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"Hello there, Dr. Cameron."
Cameron jumped a mile high in her place on the stoop. Her leg throbbed with protest. She spun around. "Oh god, don't do that! You scared the life out of me!"
It was Dr. Noah, the clumsy, clueless intern that worked in the emergency room. He stared at her with a curious smile and ran a hand through his black hair. "I didn't know that you lived here. Isn't this Dr. Chase's residence?"
Cameron couldn't deny the fact that Dr. Noah was quite the kind gentleman. He spoke with gentle authority. Nervously, Cameron rubbed her palm. "Umm…not really…well you see…I…uhh…"
Noah gently patted Cameron on the arm. "It's okay. I won't tell anyone about…well…you two."
Oh thank god. The last thing that I need is the world knowing about us. "Well thanks. I would appreciate that."
Noah stared up at the sky and saw a flash of lightning above his head. "Looks like the storm is getting close… I better start running home."
Cameron could smell the rain in the air and hear the sounds of thunder closing in. "Where do you live?"
"About ten blocks down."
That's a long walk. I'd feel bad making him walk in the storm. I'm sure Chase wouldn't mind. We do work together after all. Cameron smiled at him. "Why don't you stay here until after the storm passes? It looks like it'll be bad."
Noah shook his head. "No, I'll be fine. But thank you. I can't impose upon Dr. Chase and yourself like that."
Cameron shrugged her shoulders. "Suit yourself. See you on Monday."
Noah started to jog forward a few steps, until Cameron heard a loud popping sound. She heard it once, twice, and three times and in horror stared as Noah fell to the sidewalk.
The front door flung open and Chase ran out. He turned to Cameron, relieved that it wasn't her. "What happened?"
Instead of answering Chase, Cameron ran to where Noah had fallen and as soon as Chase caught wind of what had happened rushed to the scene as well. "Dr. Noah?!" Chase shook him and his eyes just rolled in the back of his head. "Can you hear me?"
"Check his vitals!" Cameron urged.
Chase's fingers searched for the carotid pulse and finally found it. Dr. Noah's pulse was fast and bounding. Cameron was searching for the wounds and found two small holes in Noah's lower left leg and one that had pierced the abdomen.
"He's got a pulse." Chase breathed with relief.
Cameron shook her head as she examined the entry sights of the wounds. "Chase, what kind of bullets are this small?" Please don't be what I think it is…
Chase glanced the wounds over and his eyes grew wide. "Those are BB gun bullets."
Cameron shook her head. "I was…afraid of that."
"Stay here." Chase commanded. "I left my phone in the house. I'm going to call for some EMTs to get here."
How could this happen? Why? This is getting out of hand. No one can go near me without having to fear that this 'stalker' will get them too. It's just not safe anymore… Cameron saw a flash of lightning and stared up at the dark clouds that loomed overhead. A drop of water hit her face.
And then came the storm…
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Cameron found herself seated on Chase's couch. She was draped in a towel to soak up all of the excess water. As she stayed out there with Noah, the storm hit full force, sending a sheet of rain down. But in all of that time, Cameron didn't move, even though she was being soaked.
Chase handed her a cup of steaming hot coffee and she accepted it with a weak smile. "Thanks." She whispered in a barely audible voice.
Chase sat beside her with his own cup of coffee. He gently draped an arm around her and Cameron leaned into his shoulder. "Maybe…we need to think up a plan about this sooner than expected."
"Call the police."
Chase rose from his seat. "Why didn't we think about that before? That's what most people would have done."
"You were too busy yelling at me, remember?" Cameron stated matter-of-factly.
"I'm still sorry."
Cameron laughed. "Sure. I guess I just 'forgot to tell you that your cat died a week ago'."
"Look," Chase felt a smile break onto his face. "That was the best thing that I could think to say at the time. You can't blame me for trying."
