A.N.: I hate author's notes-This is my crazy idea that could probably be a one-shot on its own. I am debating on keeping it a part of the story or separating it into its own one-shot.

I think he's following me. Monte's subconscious whispered. They ran into each other on the side walk yesterday morning. They both apologized and continued on their path of opposite directions. Then she saw him while she was picking up her lunch that afternoon and again near her apartment complex last night while she was jogging. Now he's here. She said to herself. He was standing at the front counter of the coffee shop looking at pastries. Monte noticed him when he walked through the door. It's a small world. I'm being paranoid.

She collected her belongings and left the coffee shop; her purse over her shoulder and coffee at hand. She walked up a block. While crossing the street looking both ways for traffic she caught a glimpse of the man half a block behind her. Monte's heart soared into her throat. She took a few deep breaths, urging herself to remain calm. She pulled her phone from her pocket. Should I call the police? Don't be ridiculous. It's just a coincidence. She crossed the street again. Watching for traffic as she crossed she caught another glance. He was still behind her. It's day time. She said trying to calm herself.

Her car was in sight, it was the longest walk of her life. She counted each step guessing how many she had left. Before she knew it she was inside of her car, doors locked, engine started. She saw him walk past her car as she pulled the gear into reverse. Her hands were shaking. She took another deep breath as she pulled out of the metered spot. Her adrenaline was making her shake.

"Are you okay?" A soft voice spoke from her office door. Monte looked up to see Lena leaning against the door frame.

"I'm fine." Monte said as Lena walked into the room, taking a seat in front of the younger woman's desk.

"What's wrong?" Lena said softly again.

Monte ran her hands through her wavy hair and sighed as she leaned back into her chair. "I think someone's been following me." She whispered as she fidgeted with the corner of her desk top calendar. "What do you mean?" Lena quickly replied. Monte took a slow deep breath and told Lena about the man. "It could be a coincidence." Lena said with a worried look. "I thought about calling 9-1-1, but I just thought it would be silly."

"I understand Monte, but you should have called. You could've called me at least."

"I thought of you also, you're the only friend I really have in this area." She said looking back down at her desk. "But I didn't call because of Stef."

Lena understood. "Next time call. Stef will understand."

"Why didn't she call you so she would have at least been on the phone with someone?" Stef said as she buttoned her uniform.

"She said she was going to call." The curly haired woman said as she sat on the bed watching her wife get ready for her night shift. "But she didn't call because-" She whispered. Stef stopped tucking her shirt in; she walked over to Lena and wrapped her arms around her. "It's taken a while, but I do trust you Lena." Stef whispered into Lena's curly hair. Both of their hearts broke a little when the subject of what happened ever got brought up. But it hurt less and less each time. "I told her that you would understand." Lena whispered into Stef's shoulder.

"Why don't you call her real quick? See if she's okay." Stef said stepping away from Lena to finish tucking in her shirt.

Lena pulled her phone out as Stef walked into the bathroom and dialed Monte, after the first ring Monte answered. "Lena?" She said quickly. "Hey, are you okay?" Lena said standing up from the bed. "I was just about to call you." Monte whispered. "What's the matter?" Lena said walking into their bathroom to include Stef in the conversation. Stef stopped brushing her teeth so she could hear. "He's following me again." The phone wasn't on speaker but it was loud enough for Stef to hear. She spit her tooth paste out and snatched the phone from Lena.

"Where are you?" Stef said sternly into the phone. "I'm walking to my car." Monte whispered. "Are you down town?" Stef said walking out of the bathroom with Lena close behind. "I'm in little Italy." Monte whispered. Stef looked at her watch. 9:30. "Look around you, is anything open?"

"I'm almost to my car, I can see it." Monte replied.

Stef slid her feet into her shoes. She could hear a ding noise come across the phone line. "Are you in your car?" She asked. "Yes." Monte said as she started the ignition.

"Go home Monte. I work tonight, give me your address and I'll swing by as soon as I can."

"Thank you Stef." Monte whispered into the phone.

Stef arrived at the station unsure if she would be handling patrol tonight. After twenty minutes she got things settled and switched. She had been assigned desk duty but talked her coworker David into switching his patrol.

"Hello?"

"Hey Monte, its Stef, are you okay?" Stef said walking out of the station to her police car.

"Yes, I'm okay. I'm home. Is this your cell?" Came a whispered reply.

"Yes this is my personal cell be sure to save my number. I'm going to head over to your apartment. I've got paper work for you to file a complaint. I'd also like a detailed description of what this guy looks like."

"Okay." Monte whispered.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes, I'm sorry; I was looking out my window. I'm trying to be quite."

"You have nothing to worry about. I'll be there in about fifteen minutes.

Stef slowly drove through Monte's apartment complex. She was looking for the apartment but also looking for anyone suspicious.

She called dispatch from her walkie once she parked, letting them know her location and reason for stopping. She was on alert when she stepped out of her cruiser, paperwork in her left hand and her right hand resting on her belt close to her gun.

She knocked on the apartment door. No answer. She knocked again harder. "Monte, its Stef." She said through the door. "Hold on." Came a reply.

Her instincts told her that something's wrong. Stef unclipped her gun, pulling it from the holster. Paperwork now clutched under her left arm, left hand cupping her gun she was holding in her right hand. She could hear movement. It sounded like something being pulled away from the door. She could hear the locks being turned, the door opened and she saw Monte. It was the last thing she saw. Someone struck her on the back of her head. She heard a scream before she blacked out.