Right, so I promised I'd work on the Remember Me Remix. And I actually have half of the next chapter done! :D But then I got really distracted. Why? Here's a story... One day in English class, we were assigned to read a book. That particular book's title happened to be The Death of a Salesman. It was honestly a really good book, but it was actually written as a play. I loved it a whole lot, and we read it during class and we got to play the parts and everything. English is awesome right? It's my favorite class. :) Anyway, there was this girl who used to sit in the front of said English class. She now sits in the back (to her extreme loathing). That girl was a writer. She wanted to know what it would be like to write a PLAY instead of a SHORT STORY. So here it is! The first ever posted CAUSE OF DEATH PLAY! :D :D :D ! By the way, I'm that girl. Duh.

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[Detective Malachi "Mal" Fallon works for the San Francisco Police Department. Special Agent Natara Williams works as a top profiler for the FBI. Agent Williams had been assigned to the Maskmaker Case and was partnered with Detective Fallon. The pair quickly solved the case, but found a conspirator was behind it. The trail dead of leads, Agent Williams has been staying in San Francisco until the conspirator was apprehended.]

Special Agent Natara Williams: But, sir, I don't understand. We haven't closed the Maskmaker Case yet. Why do I have to come back now?

Chief Blaire: [firmly] We need you back here at the FBI, Agent Williams. You have no leads and the case is dead. Will that be a problem?

Natara: Yes, actually. I would have liked to help out a bit more around here. I've been working different cases and it seems…[She is cut off by Blaire.]

Blaire: [slightly angrily] Say your goodbyes now, Special Agent. [He pauses, considering.] I'm getting you on the next plane out of there.

Natara: [upset] …yes, chief.

[Meanwhile, in the SFPD, Detective Mal Fallon has been planning a celebration for his partner. It has been one year exactly since they became partners. The whole SFPD is in a frenzy, awaiting her arrival. There are balloons and confetti everywhere. Mal and Amy Chen, from the crime lab, stand together talking, Detective Ken Greene, Mal's best friend, is nearby.]

Detective Mal Fallon: Do you think she'll like it?

Amy Chen: Of course she will, Mal! She'd love it even if her best friend hadn't planned it out perfectly!

Detective Ken Greene: [cutting in] Man, you worry too much! Natara loves you; she's going to love this party!

Mal: [blushing slightly] Shut up, Ken. She doesn't love me. We're best friends.

[Ken opens his mouth to retort, but Natara walks in, looking worried, her head down.]

Natara: [looking up, confused] Um, what is…?

Mal, Ken, Amy, and surrounding officers: Happy One-Year Anniversary!

[Mal walks up to Natara and hugs her, not noticing her distraught look until afterwards. Tears swim in her eyes as she looks around and then back at him.]

Natara: Mal, why would you do this?

Mal: I… [He pauses.] We've been partners for a year now. I thought you'd want to celebrate.

Natara: [sympathetically] I came to tell you all that Chief Blaire called me an hour ago. He wants me on the next plane back.

Mal: No! He…he can't just do that… [turning to face Captain Maria Yeong, head of the SFPD] Can he Captain?

Captain Maria Yeong: [regretfully] I'm afraid he can, detective. We're going to miss Agent Williams very much.

[Natara looks around at all of the tearful faces and realizes how much she's hurting them. Looking up at the face in front of her, she realizes how much she's killing Mal. She realizes just how much she doesn't want to leave. She runs back out the door without another word. From inside, they hear tires screeching. Mal runs outside after her and sees her lying in the road by a large truck that swerved into the sidewalk. This was no accident.]

Mal: [running to her] Natara!

[She looks up at him as he kneels beside her. Mal knew she didn't have much time left, but he still had three words to say that he'd been holding in for a year now, and this would be his last chance. He still had limited time; after all she was still breathing.]

Mal: Natara…you're…

Natara: [comfortingly] It's better this way, Mal. I don't want to go back there. Just let me go.

Mal: I can't do that. [He pulls out his phone to dial 911.] Natara, I love you.