tell me?!"

Cameron's voice shrunk as Chase's grew louder. "I'm sorry, I—"

"Sorry?! You're sorry? Now you are telling me this and you are just sorry? It's the same as telling me that my cat died week ago, but you forgot to tell me."

Cameron's voice grew even lower as she felt tears well up. "I didn't forget…I just—"

Chase slammed his fist down on the cherry wood coffee table. Cameron had never seen him this upset before. "I love you, Allison! If you didn't forget, that what the hell were you thinking?!"

In a flash of fury, Cameron jumped up, ignoring the sudden, intense pain in her leg. "I was thinking that if I came here and told you about my stalker, you'd think that I only wanted to be with you to protect myself, when that isn't the case!!! You'd jump to conclusions, like you are doing right now. Better now? Do you need any more fucking clarification?!" Cameron crashed back down into her seat. "Does it make sense now…"

Chase thought for a moment. "It makes too much sense." He reached for Cameron's hand and she pulled it away. "I'm sorry…"

Cameron stood and limped towards the door. "Don't be. You would have done the same thing over and over again, wouldn't you have?"

Chase lowered his head. "Honestly, yes, I would have."

"As I figured…I still love you, Robert Chase. But realize that you are still just like every other man out there in some aspects."

Cameron opened the door and Chase turned in her direction. "Where are you going?"

"Outside. I need a breather."

"Well then, when you come back, why don't we decide what top do about all of this." This was Chase's way of apologizing.

Cameron just smiled, "Ok. That sounds good."

She stepped outside into the night's air. There was a fresh breeze and in the distance she saw lightning. Looks like it's going to storm…great, what a way to end the day. Cameron closed her eyes and stretched into the wind. Looking up, she saw the last of the stars disappear behind the clouds and the moon give up its futile attempt to shine past the clouds.

A voice by her apartment steps startled Cameron to the point that she jumped. "Hello there, Dr. Cameron."