About 2 days went by and Jess always felt watched while Norman's strategies to sleep slowly lost their touch.

Jessica headed out to her course and Norman headed to work. Jessica walked back home but Norman was still stuck in how to get another lead. He searched through files and reports but nothing matched the name Jerry or the red car.

"BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP!" his cellphone buzzed and chimed on his desk. He picked it up. "Hel-" he was cut off by a panicked voice. "My fucking house is ruined! It looks like someone ransacked the place!" Jessica's voice was in panic. "Jess? Wh-what happened?!" Norman stunned by all the yelling. "Someone's been here and trashed the place!" she yelled in frustration. "Ok Jess, I need you to get out of there now and wait on your street with a crowd of people I'll be there immediately!" He answered her with a calm assertive voice letting her now she was safe but really he was just as scarred as she was. He put the phone in his pocket and booked it out the door. "Taxi!" he shouted but none of the orange cars were empty. "TAXI!" he shouted in a panic. *Fuck i have no time for this, I gotta go by foot!* he ran through the crowd bumping into and excusing people. Running for almost 5 minutes he made it to the street across Scolvard University. Norman scanned the crowd with no sign of Jess. He crossed the street and moved through the people trying to find her pale freckled face. *Where is she!?* he spun around multiple times in one spot. Soon his symptoms crept up on his mind. The people around him started to turn into autumn trees. *FUCK! NO! NO!* he stumbled trying to keep his balance as people shoved him. *Fuck... noo...noo... She needs me...she... needs...*

"NORMAN!" a voice broke the sound of leaves rustling. "Norman!" he blinked his eyes and started to see a defined female figure moving towards him. He leaned forward trying to get closer.

*shit his symptoms... He gonna fall…* she pushed past the people and ran up to Norman just as he was about to topple over. "Norman... Norman..." she shook his shoulders. "Norman!"

His vision altered back to the crowd of people surrounding Jessica's face. "Jess...?" he blinked and could feel his muscles gain control again. "Norman what do we do?" she panicked supporting his weight. "Hold on..." he got up off her and to the side of the sidewalk. "Taxi!" he attempted to lift up his arm but lost his balance. Before he could fall face first she caught him. "Taxi!" she shouted as she hailed a passing taxi which slowed down at the sight of her needed assistance. Jessica seated Norman in and got in herself. "Where do we go Norman?" she shook his shoulder. He blinked finally being able to see. "Boulevard St. Sir" he ordered drunkly to the taxi driver. Jessica leaned over to Norman and put her fingers under his chin tilting his head back. "No nosebleed... That's good." she released his chin to it original position.

They arrived at his apartment and she hauled him to the lobby elevator. "What floor?" she paused before hitting any buttons. "7..." he managed to lift his hand and press the button. His arms were working but his legs needed more time. She held him with his arm over her shoulders and her other arm wrapped around his waist. Norman liked the feeling of being close to her and Jessica sure didn't mind the extra body heat. The elevator 'dinged' and she took him down the hall. "This one..." he stopped her from moving any farther. Room 340. Norman fumbled his key into the lock as Jess held him up. He swung the door open after unlocking it.

Once they got settled in and Norman could work his legs they could finally talk about what happened and what to do next.

"So where do I go?" Jessica asked as Norman sat on his leather couch with his face in his hands. "You're staying here for now... Until we catch the killer." Norman knew there were other options like her renting a hotel room but he wanted to know she was safe... And close. "Ok... I can sleep on the couch..." she knew not to refuse his offer, she didn't feel like testing his and her pride, she didn't have the energy for it. "You can sleep in my bed... Oh! But don't worry I'll be on the couch!" Norman covered up a word fumble that sounded as an invitation to sleep in the same bed with him. "No. No. Its ok I like couches. It's your home." this she had to refuse, she felt she was taking too much from him. "No..." he looked up at her and saw her soft face giving him a sympathetic look. "Okay...whatever you want." He stood up and walked to the kitchen. "Want a drink?" he poured himself some vodka. "Nah I'm not much of a drinker." she smirked breaking the awkward sadness that lingered in the room. "Really cause I thought you'd be the partying type." he looked at her school bag full of books. "'Ha ha' yup that's me party Patty..." She smiled and sat on a stool in front of the island Norman had his glasses and vodka on. "Heh party Patty?" he chuckled and smiled at her. "I made it up on the spot okay?" she started smiling. "Yea I can tell." he jokingly said as he took a sip out of his concoction. She sighed. "Heh yea I'm not a party person... Hate socializing with party freaks or popular bitches or ... creepy jocks." she looked down at her fingers. "Well maybe that's a good thing..." he smiled as her head rose and held eye contact with her staring into her blue eyes. "Well I'm ready for bed..." she broke the mesmerizing stare and stood up. "But it's only 9:30?" Norman protested finishing his drink. "I'm an early sleeper and an early riser." she smiled and shrugged proud of her different personality. "Heh funny… Ok well let me set up your bed... And uh if you need pajamas I have some large shirts and track pants in the bottom dresser in that room." he nodded to the room as he got out some sheets.

