Jeff X psychologist! Reader

Part 9

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Cameron leant back on his leather office chair, his feet placed carelessly at the edge of his desk and his head laid on his folded arms. He could now relax after he was satisfied with his 'work'. Cameron was staring out of the window when his office door flew open and you marched in. He fought back the urge to smirk and smiled instead.

"Ah FN, good aft-"

"Shut it." Cameron's lips twitched. He was amused at how angry you looked.

"Why that's very rude, don't you think?"

"No, not for the occasion."

"What ever do you mean?" He swivelled in his chair to face the window and smirked, although you couldn't see it.

"You know exactly what I mean Cameron!" He heard you slam you hands down on his desk.

" I really have no idea why you could be so upset."

You groaned." Jeff! You got him taken off my rota!" Cameron turned his chair to face you once again and faked an astonished gasp.

"Me? I did no such thing." You glared down at him but could see he wasn't going to crack easily- so you decided to play dirty. Putting on a flirtatious smile you walked around his desk and sat on it. You pouted.

"Cam-cam that wasn't very fair. My treatment was working so well." Cameron inwardly groaned. Dammit why did you have to be so hot. He clicked his tongue. He knew exactly why you wanted Jeff put back on your rota, he knew of the little game you would play- of course he would never tell you he knew, no, he could have his own fun too. Cameron stood and placed his hands at either side of your body, your face inches away from his. His eyes wondered over you as you felt his hot breath against your cheeks.

"I'll see what I can do." It was barely above a whisper but you heard it non the less. You moved quickly, sliding over his desk and out the door before he even realised what had just happened. Smiling, he sat back in his chair and retuned to his earlier position.

"Your determined, I'll give you that LN."

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Jeff's eyes stung and his vision was nothing more than shadows. He had stopped coughing up blood now but his body still convulsed. It hurt him with every shake or twitch. A foul metallic taste clung to his taste buds and he gaged at how strong it was. Jeff could deal with the smell- after all he was a killer- but the overwhelming taste he was getting was too much, he wasn't a cannibal like EJ and didn't like the taste of blood. Although he had stopped coughing up blood it still trickled out of his scars and through the muzzle. Jeff's hair clung to him as it was dowsed in his blood from laying in the sticky and now drying pool of it. Half of his face was also painted red and so was much of his clothing- he wasn't sure how much blood he had lost but he was sure it was quite a lot. Slowly he sat up, his body hunched over and began to take deep breaths. His head stung too. There was a buzzing noise in his head. 'Wait.. That isn't a buzzing noise it's... Static.' Jeff received one six worded message.

'We are coming to get you.'

Jeff smiled. 'Oh that bastards going to pay for what he did.' His smile widened and he chuckled, that chuckle than turned into a psychotic laugh as he threw his head back, no longer caring about the pain.