Cameron set her coffee down. "That was about the same as you saying," Cameron cleared her throat and began to imitate Chase's voice. "It's like telling me that my kangaroo died a week ago and you forgot to tell me."
Chase shook his finger at her. "Now that was just wrong. Just because I'm from Australia, does not mean that I ever had a pet kangaroo."
Cameron ran up and playfully kissed Chase. "Well, of course you didn't. You had a pet wombat."
"All right, that's it!" Chase grabbed Cameron and tackled her down to the couch. He began to tickle her stomach.
"Okay…okay…" Cameron laughed. "I'll stop messing with you…just call the cops now will you?"
Chase hopped up. "Right, right…almost forgot." He grabbed the phone.
Two cops arrived at the house an hour later. Not really great timing for Princeton-Plainsboro's police department, but who could complain, at least they showed up at all. It was a two person team consisting of a young, blonde haired woman and a pudgy, middle aged man.
Cameron, Chase, and the police were seated at the kitchen table. It was a tight fit, but managed to fit all four of them. The pudgy officer was the first to speak. "I'm Officer Clark and this is my partner Officer Rika. What exactly is the problem here?"
Cameron explained everything from a few weeks ago to now. She described the feelings of discomfort she felt to the fact that this Mr. Parks kept showing up where ever she went. She told about the BB gun incident with her just today and how Dr. Noah had recently been shot a few hours ago with a BB gun as well while he was talking with her.
Both officers seemed to be considering everything that Cameron said. For the first time during this, Officer Rika spoke up. Surprisingly she had a calm, gentle voice that was in deep contrast to Officer Clark's harsh, abrasive voice. "So you believe that this man. Mr. Parks, is stalking you with intent to harm?"
"He's the one who shot me, so apparently."
Officer Clark adjusted himself on the wooden seat. "Do you have any proof that he did it?"
"Well, no, but…" Cameron struggled for words. If she had no proof, she knew that nothing could be done. Nothing at all and this man could run around harming others, including herself, but get away all because of a lack of proof.
Chase stared Officer Clark intently in the eye. "I was around the corner and when I heard the shot, he was the only one around at all. There is no way that it was anyone else."
The officer studied Chase's face. "Well, who says it wasn't you, Dr. Chase?"
His partner, Rika, looked incredulous. "Are you kidding me? Dr. Cameron said—"
"Nothing, Rika." Clark glanced at Chase and Cameron. "You'll have to forgive her; she's new on the force. She doesn't know much, just yet."
Chase scratched his head, "How could it be me?"
Cameron shook her head. "It wasn't Chase, I'm sure. I would have seen him shoot me considering the fact that he was in front of me."
"Well, you never know. I'm just trying to cover all of the bases." Officer Clark took a sip of the coffee. "Would you be willing to take a lie detector test, Dr. Chase?"
Chase, who was in the process of taking a sip of coffee, spat it back into his cup. "What?! Why?! I think that we have already established that it wasn't me! I would do anything to hurt Cameron ever."
"Well—"
Officer Rika, who was idly sitting this out, spoke up. "I believe that that is enough, Officer Clark. He's not even a viable witness in this case, let alone the stalker at all. He's her boyfriend; there is nothing for Dr. Chase here to stalk. He already has the girl." I swear that Clark is a moron. New or not, I have more sense than him. Hell, a doorknob has more sense than him.
Well, this is not helping me in the least. Cameron thought to herself.
Chase wanted nothing more than to take the coffee he had given Officer Clark and toss it into his face. This is not helping Allison at all.
"I'm sorry to tell you…" Officer Clark began. "That there is nothing concrete here for us to deal with. We can make no judgments about this without solid evidence, which is lacking here. If something actually turns up, we'll help, but there is nothing that we can do now."
Officer Rika stared and was forced to follow as Officer Clark left. She wanted nothing more than to help these people because she could see the true worry in their eyes. They had legitimate worries and there was nothing that could be done.
The door shut behind the officers and all Cameron could do nothing but cry.