"Is my bed ready." a cherry tired voice came from behind him. "Yup all ready..." he turned around to see the petit, slender but curvy girl standing barefoot with nothing on but one of his old shirts. Even though it did go down to her knees it shocked him to see how cute she could be in his old shirt. *Wow... that shirt... looks... good on her...* he didn't even want to be rude or piggish in his thoughts. He quickly stopped himself from staring at her and looked at the bed. "Ok... If um you need another blanket or something just call my name okay?" he looked back at her, she was blushing. "Okay I will." she pranced to the couch and got under the covers while Norman walked into his bedroom.

*Norman don't be perverted she's 21 calm down...* he got undressed to look down and see the warmth of his 'pride' sticking out. *I'm hard?!* He got in his pjs quickly and slipped into bed. *Really!? I get a stiffy seeing a girl almost fully clothed and not one from seeing 'women' almost showing there tits prancing around at work!* He looked down at it...still high and mighty. *Don't worry it'll go away...* he turned out the light. "Goodnight..." Jessica's voice entered Norman's thoughts. "Goodnight..." he replied back letting himself smile at the awkward predicament.

Norman woke up rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The sun rays hit the bottom of his bed. Once he was fully awake he peeked under the covers. *Good it's gone* He sighed and jumped out of bed confident and strutted his way into the main room. The couch had untidy sheets dispersed among it but with no Jessica tangle up asleep in them. *Where is she...?* he did a 180 getting a view of everything behind him seeing if she was there. "Jess!" he called out. Norman searched every room. *Where the hell is she!?* He was getting worried. The nervous man threw on his clothes and headed for the door to look for her when a piece of paper fell from it. "Went to school. Done at 3. Will be here at 3:30 or 4... Depending on how fast I walk!?" he crumpled up the paper. "Is she out of her mind?! There's a fucking killer on her ass... Shes... Winde... Up dead" he mumbled the rest as he left the building.

Norman stood before her apartment building. *Well she'll be done at 3... That's when I'll pick her up but now it's only 11... I have 4 hours to search her apartment for clues... Might as well make use of the free time I have.* Still mad he entered the building and Room 94 with ease considering it was unlocked still.

"Wow... She wasn't kidding... looks like somebody threw a party... And the party gifts were leaf blowers and hammers..." the place was turned upside down. The couch and chairs were flipped the cupboards tipped over. Norman pulled out his recorder. "Scene looks as if the suspect was not looking for something... Items tipped over, not opened and searched, just demolished... Almost as if done out of rage." he stepped over the remains to the kitchen which was also a disaster. "...paper in oven looks as if the suspect wanted to burn the place..." broken glass cracked under his foot when he went to the living room and then into the bed room. What he saw shocked him. "...bedroom..." he paused taking it in. "...completely tidy..." The room was spick and span, nothing out of place, just left completely clean. Norman spotted an open drawer, he walked over and inspected it. "No..." he breathed to himself. He turned his head and closed his eyes as he shut her dispersed underwear drawer. "Suspect has seem to have taken some of the... victim's... undergarments..." Norman forced it out to the recorder. He looked over the room and found a letter on the bed. "A note on victim's pillow reading: 'Why... Why do you have to love another man... I thought we had something! Don't worry my little firecracker...I'll make sure we find that... spark again.'" Norman swallowed a hard lump in his throat as he shut his eyes just trying to forget what he saw and read. *What sicko would do this, and who is this guy Jess 'loves', is it a metaphor or is it true.* He checked his watch, 2:48, time to get Jessica. As he made his way down the stairs of the apartment he was dead silent... Even in his thoughts.

