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Started February 26, 2020 by @maddie-the-unknown

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(It's bothering me, so I just gotta. It seems silly, because I'm going to have to duck out, but like I can't stand not writing it)

Ian Javon, he had his faults, but everyone has their problems. Right? Of course, nowhere near as severe as his.
The man was a psycho, and definitely belonged in an insane asylum. He tortures people, just because he finds it amusing. He hunts people down, just so they know what he is capable of. He scares people, just because he wants to hear their screams.
But no one could stop him. He couldn't be found, he was too smart for that. He was on the FBI's most wanted list, and deserved much worse than he would get. He knew how to sweet talk someone up, even if he was a creep.
His mind was a dark place to be, if you got a glimpse, you'd have nightmares for months on end. There was no going back, once he had decided you were in his life.

And boy had he found someone. She worked for the NSA, and he couldn't keep his pale eyes off of her. Meredith Chambers, a woman of integrity. He knew she would take him down if she had gotten the chance. But she didn't know he existed, exactly. Not yet at least.
He had been keeping a tab on her, and once his last victim was gone, he decided to bring her a little closer. Anything he had on her, started to come out of the dark, and he was piling his stats up. He knew tons about her, and it wasn't normal any more. Nor was it ever.
He knew things from her favorite color, down to her blood type. How he had found this information, he would never tell. Everything he did, he kept highly classified. He admitted nothing, and if he did ten lies had come in between.
You could never trust a word he said.

Ian was in the middle of New Mexico, hiding in the darkest space of the small house he lived in. It was pitch black outside, and the red clock blinked midnight. He had shot the power once more, and had no clue of the actual time. He was too busy pacing, and downing a third cup of coffee.
The sound of his rather large feet, pounding on the floor, was an echoing sensation. Perfectly timed, thump, thump, thump. The sound echoed just the same in his brain; thump, thump, thump. He was beyond exhausted, but sleep wouldn't come to him. It rarely did.
Nightmares, of the things he had done, kept him up. When he was awake, it never bothered him. While asleep, it slowly killed him. It had gotten to the point, where he had been sleep walking, and brutally injuring himself. Though he never let the pain bother him.
Pain was for the weak, and he wasn't weak.

(Is that good, or do you want me to change/add more/ re-write anything?)

Meredith Chambers paced back and forth in her room. One of the most important companies that the NSA worked very closely with had been hacked, and she needed to write a letter to their coding team. The thing was, she needed to make this letter formal, and formal wasn't exactly her thing. Sure, she'd been working for the NSA for five years now, but that didn't mean that she had to write important and formal letters everyday. In fact, most of the work she did was separating joke emails and alerts from actual threats on the company email.

(M'kay~)

The dark room was illuminated by the soft blue glow of his computer screen. Ian leaned forward, pushing aside the mess on his desk. Text was scrolling across the screen, and he glared at it. He didn't like what was being said, adding in his own piece, he typed away on the key board before turning away. "Idiots." He scowled, draining off the last bit of coffee in his mug. His brow furrowed in disgust, and firmly set the ceramic glass aside. "I hate it when that happens." He muttered, referring to the cold bitter coffee. He looked down to the corner tab on his computer, and sighed. She was awake. Opening it, he watched her pace, just the same as he had been a couple minutes ago. Ian rubbed his tired eyes before plopping down in the old, beat up computer chair.

Deciding to leave the very important email for the moment, Meredith got up from the bed she had collapsed on just a moment ago and opened a package of chicken-flavoured ramen noodles, setting out some water to boil.

(Sorry for the short reply, I don't have too much creativity at the moment, but I have just enough to reply to some rps)

(It's all good! I get feeling that way :3)

"Finally," He muttered, watching her work on something to eat. "I've got like… 5 minutes." He mumbled, opening up a third tab, and reading over her email slowly. He needed to change it, but not too bad that she would notice. But what to change it to?
Sighing, he watched the blinking space in annoyance. "She can't tell them I got in… I could always change and send it…" He mumbled, tapping his finger on the computer screen.
"That's dumb, she'd just send a second one." He groaned, tapping his fist on the keys. It was leaving random symbols behind, with random letters. He didn't care though.

