A/N: So I haven't got very many reviews, but I wanted to post the next chapter. This one...hm. Dunno what to say about it really. Just tried to fit in what Tori's state of mind would be and such. Sam's too, since it's not your average rapist mind. (Wait. LOLWUT?) Yeah. I hope you enjoy. Please review!

Chapter 3

He knew he shouldn't have, but Sam sat in his car in front of the police station, thinking about turning himself in. He couldn't think of a reason why not to. But when he set eyes on her. It was really Tori, walking out of the police station with a dark haired woman who looked about her age. Tori looked…awful. Sam couldn't help but wonder if it was his fault…

All that happened almost an hour ago and Sam was still sitting in the exact same spot, car parked in the same space. He kept watching, wondering if she would round the corner and walk into the building again. Because he knew then, just then he'd turn himself in. Just to see her and apologize.

"Apologize," Sam muttered to himself, thinking aloud. He glanced down at the steering wheel, then back up at the door. "If I apologize, maybe I can make things right," he mumbled to himself.

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(A few days later…)

Sam was sitting at a table in the way back of the library, trying to cram as much as he could for the test which was in two hours and counting. He wasn't sure if his professor would call the cops or not, but he knew that he could at least try and take the test. He glanced at the four books surrounding his notebook in an arc shape as he tried to remember one of the topics.

He pushed his hair back in frustration, knowing he left one of the more important books on the shelf. Sam got up and walked over to the shelves and looked at the spines of some of the books. While looking, he heard someone talking. He looked between the open spaces of the shelf he stood in front of, ducking his head slightly as not to be seen since he was quite tall.

"You're sure you wanna be here?" He could briefly see a woman with dark wavy hair that went just past her shoulders talking to a blond haired woman with her hair up in a bun.

The blond moved her head, nodding. "I'm sure Ash. I've still gotta do my job."

Sam watched in suspense as the blond turned around. It wasn't just anyone; it was Tori. His eyes went wide and he lost his footing for a second, knocking a book from its spot on the shelf. The book fell to the floor with a clunk. When he looked up, Tori was the only one staring in his direction. He noticed the dark rings under her lifeless blue eyes as they went wide.

"Sam?!"

He ducked down lower as he circled around to the next stack and rushed over to his table to pick up his things. Sam shoved his one book and notebook into the bag before glancing around and rushing to the back door labeled 'emergency exit'. He figured he was a criminal, what more could they do for him going out the door?

Making his way around the building to get to his car, he noticed Tori darting out of the building and doubling over as she stood on the sidewalk, gasping for breath. This could be his shot. The only shot he had to tell her he was sorry. Sam slowly began to inch his way over as three others came out, one of them being the dark haired woman. He backed up and pressed himself against the side of the building, hidden from their sight.

"No one was there," he could hear someone say.

Tori's familiar voice said, "Yes. It was him. I swear."

A slight pause, and then, "All I saw were a bunch of law books laying on the back table Tori…"

"Law books?" He heard Tori give a small scoff.

When Sam peeked around the corner, the small group disappeared back into the library. He sighed, leaning his head back. Maybe he wasn't going to take his test after all.

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(Later that day…)

Ashley stood with her back against the island as she watched Jimmy, who was cooking food for them. After the stint at the library, they came home and Tori locked herself in her room. Both Ashley and Jimmy tried to coax her out, but nothing worked.

Jimmy looked over his shoulder as he moved the wooden spoon, flashing her small smile. She was envious. Ashley hadn't learned to cook before. She was used to either eating out, picking up pre-made food you microwave, or going to Tori's when she cooked.

Curiously, she watched Jimmy. She couldn't place her finger on it but there was something very familiar about him. The semi-disheveled dark hair she just remembered. Those blue eyes, too... "Alright, you'll think I'm crazy or something, but before Tori and I came into your home…did we meet?"

He turned, putting the wooden spoon down on the counter and looked at her with a confused look. "I was thinking the same when I saw you."

"Hm. And how the hell are we going to figure this out?" she questioned.

With a shrug, Jimmy said, "I'm sure you're not a cop, that's for sure."

She nodded. "Okay. Well I'm positive you're not a nerd."

Turning his head an inch to the left side, Jimmy asked, "How do you know?"

Ashley smiled and said, "I've got nerd radar. Trust me." Jimmy nodded and adjusted the setting for the stove, turning the heat up. While he was doing that, Ashley let her eyes wander the kitchen. She noticed a book lying over by the end of the counter. She snapped her fingers. "I got it. You were that guy at the library," she beamed.

Jimmy looked as if he were thinking and then smiled. "You're right. Although I have to say, you rushing out like that wasn't very polite…"

Giving him a sheepish look, Ashley told him, "I was late for work almost. I forgot about the time when we were talking." She let out a small laugh as she spoke, knowing she would've been late for work no matter what.

"Such a small world we live in."

"Or town," she added, jokingly.

