A/N: I love watching those forensic shows and the other day I watched Forensic Files and there was this Peeping Tom who killed this woman's husband and then raped her. It was pretty scary and I've always wondered how you can't feel someone watching you. I'm always paranoid about that stuff. Does that make me... paranoid? XD
I didn't know who should have been the Peeping Tom so I just chose Gilbert. And... victim!Matilda is so cute! w I also kind of like Abel and Roger now even though I came up with them on the spot. They seem like a nice couple. :'3

Matilda Williams was showering like every other night. At nine o'clock sharp, the hot water was running and she was scrubbing away the stress of the day. Her blonde hair was washed first, then her arms and then she brushed her teeth in the shower. It wasn't odd, she told her brother. Lots of people brush their teeth in the shower.

At nine-thirty, Matilda was out of the shower and toweling off in front of the mirror in her bathroom. She changed into her pajamas and combed out her hair.

She would dump her damp towel and dirty clothes into the hamper just outside the bathroom and walk to her bed while pulling her glasses off. She would set them on the night stand and slip into bed and off to sleep by ten.

Matilda turned and tossed in her sleep. She didn't talk or snore, but she made small noises comparable to a cat. She slept on her left side, curled up with her cat, Kumarie who would eventually take up most of the bed sometime in the night.

At six-thirty Matilda's alarm clock would ring the Canadian National Anthem and she would swat it off. That always ended with her cursing under her breath about jamming her finger on the stand. Kumarie would stretch and knead her claws into Matilda's back and the blonde would swat the cat.

By seven Matilda was up and ready to head out the door for work. And Gilbert would watch her leave in her car from the bush under her bedroom window.

Matilda had a guest over. Gilbert was quick to notice the woman because of her very ample chest. He watched her chest as she moved, marveling at the way it bounced when she walked or talked.

He was hot under his collar by the time the girls were getting ready for bed. Matilda had no guest room and this girl was a frequent guest and close friend so they had shared the bed in Matilda's room more than once.

Gilbert was always a bit disappointed that he could never see any action. He knew Matilda didn't swing that way, but he liked to imagine.

Matilda clicked off the lamp and Kumarie jumped into bed between the girls and all three promptly fell asleep.

That was about the time Gilbert busied himself with fantasies of the two women and sometimes the cat. He knew he had to keep quiet, but he couldn't help but let a few moans let slip in the night.

That night was particularly windy so he doubted they would even hear with all the rustling the trees made. Gilbert decided to let out another moan as he came into his hand.

The cat stood up and meowed lightly before jumping onto the window sill. She occasionally awoke in the night and would sit at the sill and watch the street out the window. Gilbert could have sworn the cat knew he was there, but never tried finding out if he was right or not. He didn't want to risk his cover.

He milked himself a few more seconds and then wiped his hand off on a rag he always brought with him. He sat in the wind a few minutes, basking in post-orgasm bliss before the cat jumped off the sill and back to the bed to lie back down. She curled up into Matilda's chest and began purring.

The wind began picking up a bit and Gilbert decided it wasn't worth sitting in the cold anymore while the girls slept so he snuck off back home. He threw the rag in the laundry and grabbed something to eat from the fridge.

This particular night, Matilda had over her brother, Alfred. Gilbert had quickly learned that they were twins and that Alfred had been born first since he never let his sister hear the end of it. Gilbert didn't particularly like Alfred but he did like to fantasize some incestual things that could happen between the twins.

Alfred wasn't alone this time though. He had with him an Asian around their age. He was about their height and had an errant curl like the twins, his swinging down and seeming to have a life of its own. His name was Im Yong-Soo and he was Alfred's new boyfriend.

Alfred had come over to introduce him to his sister, a final coming out to his family as he had never told his sister, though she had told him she knew the whole time.

Gilbert couldn't help but laugh inwardly. It was like he was watching some bad sitcom instead of someone's actual life.

Yong-Soo walked by the window that Gilbert was hiding under, saying something about letting the air in, but Matilda declined the offer, saying that the window didn't open anyways. Gilbert sighed thankfully.

The two boys left a little later after declining dinner with Matilda, saying they had to drive home before it was too late.

Gilbert watched from his selected living room window as Matilda busied herself with making dinner for her and Kumarie. He had a perfect view into the open kitchen and didn't hesitate at another fantasy of her in nothing but an apron – might as well make it skimpy, he thought.

Kumarie was soon meowing, demanding her food and Matilda placed the bowl of dry cat food with left-over fish down. Gilbert thought the cat was spoilt too much.

Matilda sat down on the couch and turned the television on. From what Gilbert could hear, it was the local news station reporting the weather.