Jessica left from her 2nd course, ready to leave the school and walk to Norman's when a big blonde brute stepped in front of her. "Hey! Jess where you headed tonight?" He walked awkwardly with her, diagonally facing her, yet in front of her. "I'm busy... sorry... and try not to call me 'Jess' I hate nicknames." She tried being cold to him give him the hint that she didn't like him. "Well I thought maybe you'd like to come to my party?" Jessica kept walking but at a faster pace yet he still followed her. Finally she made it out the front doors and was on her way down the steps. "Jessica!" he grabbed her arm for the second time that week, and that was one too many times for Jessica. She spun on her heal. "Let go of me now." she gave him a death stare as her words came out calm and harsh. "Why don't you come to the party? It'll be fun! Alcohol... music... Dancing... You'll stay up till the morning just partying like a freak! C'mon!" he gripped her arm tighter. Everything that came out of his mouth Jessica deeply despised. "I hate parties, thank you for the offer, now give me back my arm." and just like that she ripped herself from his grip. "Bu-" he was cut off by a voice yelling in the distance. "Jess!" Norman shouted out to her, just wanting to get her attention. Jessica turned around to see Norman jogging up the steps towards her. "Norman!" she shouted with glee as she met him half way and hugged him. Norman was really shocked unexpecting her to hug him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest, giving Bret a show of who she belongs too. Still he had the nerve to come back. "So you never answered me you wanna come to my party?" He looked at her then eyed up Norman. Jessica clung onto Norman's arm as she stood beside him. "Sorry Bret but no..." she didn't want to sugar coat it anymore. Bret frowned then eyed up Norman again. "I assume you're her boyfriend?" Norman went wide eyed but before he said no Jess gave his arm a tight squeeze. "Y-Yes... I am." "Well..." Bret grabbed Norman's other hand and shook it with unnecessary force. Norman hid his pain. "...you better keep an eye on her." the blonde jock did his awful grin and wink combo as he left.

Jessica felt that awful wave of disgust wash over her as Norman felt that warm wave of confusion wash over him. She let his arm go and let out a deep sigh. "Thanks, 'creepy lover boy' was on my ass..." She looked at the doors of the school as Bret entered them. "Lover boy?" Norman was just bathing in confusion. "Yea, he's been asking me out or asking me to go with him to places." she collected herself and looked at Norman who was also staring at the doors. "What's his name again?" he wasn't staring at the doors he was staring blankly in that direction just thinking. "Bret...? Why...?" her eyebrows furrowed.

They walked to Norman's apartment talking about the case but Norman left out the details about her missing underwear.

"Creepy... Just plain creepy." She said to Norman as they entered his apartment. "Yea..." he knew that that wasn't even the worst part. "What's the time?" she sat on the couch. "Um... 5:00." he glanced at the sharp metal abstract clock in the kitchen. "Wow we defiantly took our time walking ... what's for dinner?" she kicked off her shoes and laid down. Norman opened and searched the fridge. "...um... why don't we go out for dinner?" he said with a dry chuckle. Jessica sat up quickly looking at Norman. "Really?! You have no food?" she smiled then laid down again. "Well where will we eat." she sighed. "Do you like sushi?" he shut the fridge and looked at Jessica who sprung up wide eyed looking at him. "YES! Motherfucking yes!" And like that Jess threw on normal clothes and they headed out.

Dinner talk was quiet but Norman really enjoyed the company considering he almost never talks to people unless it's necessary. Jessica enjoyed her sushi as she savored every bite. The bill was expensive but Norman didn't want to ruin the euphoric aura coming off Jessica. Plus he saw her eyes twinkle every time she devoured raw salmon. *God she's cute...* he was almost drooling but stopped himself every time she looked up at him.

They got back and went to sleep in their own beds thinking of the nice evening they had.

Jessica snuggled her head into her pillow and squirmed into her blankets getting warm. *Damn... That was really really nice of Norman to get me all that sushi... I wonder how much it cost him? Crap it was probably expensive... I'll just pay him back somehow... Meh whatever opportunity comes along.*

Norman was sleepy but still his mind raced. *So Bret is probably mad at Jess... Could it be him? I still have to keep on open mind on suspects though... But he is the closest one I've got.* he remembered the underwear drawer. *whoever the killer is he better not touch Jess... or any other girl.* he finalized his mental sentence wanting to fool himself into thinking that he doesn't care just about Jessica. He slept that night, normally, just like last night.

/Yes we finally get some more action from the killer and yes more drama more stupiditty and more sexual tension. :p what would this story be with out its sexual tension? (a crappy murder mystery) (yay). Anyways if you spot some or lots of grammar mistakes go ahead and tell me (if it really bugs you). I will fix them and be more aware of them in the next chapter./