Chapter 1

Detective Hoffman walked through the large warehouse, looking at various designs of contraptions that John and Amanda had put together. It was hard for him to figure out which drawings were Amanda's, and which were John's. They both drew with such detail and creativity.

Hoffman walked to the other end of the warehouse and through the curtain to Amanda's room. Her room was small, like a janitor's closet. There was a bed, a dresser, and a small trunks.

Hoffman reached down and picked up Amanda's pillow. He looked at it a moment, then brought it up to his nose and inhaled deeply. The pillow smelled of Amanda. A mix of her perfume and shampoo. He loved the smell of her. It was a strange scent. The kind you can't put your finger on. A mix of so many fragrances that all smelled so good, it was hard to resist.

He wished Amanda were with him. She smelled much better in person versus through a pillow. Hoffman hated when Amanda ran arrends for John. He hoped she wouldn't be gone long.

He replaced the pillow on her bed and opened a random dresser drawer. He found Amanda's t-shirts. Closing it, he began opening another when something caught his eye. Underneath Amanda's bed was a small metal box. He picked it up, it was locked.

Amanda must have the key with her. Hoffman thought.

"What are you doing, asshole?" someone asked. Hoffman jumped. Amanda leaned against the doorway, holding the curtain aside. Hoffman stared in shock for a moment.

"I-I didn't hear you com in." he said. She walked forward and took the box from him. She opened the small trunk and placed the box inside.

"What did John need you to do?" Hoff man asked. He watched her closely as she picked up a comb and brushed her long hair.

"John wanted information on Detective Kerry." she replied.

"Detective Kerry? What for? Is she next?" Amanda nodded. Hoffman stood up and walked the small two feet over to her. Her big brown eyes gazed up into his.

"Where's John?" Hoffman asked, inching his face towards hers.

"Sleeping." she replied as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His lips touched hers softly. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her closer.

You can not become emotionally attached to anyone. John's words echoed in his head.

Fuck off. He thought back. How could he stop feeling the way he did about Amanda? At first he could have pushed her away, but now, now it was too late.

His mind wandered back to the day he'd first met Amanda.

Her hair was short then, her face more innocent looking. She was small, but smart. John had introduced them one day while he worked on a trap for a man named Paul. Amanda was the only known survivor of John's game, and he'd apparently became her father figure. Hoffman had hated her. He hated her face, her hair, her smile, her cockiness, her attitude. Everything he found attractive about her now.

Somehow over the course of six months, she inched her way into his life. John caught on about four months in and reminded him not to get emotionally attached to anyone.

He tried hard to push Amanda away, but she came back. She always did. By the fifth month they became all too careful around John, pretending to hate each other. By the sixth month there was no turning back.

Suddenly there was a strange beeping sound. Hoffman jumped back to the present. Amanda was backed against the wall, her nails dug into his back. His hands had crept up her sides and under her shirt.

Amanda unwrapped her arms and clicked a button on her watch. She looked up at him.

"John needs his medicine." She said. She turned and to walk away and Hoffman grabbed her around the waist. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him.

"What are you doing, asshole?" she asked, trying to break free. Holding her with one arm Hoffman reached up and brushed her hair behind her shoulder. He kissed her neck softly, then let her go.

He followed her to John's room. John was hooked up to a monitor and surrounded by loads of complicated medical equipment.

Amanda touched John's arm softly and he opened his eyes. She held a glass of water to him and he took a sip from the straw.

"How's your head?" she asked.

"Fine thank you, Amanda." she smiled to him. Hoffman never did understand their connection. Amanda idolized John; but he wasn't exactly sure what made him attached to her.

"Detective Hoffman," John said. "Amanda, could you excuse us a moment." Amanda nodded. She handed John two small white tablets and a glass of water. He took his medicine and she placed the glass on the counter and left.