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Title: Watching again

Author: darkangel985

Pairing: Joel Campbell/David Griffin

Disclaimer: None of the characters in the following
story are mine. I don't intend any copyright infringement and I don't
make money off this.

A/N: This is a slash story, so if you don't like that,
don't read it. I watched the movie 'The watcher' and the story just
hit me. Feedback would be very much appreciated, as it encourages my
writing and helps me get better.

Chapter 1 – I missed you...

The police were frantically searching the river with
boats and divers, but until now, they hadn't found him. Joel listened
to the report being given to him by Mitch Casper, while sitting in
his hospital bed. He had been lucky, because the bullet
in his leg had missed the bone and the muscles would heal soon
enough. Polly had come by earlier and talked to him, but he couldn't
remember what she had said. Since he jumped out of that window
earlier, everything had been a blur.

“...up the search,
assuming he's dead...”

Snapping out of his stupor, he looked at the man
standing next to his bed.

“What did you just
say?”

“We are giving up
the search, assuming he's dead. His body has most likely been swept
away in the current. There's no chance he survived that long in the
icy water. It's finally over.”

“Yes, that's good.”

But all Joel felt was emptiness and loss. He definitely
had to talk to Polly about that. On second thought, better not talk
about it. Most likely it was just a side effect of what had
transpired today. Some temporary madness, that would go away soon
enough.

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But it didn't go away. Not at all. Half a year had
passed since they had tumbled out of that window, but he still felt
like he missed something.

The first days he had waited for another photo or
another murder, but nothing had happened.
And slowly but surely, he became certain that Griffin had to be dead.
After all, if he was still alive, he would have contacted him. Of
that Joel was absolutely certain, too.

He had tried to continue with his life. Gone back to
work, visited Lisa's grave, seen Polly twice each weak and finally
he'd even gone out with her. But it hadn't worked and after a short
time they had broken up again. Now he didn't see her anymore. He had
a new therapist, whom he visited regularly.

But the meetings didn't help him to sleep better. Not at
all. He was once again lying awake at night, thinking about David
Allan Griffin. He had the strong suspicion, that he was becoming
obsessed with the man. He had started dreaming about him and when he
saw somebody with long black hair in a crowd, he wondered if it would
be Griffin.

Shaking his head at his own stupidy, Joel got up and
went over to his couch. Damn it, Polly had been right with her
theory. He missed him. He missed the challenge, the anger, the guilt.
Now there was nothing left. His work was boring at best and most
cases proved no challenge at all. Griffin at least had been smart. A
complete nut case and obsessed with him,
true enough. But he had still been an extremely clever man.

At some time during the last half year Joel had
realized, that he respected the other man. Respected him for the
challenge he had proved. But that wasn't all that was to it. There
was more, things that he would never tell his psychiatrist.

He had always dreamed about Lisa. His dreams and
nightmares had been filled with her. But lately his dreams had been
taken over by somebody else and that scared him. It wasn't normal to
have erotic dreams about a psychotic serial killer. Instead it was
probably a sign that he was mad too.

Seeing Griffin for the first time had just been so
unexpected. Joel had known that he would be a handsome and
charismatic man, otherwise he would never have had the opportunity,
to get close to so many women. But he never thought, that he would
fall for that charm, too. He hadn't even looked at a man since high
school and that was already longer ago, than he cared to remember.

Griffin had simply had something special. A pull, that
had immediately drawn him in. His long dark hair, reflecting the
light, his dark, mysterious eyes, but what had drawn him most of all
was the look in those eyes. They had reflected love at him. Passion,
care and devotion to an extent he had never seen before. Even Lisa
had never looked at him like this. That was another thing that scared
him. The intensity of those feeling and the intense obsession they
had in turn awoken in him.

Shaking himself out of his reverie, Joel thought, that
he was no better than Griffin. Just as obsessed. But Griffin was dead
now and hopefully his obsession would go away. Go away like
everything else in his life and leave him empty.

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Getting up from the couch, Joel went over to his shelf
and fetched his drawing utensils. The new therapist
he now went to was of the opinion, that drawing would help him get
rid off the things that plagued his mind.
And getting rid off them would in turn ease his migraine.

He thought it to be a major waste of time and yet he
spend most of his free time sketching and
throwing away everything he did. Not because he was bad at drawing,
but because he hated what he drew.

Taking a fresh piece of coal he started sketching
the familiar face. He wanted to draw Lisa or Polly or just anybody,
but his mind always strayed to long, shiny hair and inky black eyes.
Sometimes he wondered if he really remembered the way Griffin looked
or if he had just idealized him in his mind, turning him into someone
he could desire.

And he definitely did desire him. Remembering the way he
had stood in the graveyard in his black clothes and wondering how the
body underneath those clothes had looked. That was another reason,
why he always felt foolish, when thinking about Griffin. The man was
dead and still he haunted him, filling Joel with longing and desire.

Joel already wanted to rip apart his half-finished
drawing, when his telephone rang.

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“Campbell”

“Here's Mitch.
There has been a murder in 584, Albert Lane. You have been assigned
to the case.”

“Ok, I'll be there
in half an hour.”

Clicking his phone shut, Joel groaned. Another murder
case. Probably something as boring as a husband killing his wife or
something similar. Throwing on his jacket, he quickly left his flat
going down to his car.

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He looked at the picture, that lay forgotten on the
coffee table and chuckled to himself. Sitting on the rooftop opposite
the window, he had a perfect view of the flat. Having zoomed his
camera in on the sheet of paper, he saw his own face staring back at
him.

“Hello, Joel.”,
he whispered the words to the empty night. “I missed you...and
it seems like you missed me too. But now we'll see each other again.
Soon.”

Blowing a kiss over to the dark window, he got up and
left his look-out post on the roof.

TBC...
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