/Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays heres you present: Another chapter (with a decent ending)./
Norman came home from work and immediately fell onto the couch too tired to stand. *Why is it that every time I work I come home tired and disappointed...* he looked over at the island and the empty vodka bottle on it. *well looks like I'll be staying tired and disappointed for the rest of tonight* he sighed. *this fucking case has too many dead ends! Absolutely no one saw a red car getting away that morning! How's that possible!* Norman leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees. *This is just a fucking mess of a case...* he let his face fall into his palms. *I wish I had the ARI... I haven't had any convulsions or anything...* he peeled his face from his hands and laid back into the couch. *Maybe I should go back into the FBI...* this thought lingered in his mind. *Give the case to someone else and go back to my goal in life... like Jess and her analysts.* he quickly thought about Jess. *Yea... Someone can take her case but she can stay here...right? I would be an FBI agent: perfect protection. They'd have to allow it I'd be a higher rank.* Norman was piecing together his fantasy world as he slowly passed out on the couch.
"So uh... What's your story why are you becoming a 'symbol analysis'?" Bret smiled leaning on the table. "Hmm I don't know I just find it... Interesting." she forced a smile back and took a sip of her wine. What was a coffee date turned into a glass of wine. Jessica at a loss of words to fill the awkward silence, threw the question back at him. "What about you?" "Oh uh...my parents- well dad...want me to become an archeologist... I kinda do too but all of my friends want me to join them for the NHL auditions." He scratched the back of his head obviously admitting something he didn't want to. "Hmm well I'm glad you're picking the path you want." Jessica was surprised by his gain of knowledge and praised him. "Really- I mean thanks." He gave her a genuine smile which actually let Jess see the true Bret.
"Norman!" an angry voice woke the tired man up. "Jess! What's wrong!" he sprung up off the couch. "Look what you let happen to me!" Jessica said in a grumpy tone pointing at her green scarf. Norman furrowed his eyebrows confused at this notion. "What's... wrong...?" He looked at her upset pale face. She started unraveling her scarf. "Look what you let him do to me." Once the scarf was removed it revealed a massive 1 inch wide slit stretching all the way across the front of her throat. Norman was stunned, completely shocked. "Jess! Wh-what happened!" he immediately shot out towards her covering the gash with her scarf. "Oh God... You're bleeding..." Blood was seeping through the scarf as if it had now started to react as if cut again. "You let this happen to me!" Her emotions changed from grumpy to distressed and panicked. Her knees started buckling letting her fall gently to the ground as Norman held her to break her fall. "No! I wouldn't do that! I w-would never do that!" Norman was shouting at her, holding tight onto the scarf with both hands, she lay half on him and the ground. Blood was everywhere, it had seeped through the scarf onto her clothes and onto Norman's hands and lap. "Norman..." Jessica's eyes were filled with tears, her voice now brought down to a whisper. "...why..." the girl lay limb in his arms staring at him with a lifeless glare. "Jess!" he shook her still keeping his hands on the gash. "JESSICA!" Norman's vision went blurry from his tears building up. "JESSICA!" he started crying over her, still trying to stop the bleeding. 'knock knock knock' he quickly took his eyes off her to look at the door. 'knock knock knock'. "JESSICA!" he screamed out returning his sight to the dead girl. He looked down at her neck and the blood and scarf were gone. "Jessica..." he removed his hands to only see finger like strangle marks and bruises on her neck. "...no..." he looked at the palms of his hands: they were red due to pressure or irritation. "...no... Jess... please... no... I didn't..." he let his head fall on her chest begging to hear the warm sound of her heart beat. "...Jes...s...s..." he was now hiccupping and slobbering gripping Jessica limb body. 'Knock knock knock!' "...why..." 'KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!'.
Norman gasped quickly as he sprung off the couch. He wiped the sweat from his forehead as his chest pumped at a fast speed keeping up with his heart. "It was just a dream..." he whispered to himself taking a big gulp after. 'Knock knock knock' "Norman are you home! I forgot my keys!" Norman took deep breaths. "Y-yea I am... hold on!" he walked over and opened the door for Jess. She came in passing Norman and putting her bag on the floor beside the couch. "Did I wake you?" she turned to him and gave him a sympathetic look. Norman checked her neck and it was spotless. "Oh no..." He looked over at the clock. 11pm. He then turned to her giving a confused look. "Where were you?" he rubbed his hand over his face still exhausted. "Oh uh getting a drink with Bret..." once those words left her mouth she'd knew she hear a negative response from it. "Bret? I thought he was immature? And one of our suspected killers?" Norman was now alert. "He's not that bad of a guy anymore he only seems like a douche at first but when you get to know him he's not bad at all. He even... Paid for my... Tickets..." her words were breaking as if uncertain what was right to say. "..." Norman was silent and Jessica was preparing to be lectured. He looked at his hands then looked at Jess. "Great... you should be hanging out with kids your age... I'm proud of you..." he gave her a broken smile. Jessica didn't believe him. "Norman are you okay?..." She reached out to feel his forehead but he pulled away. "Yea I'm just... Tired... I'm going to bed... Sorry , long day at work." he dismissed himself to his room as if he were a child getting sent to his room. Jessica watched his door close. *what is wrong with Norman...* she put her Pj's on and laid in her couch/bed but something felt weird. She patted the blankets feeling the weird area; it was damp. She pulled it to her nose and smelt it. *well at least it's not piss...* She knew what is what but felt sorry for Norman to even admit it in her mind. Jess just left that blanket on the ground to dry. *She's safer without me.* Norman slept that night with only that thought running through his mind.
