I was seriously debating whether to post this or not because you'll all hate me for the rest of my life and never wanna speak to me again. But then I was all like YOLO. I'm not even sorry. BRING ON DA HATE, GUYS. I CAN SLEEP WITH MY EYES OPEN.

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Chapter One – Confess

Natara Williams wasn't one to have love come to her in drones. She was usually lucky to find someone nice once, maybe twice a year. Sure, she was beautiful. Yes, she was smart. Of course she was a wonderful person to be around. But love just didn't tend to come her way.

It was a strange sensation, therefore, having two men essentially 'fighting' for her.

"Oscar…proposed."

Mal's stomach dropped to his feet and he clenched his fists. Oscar Santos…marrying his partner. He, Mal, was supposed to tell her how he felt. He was supposed to win her over. But handsome, charming, bold Oscar had gotten to her first.

"That's…wow. Nat, that's great." The words spilled out of his mouth, tasting like bile.

"Yeah," she said. "I suppose."

No. He thought to himself. That is the opposite of "great." It's horrible, in fact. It will cause the world to end. My world, anyway.

"He's really lucky," Mal said. "You're a really special girl."

Natara blushed crimson. "Thanks."

"No, I mean it. You're really special. You're beautiful, funny, sweet, and on top of that, a genius. I hope he knows how lucky he is to have you…forever…" Mal frowned. "…forever."

"Are you okay?" She put a hand on his shoulder. "You seem upset."

"'Course I'm okay. I just," he paused. "I have something to tell you."

"Alright. Want to grab some Chinese or something?"

"Yeah." Mal smiled. "I'd love to."

"Okay." Natara giggled. "Confession. When I was little, I was obsessed with My Little Pony."

"What?" Mal laughed. "You? You're kidding me."

"Nope. Totally true! I had every one they made and I lined them all up on my dresser and brushed their tales…" She stopped, realizing Mal couldn't hear the rest of the details as he had fallen onto his back in laughter. "Stop it!"

"Special Agent Natara Williams," he gasped, eyes watering. "The My Little Pony fanatic. It's too perfect. Wait until Kai hears…"

At which point, she jumped on top of him and pinned his arms to the ground.

"Don't you dare!"

"Oh but he would love to hear all of the Young Natara Williams stories…!"

"Mal Fallon, I swear if you breathe one word of this to him…" She leaned in close so their faces were barely an inch apart and her breath tickled his lips. "…I will personally become a murderer, just for you."

"Aw you'd do that for me! That's so sweet!" He laughed.

She released one of his arms to clap a hand over his mouth, enabling him to grab her around the waist and roll so he had the upper hand.

"For a special agent of the FBI," he said, pinning her arms down. "You'd think you could fight better."

Suddenly her body went limp and her eyes closed.

"Nat?" He got up. "Natara?"

"Ha!"

She sprung up and stood in front of him triumphantly.

"For a detective," she said, smirking. "You'd think you could spot a fake."

"So what did you want to tell me?" Natara asked Mal, keeping her eyes closed, head in his lap.

"Oh uh…"

"Come on, you can tell me anything." She sat up and faced him. "Anything. Please tell me?"

"Okay well…" He hesitated. "Remember when we met?"

"Of course. We were looking at a body, thanks to Eric."

"Right well, remember when I walked over and asked what you were doing, and you stood up and looked at me?"

"Yeah, I guess so…"

"I've loved you since that moment."