A Stitcher's Collection: Camsten One Shots

Daisy and Her Gatsby Part 2

"So what did you see?" Maggie questioned intently after Kirsten changed back into her normal clothes.

"I definitely saw a reenactment of Myrtle's hit-&-run. I think the killer could be fascinated with the ideas of the book. But the weird thing about the stitch was the first memory I saw was Andrea went to a party just like Gatsby's. I don't remember Myrtle going to one of his parties in the book." Cameron got out his copy of The Great Gatsby and skimmed through it. It was highlighted and bookmarked, with notes and all his favorite quotes.

"She's right. Fitzgerald never mentioned it." Cameron informed them as he looked up from his book. Kirsten glanced over at his opened book and noticed how detailed his notes were and how much he cared to keep his beloved book safe.

"Our killer isn't the only one obsessed with Gatsby." She whispered into his ear teasingly.

"Not a fan of a tragic love story, Stretch?"

"Only if it's worth it." Cameron thought about their supposed "love story". And if it ended today he would definitely say it was worth it. Finally Cameron was snapped back into reality when he heard Linus question, "Then why is the killer changing small unimportant details?"

"Wait a minute. Hold it! The details the killer are changing are very important. Myrtle's involvement in the story is very specific on how it effects everyone else's move. It might not always be so direct like her personality but the impact is still there."

"Someone obsessed with Gatsby?" Camille questioned with a smirk on her face.

"Maybe, but aren't you glad I am? It could be really used for our advantage on this case."

"Cameron's right." Maggie began. "So I want you guys to put your minds together and figure out what the missing pieces are. I'll call Fisher and see when he's free. But make sure to meet back here early tomorrow morning to stitch back in. Got it?"

"Got it." They all said in unison.

As they scattered from the conference room, Cameron went to the break room to grab a drink. He sure was going to need it. Kirsten followed his footsteps as he entered to the break room, as he grabbed a water bottle, he could feel her presence so he slowly turned around with a smile on his face.

"My apartment at 6, Sparky?"

"Where else would I want to be on a Thursday night, Stud?" She told him with a smile. His cheeks started to flame up, thinking about the events of the day. She told him she loved him, in Fitzgerald's terms. They kissed. But what if it was all for nothing once again? What if it was just residual emotions?

"Perfect. See you then."

*

"Wait. You're going over to Cameron's?!" Camille asked happily as they entered back into their house.

"Yes Nosy I am. But why do you care?"

"Because you told Cameron you loved him! Or was it all because-"

"Hold it right there! Think about it Camille. After everything me and Cameron have been through together it does make sense, doesn't it? I mean some of it was residual emotion but I meant what I said. I finally had control for once even if I felt the residual emotion linger. And I'm happy I told him. We both deserve this." The blonde explained. You could tell though as she explained it to Camille she was completely genuine.

"Okay Kirst. I'm really happy for you and Cameron." She brought Kirsten in for a tight hug and she returned the hug. After the both let go, Camille asked

"So when is the other Wonder Twin coming to get you?"

"I think I'm going to his apartment. He wants me there at 6." You could see Kirsten start to blush and a smile appeared on her face.

"Cool! And really Kirsten, I'm so happy for the both of you. I see a bright future for all of us."

"Me too."

*
As the stitcher approached the door, she stared at the wood for a moment before banging on it continuously. That was her signature knock. Anything to drive Cameron Goodkin crazy, especially when she came over at 2 am. When he opened the door, a bright smile came across his face at the sight of her.

"Hey beautiful!" The brunette greeted cheerfully. He was in his glasses and had changed into something more comfortable. He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek and her heart exploded.

"Hey Stud."

"Come on in."

As she entered the neuroscientist's apartment, wonder filled her soul. This was really going to happen. They were really going to be together.

"Can we talk?"

"Of course CG, that's why I came over."

"I mean about what happened in the lab. What you said." Kirsten bright expression fell. She wasn't sure if he was going to like what he was about to hear.

"Even though residual emotion lingered," The blonde began, she saw his expression fall slowly. She had to think fast.

"Everything I said was real. I love you Cameron. I want you and only you."

"You do?" The brunette questioned. It was truly unbelievable. The stitcher came closer, her lips hovered over his and they felt their breaths on each other's lips.

"Of course I do. All I want is you." She reassured. But to make it sure he would never forget, she leaned in and passionately kissed him. He instantly kissed back. His moment was here and now. And he knew he had to take it. His lips were soft. She smelled the faint scent of his cologne. And he smelled the faint scent of her perfume. She tugged on his shirt to bring him closer. As the broke apart for air, he cupped her cheek and whispered to her, "Wow Stretch, didn't know ya felt that way. Have you know how long I've been waiting for that?"

She gave him one of her rare genuine smiles. But he doesn't know how long she's been waiting. Kirsten couldn't exactly pinpoint it, but she had always felt something for Cameron. It was there in the depths of her heart. It was inspirational. Their stare broke when they heard a knock at the door.

"That must be Linus, I told him he could come over here and help us." But when he opened the door, there wasn't a Linus in sight. Just two envelopes. One addressed to Jay Gatsby. And another to Daisy Buchanan. Cameron picked up the envelopes, examining every detail. Then he handed on to Kirsten.

"Here ya go Daisy."

"Are you still calling me that Gatsby?"

"No look!" He pointed down to who the envelope was addressed to. Daisy Buchanan. The Golden Girl. She started to examined every detail of the envelope, even the handwriting.

"You have to be Daisy."

"Then you must be Gatsby."

"But why?"

"Cameron!" She heard a girl scream down the hallway. It was Camille.

He peered out of his apartment and saw Camille and Linus running towards him.

"What is it?" He yelled back as he pushed up his glasses.

As she rushed to him, she had an envelope in her hands facing him to where he could see. It was addressed to Jordan Baker.

"Look what we got!" He took the envelope from her hands and it clicked. The killer wasn't finished with them yet.