Matilda yawned between bites and soon the news was reporting something about locking doors and windows and to call the police if you see any suspicious behavior. Matilda promptly glanced towards her door and then went to lock it. She didn't bother with the windows because she never unlocked them.

After the news ended, she washed her dishes and set them to dry and went to take a shower.

Seeing an unfamiliar guy at Matilda's house was suspicious. At least, it was to Gilbert.

The guy was tanned and was chubby. He had dreadlocks tied back and he wore a Hawaiian t-shirt with sandals. Before he came in, he snubbed out a large cigar and set it by the door.

Matilda was blushing and giggling to whole time he was there, which made Gilbert angry. He didn't want to share her with anyone else, but he watched things unfold anyways.

The guy's name was Ismael, he was from Cuba, and he worked at the local Ice Cream Shoppe. Matilda had met him there and he had asked her out on a date. They were just stopping by Matilda's house so she could change and get her purse.

Kumarie hissed when the man first walked in, much to Gilbert's delight, but she warmed up to him when she figured out he wasn't going to hurt her master.

Ismael sat on the couch and waited while Gilbert eyed him from the window. Gilbert did not like the guy one bit. He hoped Matilda would dump him after their date, or better yet, during it and leave him with the bill after ordering something expensive.

Matilda came out in a red dress with white maple leaves on the bottom. When Ismael asked why, she said that she was Canadian and proud of it. That earned a smirk from Gilbert and a laugh from Ismael.

He led her out and the two drove off to the restaurant.

Gilbert got his wish a few months later, though in different circumstances.

Ismael dumped Matilda over the phone for some Latino broad and left Matilda to cry in her living room. Gilbert felt his heart ache as he watched her, but he knew he couldn't do anything to console her.

Alfred came back over within an hour and he held his twin as she cried. She told him that she had loved him and thought that he did too while Alfred said that he wasn't good enough for her anyways. Gilbert felt like he could stand Alfred just a bit more after that.

"You'll find your guy some other time."

After Ismael, Matilda found Ivan. And Gilbert was furious. The Russian man just rubbed Gilbert the wrong way.

All his mannerisms didn't seem right to the German. The way he snuck in random Russian into his sentences, they way he smiled childishly, the odd aura coming from him. It all seemed wrong. Gilbert had to do something about it.

Matilda had welcomed Ivan to stay the night and he had taken the couch while Matilda slept in her room. Kumarie was roaming the house while they both slept.

Gilbert decided it was time that he put his spur of the moment plan into action. He had noticed that Matilda hadn't locked the door that night while she was distracted with Ivan so he snuck in as quiet as possible through it.

The door didn't squeak, but it made a small click noise when he shut it. Ivan shifted in his sleep but the noise didn't wake him. Kumarie nearly tripped him in the hall. She meowed but didn't hiss.

Gilbert saw Ivan on the couch. He was large and could probably take Gilbert out himself. He moved to the kitchen and found a knife. Ivan was facing out to the living room as Gilbert made his way to him. On the chair next to the couch was a throw pillow. Gilbert grabbed it and he quickly stuffed it over Ivan's face as he slit his throat.

Ivan didn't make much noise, the pillow absorbing most of it. His blood poured out and spilled onto the floor and that was when Kumarie began hissing.

The moment the cat saw the blood she hissed at Gilbert and screeched loudly. In the other room, Matilda sat up, rubbing her eyes.

"Kumarie?" Gilbert froze. He dropped the knife and stood back up and quickly made his way to Matilda's room.

"Kumarie? What's wrong?" Matilda asked when the door opened. But no cat sauntered in. Instead, a man, tall and lanky and pale, stood in the doorway. "Oh-Oh my God. Who are you?" Matilda stood up and felt for something to protect her.

"H-How did you get into my house?" she asked. Gilbert stayed at the door and didn't answer. "P-Please. Please leave."

Gilbert stepped into the room. He was shaking from nervousness. Never had he thought he would actually meet Matilda. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said.

"D-Don't come any c-closer. Please." Matilda raised her hockey stick up. "I-I'll hit you if you do." Gilbert noticed that her breathing was heavy.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Gilbert said again.

"T-Then leave, p-please." Matilda began pulling the hem of her night gown down. "P-Please."

She was beautiful. Gilbert had known this for months, but she really was beautiful in the moonlight, leaning against her night stand.

"W-Where's Ivan?" She looked over his shoulder but couldn't see anything in the darkness behind him. "I-Ivan!"

Gilbert stepped into the room. "He's not here anymore."

"W-Where is he then?" Matilda held the stick up stronger. "Where's Ivan?"

"I killed him." The stick fell.

