Mostly just a little fillet I thought would amuse people. I don't know where all these ideas are coming from, but I am enjoying this. Quite a bit, actually.

Oscar growled in frustration as he went over the file of his latest case. Gerry Daniels, a former bartender being accused of a double murder who claimed he was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. Catherine Krutzik sure was giving Oscar a hard time, but he was determined to but the lying bastard away for life.

He closed the file and rubbed his temples, wishing the day was over and he could just go home and sleep. Between his job, her job and planning the wedding, he hadn't been sleeping too well. Sometimes he wished he could just sneak off for a few hours during the day and take a nap, but unfortunately there was more than a lot of work to be done.

There was a soft knock on his door, and his assistant stuck her head in. "Mr. Santos?"

"Yes, Amelia?"

"There's a man at the front asking to see you. He says his name is Detective Fallon and that he needs to talk to you."

Oscar stored the file in his desk. "Send him in." Amelia nodded and disappeared again. Not even a minute later, Mal came through the door and closed it in Amelia's face.

"You. I need to talk to you."

"Yes, I heard. And honestly, Fallon, did you really need to slam the door in my assistant's face?"

"I didn't mean to." Oscar rubbed his temples again and stood.

"Alright, well you wouldn't be here unless whatever you need to say is extremely important," he said as he crossed around to the front of his desk. "And I'm assuming it's a personal matter because otherwise you would have called."

"Ha. She's rubbing off on you," Mal grinned.

"Detective Fallon, we are both very busy men, and I would appreciate it if you would tell me what you need to say and then leave so I can get back to work!" Mal frowned at him and rolled his eyes.

"Alright, alright, cool your panties. It's about Natara."

"What about her?" Now Oscar was truly curious. Mal seemed to be struggling for words, but he waited patiently.

"Look, Oscar, she's my best friend," he began. "She's been my partner for almost two years now, and I know her better than I know anyone else."

"Yes, I know," Oscar said. "What's your point?" The other man grimaced before continuing.

"Somewhere in there I fell in love with her."

"Oh, now you just stop right there, Fallon! If you're here to-"

"No! No, I promise I'm not here to ask you to call off the wedding or whatever," Mal backtracked quickly. "I've never told her and I don't expect you to either. I never told her, and she fell in love with you and now you're getting married. I respect that. I respect her choice and I refuse to ruin your marriage by telling her."

"Then what?" Oscar knew his annoyance was very obvious and that he should try to tone it down a bit.

"I guess I just came down here to say that I truly care about her. And her well-being," Mal said. Oscar sighed.

"Mal, I know," he said. "I know you're her best friend and she talks about you all the time. But I already knew that, so I'm still not quite sure why you're here."

"Well, the real point I'm getting at is this: She is my best friend. And if you ever hurt her in any way, I will personally hunt you down and break that pretty face of yours. And then I will discharge my service weapon."

Oscar couldn't help it- he laughed. He wasn't so much amused by Mal than he was grateful that he was so devoted to her that he threatened anyone who might have enough of her heart to break it.

And then he realized what he was saying.

"Wait a minute," he said, sobering immediately, "are you say you'd shoot me?"

Mal grinned. "Repeatedly."