"Yes. That too," Jimmy said through a chuckle.

Ashley raised her eyebrows quickly, tapping her foot in an anxious manner. "You know, I'm gunna go check on Tori. Ask if she's hungry and stuff." She began out of the kitchen and made her way up the stairs to Tori's door. As she knocked, she called, "Tori? It's Ash."

The door opened and Ashley took a step back to see Tori, poking her head around the side of the door. "I'm sorry," she muttered. Ashley took notice her eyes were red, figuring she wasn't sleeping right.

She walked into the room and Tori shut the door quietly behind her. "Jimmy and I are just worried." Ashley looked around the room and, of course, it was clean. Tori wasn't a messy person. "You hungry?"

Tori walked over to her bed and sat on the edge of it. She stared at the floor with a glazed over look as she shook her head. "No thanks," she said in a quiet voice.

Ashley leaned against the wall by the door and tried to think of how she could get her friend to cheer up. She put on a small smile and asked, "Remember a while back when I told you about that guy I met in the bookstore?"

"Yes."

"Would it be weird if I found out that was Jimmy?"

Looking at Ashley curiously, Tori said, "Really?"

"Uh huh. And guess what?"

She tiled her head. "What?"

"He's cute. And I think he's single," Ashley said through her grin. Tori stood up and made her way over to the door. "Where are you going?"

Without missing a beat, Tori told her, "I'm going to the bathroom because listening to the water running is more fun for me right now. I really don't care much about guys at the moment." That being said, she walked out.

Ashley gaped as she looked at the open door. She then shrugged and walked out, going back downstairs to Jimmy.

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(The Next Day…)

Tori was dragged out of the house by Ashley. She was told that she'd been "moping around enough" and that she needed to get out. Usually Ashley's version of going out required drinking and lots of fun, but she simply took Tori along to the store. "Why are we here?" Tori asked as they walked in.

"We're here for food of course."

"Food?"

Ashley nodded as she walked a step of two ahead, looking for something. "We're gunna be eating Jimmy's food. It's only fair we help."

She rolled her eyes while following her friend. It was kind of obvious why she wanted to help out at the house. "Ash, don't make him that guy."

"What guy?" Ashley asked as she stopped in front of the produce. Her eyes were narrowed and it seemed like she was going to get defensive any second…

"The rebound guy," Tori sighed. She had no intention of discussing relationships, romance, or anything related to those topics; but this had to be addressed. Otherwise, it would be a living hell at Jimmy's place.

Rolling her shoulders, Ashley turned and looked at some apples. She mumbled something under her breath and then said, "This has nothing to do with me breaking up with Gabriel."

Tori saw her scoff and hoped she was telling the truth. Jimmy seemed like a nice guy. Nice guys didn't need their hearts ripped to shreds.

The two walked through the store for a while. When they walked past the hair dye, Tori stopped dead in her tracks. "Ash, you think you could dye my hair?" she called to Ashley, who was looking for some shampoo.

Ashley shrugged. "Don't see why not." She approached, holding onto a few items they were going to buy. "What color you have in mind?"

She picked up a box that was almost the same color as Ashley's. "Dark."

With a nod, Ashley smiled. "The change would be nice for you. I'll pay for it, c'mon."

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There weren't enough words in the dictionary to describe how Sam was feeling. Awkward, dirty, disgusting, vile. It was the only way though. He sat in the hotel room he rented with a pair of binoculars to his eyes as he watched the house across the way. It was wrong, he was sure; but he just had to see if she was getting better.

Sam did a little research and used his computer skills to find out that Tori was put under witness protection, but they kept her in town. And the only clue he had to where she was at was Jimmy Novak. A little background searching and he found out that Jimmy was thirty years old with no spouse. Of course, he was looking for an address. Sam did a bit more snooping and found that too.

So now here he was, sitting by a window and watching the house like some sort of freak. Sam told himself he was a freak though. He was the one who spiked her drink and took advantage of her. He was the one who didn't just offer to walk her home. And did he have a reason behind doing it? No. It was just something he did. Sam didn't think about the outcome before he acted.

Sam sat up a little when he saw a dark haired woman go into the house. Hadn't Tori called her Ash? The supposed Ash had someone else in tow. Her hair was dark and curling slightly at the ends. Ash walked up the two low steps onto the porch and the other woman turned, looking around. Sam was surprised. It was Tori. He only knew because he recognized it as the same one with the angelic expression those many nights ago.

He put the binoculars down and rubbed at his eyes. Sam looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was almost seven and he was getting tired already. Maybe he should get more sleep. Ever since that night he couldn't sleep. When he did sleep, he'd dream about her. Not about drugging her, but of her talking to him and of what life would be like if she were his girlfriend. Sam liked the dreams, but he still felt a sick twisting pain in his gut when he had them.

Without a sound, Sam moved over to the bed and lay down. He didn't bother to change or undress because he knew he'd be awake in a few hours.