-Log 4-

Ten reports, one left to go. Dedication and integrity were killers, yet they had nothing on the man in the white coat. Tanner, was his name, and attempts on my life was his game. For three nights he'd been trying to sneak into my house through windows in other rooms, but every time I had caught him and chased him off. It was almost aggravating how easy it was to scare him away, he reminded me of a monster in a hallway. All I have to do is shine a light on him through my cameras and suddenly he gets cold feet about breaking in. I wonder if he realizes my porch light isn't going to kill him, though I wish it would. It was ridiculous really, he's armed and I'm not; so what's stopping him from just using brute force and rushing me? I don't know, but I'm grateful he hasn't figured it out yet. I'm not sure how much longer I can keep this up, at what point do I just leave the house and seek help? When do I call it quits and save myself? It's a last resort, I have to continue my investigations. I have to keep moving forward.

-Log 109-

We've come to some sort of agreement, a truce of some sorts. It's been months, but we're starting to get to know each other better. However he's still fighting some...habits of sneaking around. It gives me the chills, a constant reminder of where we started. The way my skin prickles at his soft footsteps makes me feel sick, as if I'm right back to the night he got me and dragged me away to make a deal. He hasn't pulled anything like that since, but his creeping around still puts me on edge. He thinks he's funny like that, still going outside just to throw his jazz hands in my cameras in attempt to scare me. It's not so much his sudden bursts that get me, it's the silent stalking; as if he's trying to catch me off guard so I can't fight back. I hate it. I hate him. But we've agreed to work together, and I'll honor my end of the deal.

-Log 312-

He's been so easy with me lately, softer than usual yet still annoying. But I'm almost starting to find comfort in his old habits, it lets me know he's himself. I don't worry nearly as much that he'll start to pretend just to trick me. Most nights he cuts me off from work, telling me I'll be a burden to the cause if I continue to work without rest. I suppose he's right, one false filed report could destroy a life. He's gentle when he pulls me away, taking time to make sure I've eaten or showered; he helps me get to bed when I'm too exhausted to walk, then leaves me alone until I wake. Months ago he would suggest drugging me to get me asleep, but now he simply guides me through the motions. He's become respectful of my personal space and my input, no longer using brute force to get what he wants. Of course he still pisses me off, but it's more of a tough love situation now. Love, what a gross term to use regarding Tanner. But still, it does feel like some sort of love… God he pisses me off.

Soft footsteps halted their movement, knocking on the wall behind me. Turning around I see him standing in the hallway, a respectful distance from the computer I sat in front of. He seemed to struggle to find words, which was unusual for someone as well spoken as him. He looked towards the couch, as if asking me if I would move seats. "Could we talk for a moment? Away from work?" He seemed hesitant.

"Of course, is everything alright?" I asked as I stood from my chair, stretching before making my way to the couch. He trailed behind me, sitting down a cushion away from me then nodding in response.

"Well objectively speaking, yes everything is dandy. But I've had some thoughts on my mind that I feel I should voice to you directly." He seemed tense, sitting upright and folding his hands in his lap. He looked so proper, it was weird for Tanner's standards. He'd been so comfortable in my home before, as evident by his attempts to break in a little over a year ago. What had changed?

"Okay, well I'm all ears. Unless you're here to suggest drug testing, in which case I'm all hands." He laughed at me and relaxed a bit, which put me at ease.

"No no, I don't have anything of the sort on the brain right now. I was actually thinking a bit more personally, if you get what I mean."

"Like thoughts and feelings and shit?" He nodded at me, suddenly becoming tense again.

"Like thoughts and feelings and shit, yes. This past year has been rather wild for the both of us, and as much as we tend to get on each other's nerves; I find myself growing rather fond of you." He trailed off, but my heart started to race. I knew immediately where this was going, and what was worse, I was hoping he'd say it. But judging from the way it was going, Tanner would most likely stumble until I took the hint. "I suppose what I want to tell you is, I love you."

From his perspective, I must have looked like a blur the way I moved. Within seconds I had tackled him to the floor, sitting on top of him with my gun pointed at his temple. Blood coursed through my body, my heart racing as it never had before. He looked to pathetic from underneath me, his face was stuck with a surprised look; his arms sprawled out to either side of his body. We were at a standstill for what seemed like an eternity, but must have only been seconds. The only sounds I could hear were the heavy breaths coming from the two of us, and the blood rushing through my ears. And then, he started to laugh. Not a cruel, Tanner laugh; but a genuine human laugh. For the first time in a long time, Tanner had rendered me shocked. My arm relaxed and my gun slipped ever so slightly away from his head.

"Wh- what are you laughing at?" I spit out, confused and almost nervous. He continued to laugh, eventually covering his mouth with his hands in attempt to silence himself.

"Is this our enemies to lovers arc?" He giggled.

Note: The "monster in a hallway" comment is a reference to FNAF 4, where shining your light down the hall scares the nightmares away. I once made a joke about the camera light scaring Tanner away as if he were a FNAF character. I just talk mad shit about him because he's a pain in the ass.
This was written probably in an hour with no beta read, so if there are little things here and there, my bad. I also just didn't write it seriously.

It's also left a little ambiguous, the reader gets to think of it however they please. Is the character male or female? Was the character hoping Tanner would say 'I Love You' so they'd have an excuse to shoot him, or because they love him too? Did they pull out a gun because they're sick of him, or because they don't want love to get in the way of their cause?
It's really up to you.

Thank you for reading, I'd appreciate any comments or feedback :)
Also please pray for me, night five is kicking my ass.