(sooooooooooo after the longest time i've got an idea for what meredith should do next, sorry for the long wait :/)
(oooo and while im at it i just got an idea for a nice plot twist)

Meredith sighed, and returned to her computer to put on some music while she was waiting for the water to boil. After all, a watched pot doesn't boil, she thought to herself. She paused for the briefest of moments, seeing the long string of random letters and symbols flowing out onto the draft of the email. Huh, interesting, she thought.

She was startled by the ding of her phone from the bed, alerting Meredith to a new notification. She eagerly got up from the chair, digging around in the bedsheets until her fingers felt the cold surface of her phone. She wrinkled up her face in confusion, seeing the notification. The NSA wanted her to move? Well, at least the place they wanted her to move to looked quite nice. Plus, she wouldn't have to pay for any of it. She smiled to herself, starting to pack up some of her clothes.

(Eeeeee I'm sorry It took so long)

Drumming his fingers on the keys, he listened to the click sound they made without actually pressing on them. "Think Ian!" He groaned, deleting the text he had left behind on the screen. Though he was interrupted by the sound of shuffling in the room. 'What is she doing?' He asked himself in a slight panic. Clicking open one of his previous windows, his eyes traced over her moves carefully. "What in the world…" He said softly under his breath.

Why was she packing? That couldn't be a good sign. She couldn't just get up an leave, or go on vacation. Nothing had been planned, so clearly this was something else. Whatever it was, he didn't like it. No good thing could come out of this on his part. She was clearly happy about whatever this was about. In the moments he had been fiddling around with the keyboard, he hadn't seen her check her phone. So the thought of checking her phone wasn't even in his first ten ideas. "She needs to stop."

(It's okayyyyyy I'm really spotty with replies toooooo)

"Wow," Meredith said aloud to herself, after settling down on the bed. "A NSA agent, living in an apartment, even though she's a NSA agent. Who would've expected that?" She sighed, looking off into the distance. "Well," she broke the silence that had followed, adding, "At least I'll be getting a nicer house. And I won't even have to pay rent. How nice!"

She was startled by the beep of the water heater, and got up abruptly, pouring the hot water over the dehydrated ramen noodles in a bowl she'd prepared in advance.

(Lol, don't worry about it :3)(And I'm sorry this is shorter, my brain isn't with me right now.)

"No… no, no, no!" He groaned out running a hand through his hair multiple times. "She can't move to an apartment, she can't leave this house!" Ian muttered, pushing out of the desk. He couldn't let her leave the house.

But what could he do? There wasn't much of anything he could, everything turned into a dumb idea. "What do I do!?" He moaned out, looking around his computer to find a solution to his problem.

(okay thanks, and that's okay)

The new house that her superiors wanted her to move to wasn't secured. It didn't have extra security. Mostly just extra niceties to make up for any inconveniences that moving might cause Meredith. See- they only wanted her closer to them, in case something unexpected happened to some very important files on her computer. They didn't want to have to travel all the way over to her current apartment just to check out something.

Meredith hummed softly to herself as she moved around the room, smiling to herself. She settled herself back down into the chair, and began to write that important email, finally.

"And now she's working on the email again… great." The man whined rubbing his tired eyes in annoyance. How could everything he had worked on, go so horribly wrong in one night? Everything was crashing, and burning incredibly quickly. "Let's figure out where she's going to move to first, then we'll deal with the email." He muttered to himself, opening a tab on a different computer.

Scrolling through messages, it took him only a couple of seconds to find what he was looking for. Typing in the address on a map system, he waited for it to load turning to face the computer with the email. Thank goodness, she was still typing.

A couple minutes later, Meredith had successfully finished the email. Was it a bit lengthy? Yes, but she thought it was pretty good the way it was. Clicking the send button and feeling very proud of herself, she leaned back in her chair and stretched, yawning. A cold breeze passed over her, and Meredith sat up straight again, shivering. She had suddenly gotten the feeling that someone was watching her, though she couldn't tell who. She looked around nervously, and got up to retrieve a coat to warm her body up.