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Watching again	By : darkangel985 Category: S through Z > Watcher, The Views: 3613 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Watcher, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I've been jumping up
and down with joy the last couple of days, because I hadn't expected
anybody to read the story. And I got two reviews. I'm glad that I'm
not the only one, who sees the (obvious!!!) slash in the movie.
Thanks to kat8cha and TwistedFairytale for encouraging me with their
reviews.

Chapter 2 – Familiar

He had a bad feeling
about this the moment he entered the flat. The surrounding faces
seemed unusual grim. As soon as he stepped into the living
room, he knew exactly why. Shit. Oh,
Shit. He's back. Joel tried to ignore the shimmer of excitement,
that flared up in his gut, the moment he saw the girl lying on the
floor.

Young average college
girl. Blond hair, blue eyes, pretty face.
Her neck bloody from the piano wire. Her
top was missing. Joel found the slight stab of jealousy, that shot
through his body most disturbing. Now he was getting jealous of a
corpse, that David may have touched. Since when was he calling
Griffin David anyway? Maybe he should just move to the next
psychiatric clinic. Or preferably one in New Jersey.

Ok, now he had a dead
girl and a migraine already on it's way. He wondered if his day could
get any shittier, when Mitch stepped up to him, holding an evidence
bag in his hand. Great. Why the hell did he have to ask? Damn it.

“We found this next to the
girl on the floor.”

Carefully reaching a
gloved hand inside, Joel drew out a greeting card. He hesitated to
open it, afraid of what he would find. Another young woman. Another
potential victim. Another lead to a hunt, he would loose anyway. His
heart hammered in his chest and if he was true to himself, he would
have admitted, that it wasn't solely fear quickening his pulse.

He felt like his life
was suddenly focused again. There was finally a point and purpose to
his actions. The goal was clear again. To hunt David Allan Griffin.
It never even occurred to Joel, that he had
only seen his goal in hunting, but not in capturing the man. But if
it had, he would have denied it anyway.

Finally plucking up his
courage, he opened the card.

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Seeing the photo, Joel
sighed with relief. It was only the girl, who was already dead.
Although he felt sorry for the young woman, he couldn't help being
glad, that Dav...Griffin, he corrected himself angrily, had obviously
not yet chosen a new target.

Inside the card was
also a short message, addressed to him:

Sorry, that I shot
you, Joel.

Hope you missed me
as much as I missed you.

Love, David

“It's just sick, huh?”

Mitch
was standing next to his shoulder, so Joel simply nodded in
affirmation, before carefully tucking the card back. He was right, it
was sick. Totally sick. Sighing deeply Joel left the flat, Mitch
following behind him. They passed a few CSI's, but Joel didn't take
further notice of them. The rest of the evening was bound to be an
unpleasant one.

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Joel was oblivious to the dark eyes watching him. David only
needed to reach out with his hand and he could have easily touched
the other man. Just being that close to Joel had him rock-hard, but
the wide CSI suit easily hid his erection.

They really were totally unobservant. It was hilarious. After Joel
left, he went back to the living room and waited for something to do.
It only took a few seconds until another CSI came over to him,
placing a camera in his hands.

“Take some more photos of the scene.”

He hid his grin, before setting to work. Photos. Photos were
always good. As a little present for Joel or to keep as a memory, it
didn't really matter. He took a close up of the girl's face, her dead
eyes staring back at him. Maybe he would sent that one to Joel. But
sending it was always so impersonal.

Having decided to visit Joel later, David put the camera away and
slipped the film into his pocket. They really made it too easy for
him. No real challenge here. So unlike Joel. It felt good to be back,
to be close to the other man. After leaving the flat, he stuffed his
CSI suit into the nearest trash can and confidently walked down the
street, humming a soft, merry tune to himself.

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It was already two in the morning, when Joel finally stumbled back
into his appartment. His head was imploding as his migraine sent wave
after wave of mind-numbing pain through his skull. Stumbling into his
bathroom, he found the ampule with his medicine and set himself a
shot. His back was supported on the tiled wall, when he slowly sank
to the floor, fighting the overpowering urge to vomit.

The meeting had been pure hell. The whole police department and
the FBI were frantic, because David was back. Joel guessed, that he
would be pleased with the attention he was getting. Everybody was
currently as tensed as a spring, waiting for the next photo to turn
up. He wondered whether the next picture would contain another
message for him. Secretly hoping, that it would.

He immediately scolded himself for these thoughts. A girl was dead
for fuck's sake and all he was thinking about was the way David's
hair had shimmered in the sun. He needed to go to sleep. Definitely.
Maybe everything would look better in the morning. Maybe he would be
less obsessed with thoughts of David in the morning. Sure. And maybe
his migraine would just kiss his ass and vanish.

Hoisting himself up from the cold floor, he went over into the
living room, not even bothering to switch on the light. He didn't
care that the flat was full of shadows, full of corners someone, like
David his subconscious supplied, could
easily hide in. When his migraine was as bad as at the moment, the
shadows were his friends, protecting his head from the sharp pain
light would cause.

Sinking back onto his couch, he propped his feet on the table. He
wouldn't be able to sleep after a day like this anyway. Reaching down
to the floor he brought up a bottle of scotch and filled a generous
amount into a halfways clean glass, that stood around on the table.

Slowly sipping his drink he let his thoughts run wild and they
inevitably settled on his favorite topic as
of late. David Allan Griffin. Serial killer. Madman. Gorgeous. He
really needed to watch his mouth, when he was speaking in front of
the other team members. He hadn't talked much during the meeting, but
he had almost slipped thrice, barely refraining from calling Griffin
David. That was a slip-up he definitely couldn't afford.

Half a year ago there had already been rumors, that his obsession
with Griffin was more than the professional
'I-want-to-catch-him'-kind, but they had quieted down after a while.
Now it would only take a few days until they were back in full force.
It didn't matter, that they were essentially right. He was obsessed
with the man and he knew it.

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Thirty minutes later, Joel's head slowly dropped to the side as
sleep finally claimed him. Creeping forward carefully and silently,
ensuring that he wouldn't wake Joel up, David stepped
out of the shadows. He had spend the whole evening watching Joel
lounge on the couch and brood, waiting for him to fall asleep. And
his beloved needed every second of sleep he could get. There had been
dark circles under his eyes at the crime scene today, but in sleep
his face looked younger.

So beautiful. He let his hand glide over Joel's
face, staying just a fraction above the skin. His eyes never left
Joel's closed lids, making sure that he stayed asleep. Joel wasn't
ready for this, wasn't ready to wake up next to him and accept his
feelings. David had learned that lesson the last time they met. But
this time would be different. This time, he would wait until Joel was
ready to come to him.

He let his hand hover over Joel's cheek, wondering if the other
man would unconsciously feel his closeness.
And he did. He turned slowly, bringing his cheek into contact with
David's hand. Snuggling deeper into the touch, Joel sighed, but slept
on undisturbed.

David couldn't help but smile at that. So sweet. Such a wonderful
game, they were playing. Careful not to
disturb Joel's sleep, he lowered his head. His lips started tingling,
when he pressed them against Joel's mouth in a feather-light kiss.

TBC...
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