Well, I had a snow day yesterday, so yay! More writing :) I would be reading but, I have finished The Titan's Curse, and I haven't got The Battle of The Labyrinth yet, very annoying -.- Anyhoo, enjoy the story/chapter that is made from procrastinating homework :D


Natara ran back to the station, trying to compress the conversation she just had. Tasha King died, about two years ago, yet she just had a conversation with her. She knew she saw what she saw, her imagination wasn't that strong, right? She ran though the front doors, and the few people there turned to look at her, in total, there was about six or seven there in the bullpen. Luckily, Mal was there and he walked over to her
"What happened? You look like you just saw a ghost." He smirked slightly, his hands on her shoulders, she was out of breath and pale. Everyone else stopped paying attention and got back to what they were doing
"I did. I saw a ghost." She tried to fix her probably messed up hair "T-Tasha, Tasha King." Mal's gaze hardened, even though it happened a while ago, that subject what still something he refused to talk about
"Is this because of what I said yesterday? Because if it is, it's a horrible joke." He took his hands off her shoulders
"I'm not kidding. Why would I joke about this? Out of everyone I know, I thought at least you would believe me!" She stormed off in a huff, and Mal just sighed, unsure of what to do or say, how could he lie directly to her and say he believed in something that obviously wasn't real?

The rest of that day was spent doing paperwork, as much as Mal hated to admit it, he kind of wanted people to start killing others, just so he'd have something interesting to do, not that he'd ever admit it. Occasionally while he was working, he looked over to Natara, who whenever saw him looking at her, shot a glare, as if to say 'Non-believer'. He sighed, and got back on with his paperwork, which seemed more and more tasking the more pages he turned and filled out.

Five o'clock couldn't have come sooner, yet he still couldn't go for another hour because of the uncompleted work. After what seemed like hours in hell, he finally got into his car, and drove back to his apartment. As he was entering his apartment building, his phone rang, and he answered it, seeing Blaise's caller ID. He put his phone up to his ear, not really in the mood to talk.
"What do you want?" He said flatly, as he started climbing up the stairs, he hated being on a really high up floor.
"Well, hello to you to." She said sarcastically "Have you and Nat had a fight?"
"Yeah, wait, no, I mean..." He sighed "I don't know." He explained to her what happened, "And now, she hates me." He opened the door, and walked inside. His apartment was oddly cold.
"Yeah, I could kinda tell, she told me her side. Anyway, good luck with all that drama." Even though they were on the phone, he could tell that she was silently mocking him, she knew most of all how much he hated drama.
"Gee, thanks." He muttered "See you tomorrow."
"Have fun dealing with Nat." She teased and he could hear the sound of her laughing
"Oh, piss off." He hung up, really not in the mood.

He sat down on his couch, and turned on the TV. A few minutes after, he heard the sound of heels against the wooden floor. He sat up straight, looking over at where his closest gun was, just in case.
"Oh Malachi..." That voice. He knew it straight away, how could he ever forget. He turned towards the voice, and just as he suspected, he was met with the blue eyes like his own "I thought me and your father taught you better than that."


Again, the old 'person returning' thingy. Meh, I thought it was a good ending :3 Review?