Behind Gilbert, Kumarie ran from the living room and jumped him. She sunk her claws into his back and hissed with vigor. Gilbert fell, caught off-guard by the nearly-forgotten cat.

Matilda took that chance to jump over him and down the hall. She saw Ivan lying on the couch, the blood staining everywhere around him. She gasped and almost fell, but the adrenaline pumping in her prevented it.

Matilda ran for the door, Gilbert right behind her and she ran out to the street. She began screaming, calling for help from the nice couple next door. All the houses around her were dark.

"Stop, Matilda!" She stopped.

"H-How do you know my name?" Matilda kept backing away from the man.

"I've been watching you."

Matilda paled. "W-Watching? Y-You mean, like at night?" She almost tripped over the curb.

"Y-Yes. B-But, you're very pretty." Gilbert crept closer to her.

The blonde girl began screaming again. She screamed until her throat felt like it was going to bleed. Gilbert jumped closer and tried to make her stop. He tried to clap a hand over her mouth, but she bit him.

"Mrs. Mason! P-Please! Help!" One light flicked on. "H-Help!" Matilda screamed louder. She clawed at Gilbert, trying to get out of his grip.

Both Gilbert and Matilda could see a lone figure at the window behind the curtains then it disappeared. Matilda knew it was Mr. Mason.

"P-Please. Please, please. Let me go," she begged. "P-Please let me go a-a-and I-I won't let the cops take you. P-Please."

Gilbert had her on the street, trying to shush her. "Shh, just be quiet. I said I wasn't going to hurt you. I just wanted to meet you. And I had to get Ivan away. He wasn't right for you." Matilda struggled under him.

Mr. Mason came outside then. He ran over to the struggling mess and pried Gilbert off of Matilda. He was a large man so it wasn't hard. "Get inside, honey," he said to Matilda. She nodded and quickly ran into his home. The man held Gilbert. "I called the cops, buddy. They're on their way right now."

Sure enough, not even a minute later, sirens could be heard and two police cars pulled into the neighborhood. They took Gilbert and handcuffed him and began asking him questions. Mr. Mason led the other cop to his house where Matilda was.

"I-Ivan is d-dead!" She shrieked. "T-There's blood everywhere in the living room. I-I don't understand." Matilda was shaking so Mrs. Mason wrapped a blanket around her. The officer nodded.

"Ma'am, which house is yours?" Matilda pointed to it and the pair of police that had just pulled up went to investigate.

The first officer questioned Matilda a while more. Who was that guy? Why would he attack you?

"I-I've never seen him before. H-He said that he was watching me." Mrs. Mason sat down by the young woman. "I-I-I think he was watching through my windows. B-But… then he said that I-Ivan wasn't right for me and had to get rid of him." She burst into fresh tears. "A-Able? C-Could you call Al for me?"

"Yes, dear. You need your brother." Mrs. Mason dashed to the kitchen where the phone was hung up and she quickly dialed Alfred's number.

Gilbert was taken into the police station for more questioning and the officer thanked Matilda for her cooperation. An ambulance arrived and took Ivan from the house for an autopsy. One officer found Kumarie in the hallway between the living room and the bedroom. She was fine, just unconscious. He brought the cat to Matilda who cuddled it gratefully.

Alfred and Yong-Soo arrived just before the police were to leave. Alfred pushed past one of them and ran for his twin.

"W-What happened, Mattie? Are you alright?" Alfred looked her over and held her close. "What happened?"

Matilda cried into his shoulder. "T-This guy came into the house and killed Ivan a-and I don't even know what happened." The twins held onto each other.

Yong-Soo asked the officer that had questioned Matilda what had happened and he got the story from him. Mrs. Mason got the three of them a cup of tea and sat them down. The officers thanked everyone again and left.

"Alright, honey," Abel said; she passed a cup to Matilda. "Alfred, calm down. Matilda is fine. She's just scared. Stop questioning her. Yong-Soo? Honey, sit down." They all nodded and took their tea.

Abel and Roger sat across from the young adults at their table. "Matilda," Roger said. "Nothing else happened, right?"

Matilda looked up from Kumarie. "N-No. I ran out as soon as I could. B-But… Ivan…"

"It's alright. I was just making sure, honey."

Abel looked at the clock on the wall; it was nearing one. "Matilda, you can sleep in the guest bed tonight. It's upstairs. Alfred, you and Yong-Soo are going to have to take the living room, sorry."

"N-No. C-Could they stay in the guest room too?" Matilda asked, scooting closer to Alfred. "I-I don't want to be alone right now."

"That's understandable, honey. I'll get some extra blankets now." Abel stood up and dropped her empty cup off in the sink before going down the hall to the linen closet.