Hey readers! I just got back from the city (boy was it hot) and read all my reviews, and one clever person out there pointed out, to my dismay, a fundamental flaw in my story. Well, i hope this fixes it, and as for any of you who had your predictions about the next chapter, I hope you are pleasantly surprised. Here is Chapter 10, and as always, write a review!!

The Pinnacle of Insanity

Sam had just gotten off of the phone with the crazy man that wanted him. The worst thing about the situation was it's complete juxtaposition of itself. An analysis of his feelings told him that though it mortified him, he was completely and utterly flattered by how a complete stranger could want him so badly. Perhaps this was why he had not informed anybody about it. As much as he hated to admit it, he was thoroughly enjoying this man's obsession with him, and that small portion of him wanted it to continue. But there was another predicament. Apparently, Matt had discovered the one thing that Sam really cared about, and was unfortunately threatening to expose it unless Sam acquiesced to some demands. Now this part was starting to scare Sam. There had to be another way out, it was just a matter of finding it.

After some extensive thinking and tapping his knuckles on the kitchen table, Sam had narrowed his solution to three options. The first being that he agree to whatever Matt wanted, and likely give himself up to save his precious Autobots. Second, he could ignore the aggressor's call, essentially exposing his friends and eventually having to part with them. The third, and most rational choice, was that he call the police, inform them that a madman is calling about his car being alive, and hopefully resolve the situation. He went with number 3.

"This is 911 what seems to be the problem?" a voice on the other end spoke words Sam hoped he would never hear. "Umm, my neighbor is harassing me." Sam didn't really want to give any details, it was a sensitive subject. But it was inevitable, the lady dragged the information out of him. "Can you specify what type of harassment please? And if you are in any current danger?" Sam really just wanted this to end, but he persevered, "The man was sexually harassing me. He followed me outside and I'm scared." Collecting his thoughts and putting them into words was harder than he thought, and the operator obviously didn't take what he said how he wanted it to be taken.

"Are you outside now? The call is coming from the Witwicky residence." Well at least she had gotten his name right. Sam had to explain further but he really just wanted Matt gone. He gave her the short version, "No. I'm in my house right now. He followed me before but now hes threatening me over the phone. Please send help immediately." Sam hoped she wouldn't ask any more questions, Matt was sure to call and ask what was taking him so long, and he couldn't think of another believable lie at the moment. The lady rescued him though, "Okay stay where you are, help is on the way."

Outside, Bumblebee was getting more and more concerned as to where Sam was with his swim suit. It had been almost fifteen minutes and there was still no sign of him. How long could it possibly take to get a bathing suit? Actually, the robot thought he really didn't need one. They were going to a secluded area anyways, so that he wouldn't have to be in disguise. Bumblebee also thought it might be nice to see his human without any clothes. It had always been in the back of his mind, what did Sam look like under all that? If only Sam could just forget the swim trunks and go. But, he guessed it was a sort of modesty issue among humans. He would just have to bare through it. Maybe he would ask Sam to-.

All of the sudden, a police vehicle pulled in the driveway and two officers stepped out. Bumblebee had absolutely no idea why they were here or what they wanted. Did something happen to Sam? Oh no. He hoped nothing was wrong. What if someone had been inside and had hurt Sam? Bumblebee would never forgive himself... But then his guilty feelings were replaced with confusion on account of Sam's appearance at the door. Maybe Sam had called the police, but what for? Everything was completely fine not fifteen minutes ago. Sam was pointing down the road, towards town, and Bumblebee perked up his senses to hear the discussion.

"He's two houses down from here. Keeps calling me and telling me to go to his house." Sam seemed distraught. Why hadn't the boy tell him about the problem? Bumblebee tuned out for a minute, recalling yesterday, when Sam had left the house looking angered. What had happened in there? Bumblebee then realized that he didn't even know what the occupant looked like. The two policemen started off towards the house in question. What was going on?

Sam turned warily back to his house, gently shutting the door behind him. "Get that bastard." he said to himself, before realizing another small detail. What if Matt had seen the police car? The guy wasn't stupid, Sam knew that. So what would he do if-

The phone rang. Sam, still cursing the fact that he didn't have caller ID, walked over to the phone. After his two breaths of courage, he picked up the receiver, "Hello?" he called into the plastic. "Sam!" he heard a familiar woman's voice shout. He had never been so relieved. "Oh mom you have to-" he was cut off. "Your father just surprised me with a vacation for our anniversary. We're going to the Bahamas!" Sam was caught off guard. "But mom your anniversary isn't until next week-" interrupted again. "Yeah. We'll be gone a couple weeks." he could hear her laugh to whom his father, "I'll call aunt Judie." she said, "See you in a week Sam! I love you!" Sam didn't even have time to talk before she hung up. He decided not to ruin their vacation. The situation would blow over.

Ten agonizing minutes later the policemen returned to his door. "The house is empty." the one with a particularly bushy mustache said, "We found nothing to suggest that this guy wants to harm anyone." Sam couldn't believe it. Matt had escaped. "Call back if you receive another threat." the other one said, "We could be here in less than five minutes. You don't have anything to worry about." and with that, the hopped in their car and were off, leaving Sam at the door, gaping.

Bumblebee still didn't know what was going on, but his will to go to the beach overpowered his curiosity, and he flung his door open, revving his engine simultaneously. "Oh yeah!" Sam said bounding over to the car and hopping into the front seat. "I guess I could use some relaxation right now." Boys Like Girls started blaring from the speakers as the car peeled out of the driveway, "Throw it away! Forget yesterday! We'll make the great escape!" Sam instantly forgot all his problems. "I'm glad to see you've found another artist! The Killers only have so many songs..." It then dawned on Sam where they were going. "Hey wait! I forgot to get my bathing suit!" But the lock to the door thrust down, and the car just kept on going.

Back on Sam's street, a very frustrated figure emerged from the brush behind Sam's house. Matt had underestimated the boy. He knew better than anyone that you needed to get the police on your side first, or you're screwed. He walked up to the sliding door, placing his hand on the plastic handle. It was now clear that Sam cared deeply for those- What were those things anyway? Sam hadn't given away much on the phone, denying everything, and saying that he must have dreamt it. But oh how the boy panicked when Matt had told him that his cell phone could take videos. Sam had listened then, intently. But now, his bluff was called, and he was now avoiding police. "That boy is one in a million." he said to himself, sliding open the door.