Norman and Jess arrived at the airport. Their drive was silent and the air around them seemed heavy. "Greece 9:00 am flight now boarding." the female speaker spoke over the mass crowd of people coming and going. "Well that's you flight." Norman attempted to smile at her, she returned this with a mirror image of his broken grin. "Yup..." Jessica was gripping tightly onto her luggage. *Why is he so quiet...* they walked not making eye contact or any friendly gesture at all. She examined his face, he now had a faint 5 o'clock shadow and slightly blood shot eyes. "Hey, uh Norman..." Jessica broke the silence between them. "Will you be ok?... When I'm gone?" She looked at him with faint sympathy. Norman paused and thought about this, then his lips parted to speak. "Absolutely not, I will be a complete mess! Getting beat up all the time by cops, bikers and killers! My drunk ass will just be so sorry I did not have you or your pepper spray by my side." He looked at her with his purest grin as the sarcasm dripped from his lips and hung in the air. Jessica's expression became happy as she smiled and punched Norman in the arm. The two stopped walking as they came to the gate for the plane to Greece. "Well Jess I do believe this is your stop." He smiled and gave her the carry-on bag she had packed with snacks. "Thanks." She had nothing else to say but this. Norman waited with her, she could just go in the plane whenever she wanted but she just stood there, waiting for something to happen, waiting for him to make a move. "Last call for flight 9:00 am to Greece." The female voice called again. Jess looked up after been starting at her shoes for 5 minutes. Norman had just been watching her. "You're a little slow for someone who's supposed to predict someone's next move..." She finally spoke. "How am I sl-" Norman was cut off. Jessica had already gripped his tie pulling his face towards her's. She closed her eyes as his lips met hers and she kept him there by his tie. Her other hand slid up around his neck pulling the two bodies closer together. Norman on the other hand stood there stunned, his eyes still open, shocked from the surprise, and his body stiff as a board. *Even in your dreams and reality she takes control... Step up and be a man!* his testosterone begged to differ and let him relax, allowing his body to form with hers. His eyes began to shut and his hands began to explore. They settled on Jess' hips where they wrapped around her back brining her body even closer. Jessica ran her fingers through his formal hair and her lips parted. Jess was in bliss so she might as well enjoy it. Norman smirked whist kissing as he took the small hint. He also parted his lips and let his tongue slip in slowly feeling for Jess' tongue. Jessica gripped his hair a little and felt his warm wet tongue against hers. Norman was breathing heavy and he began to paint. He pulled her close to him, wanting her so badly. Just to have her to hold her hell to even just feel the skin from her cheek. He had always wanted her. Jessica could feel Norman getting excited; his heavy breathing and sudden growth down below warned her. This only made her want to jump up on him, but she stayed on the ground for the sake of the public. But for the sake of Norman she started breathing heavy too when she started grinding her hips against Norman's. All Norman could do was just hold her tight and show her how he felt through these actions. "Jessie?" Bret called from the gate. Norman and Jessica flew away from each other instantly. "O-oh... Sorry ...I was just about to board." Jessica was blushing bright colours of red. She picked up her luggage and walked away with Bret. She looked over at Norman to see his checks blushing too. Norman smiled as he gave her a small wave and a smile. She smiled back and the two turned the corner. "Sir are you boarding this plane?" an attendant asked him before she closed the doors. "No but I wish I was..." Norman smirked and walked back through customs and to the taxi. Once in the car he fixed his tie while grinning widely. He leaned back in the seat and out his hands in his pockets. He fiddled with his keys but something else was in there. Norman pulled the foreign object out and smiled as soon as he saw what it was. *She gave me pepper spray...* he shook his head still smiling and looked out the window at the falling rain. For once, the rain didn't bother him, he didn't care, because he knew the sun was just hiding behind the clouds. *Tough girl on the outside... Hot and burning on the inside...*
