One of Hers
A/N: I do all my typing on my iPod. I have a sprained thumb. How was this fun?
Anyway, I've decided to make myself a deadline, so I'll actually finish this story before the year 2050. So, I'll be posting new chapters on Wednesday mornings. Of course, I just got switched from Algebra 2 to Pre-Calculus Honours yesterday (I was invited into AP Psychology, too, but my schedule wouldn't allow it...) so you can expect me to be posting chapters late...a lot. But I'll still TRY to meet the deadline. I have my outline for chapter 4 done, so I'm already a tiny bit ahead of schedule...
Disclaimer: If I owned it, That whole Shawn plot arc would have been so much longer. Anyone else notice how irritatingly short their plot arcs are?
Chapter 3:
"You want me to kill one of your other children." I ask, though it came out as more of a statement than a question.
"That's exactly the point, my child. He isn't one of us."
"He's a cop?"
"Yes."
"And you still...?"
"He thinks I believe he has switched sides."
"...I'll be happy to kill our traitor."
"Good...very good."
"Who are we even questioning? And is there a point?" Mal said impatiently. He and Natara were in Natara's car, heading toward the home of their supposed witness.
"His name's Marcus Bellisario," Natara replies, gesturing to a file between the seats. Mal picked up the file and looked at the picture.
"Seriously? How old's this kid, 14?"
"19," Natara corrected, "He was the one who found the body."
"Is he a psychotic sadist?"
"No."
"Then this is a waste of our time!" Mal snapped. After a silence, he added, "I'm sorry."
"For what? You just shared your opinion."
"For snapping at you like that."
"Don't worry about it. Really," she said, pulling over, "Here we are."
Mal got out of the car and went straight for the door, "I still say this is a waste of our time."
"I can see that, Mal," Natara replied, smiling and following him to the front door. Mal knocked, and a young man opened the door.
"Mr. Bellisario?" Mal asked.
"Yes?"
"I'm Detective Mal Fallon, and this is my partner, Special Agent Natara Williams. We need you to answer a few questions."
"...Is this about what happened to Jen...?" Marcus asked.
"Yes," Natara answered, "We're trying to find who did this."
"Sure," Marcus stepped out of the way, and Mal and Natara stepped into his living room, "Anything to help." Natara sat down on Marcus' couch, and Mal began to wander the house.
"What are you doing?" Marcus asked him.
"Just looking around," Mal said innocently.
"Mr. Bellisario," Natara began, "You worked for Ms. Parks, correct?
"Yeah...I was her assistant..."
"Were you two close?"
"We were best friends..."
"I'm sorry for your loss... Could you tell me about finding the body?"
"Just that, Nat?" Mal said, standing with a pocket knife in his hands, "Maybe he can tell us about killing her, too..."
"What?" Marcus said, looking behind him at Mal, "That's ridiculous! I've never seen that knife before in my life."
"Really? It was hidden in your kitchen...And it looks like it could've made the slashes in our victim..."
"Well, I don't know how it got there..."
"Then you won't mind if we take it off your hands?"
"Feel free!" Marcus exclaimed, a little annoyed.
"Great," Mal says, dropping it into an evidence bag, "Well, Natara, dont let me stop you."
"Anyway..." Natara began, "How did you find the body?"
"Well, that was a humongous waste of time," Mal mumbled as they left the house.
"I'm not so sure..." Natara responded, "I think he's a likely suspect."
"My gut says it's one of hers."
"How do you know he isn't?"
"...I didn't think of that."
"Well? Do you think he could be?" Natara asked him. Mal shrugged, and Natara rephrased the question, "What does your gut say?" Mal didn't answer.
When the two returned to the bullpen, the phone on Natara's desk was ringing.
"Here, I'll take the knife to the lab. You get the phone."
"Okay," Natara said, handing him the evidence bag. Mal took the bag and left for the lab while Natara answered the phone, "Hello?...Hi, Chief...What's wrong?" As Maria spoke on her end, a look of concern began to grow onto Natara's face...
"EEWWWWWW! KAI!" Mal heard Amy yell from down the hall. He walked into the lab to find Kai eagerly telling Amy a story she clearly didn't want to hear.
"And then-" He was interrupted by Mal walking into the lab, "Oh, hi, Mal! You're just in time to hear about my dream last night!"
"I don't want to know, Kai-" Mal began.
"I had a sexy foursome with Maria, her girlfriend, and-" Kai began to say anyway. Amy just gave him a disgusted look.
"I said, I don't want to know, Kai!" Mal interrupted.
"Aww, but don't you want to know who the fourth person was?"
"No, I don't..."
"Awwww..."
"What brings you here, Mal?" Amy asked.
"We found this," Mal held up the evidence bag, "Badly hidden at our witness' house. Since we have absolutely no lead, I decided to bring it back."
Amy took the bag from Mal and said, "Thanks!"
"Hey, anything to help you ignore Kai," Mal said, turning to leave.
As he was walking out, he heard Kai yell after him, "And for the record, the fourth member was Amy!" followed by a disgusted "WHAT? KAI!" Mal just sighed and headed back to the bullpen.
"Hey, Nat." Mal says, walking into the room just as Natara hung up the phone.
"Mal," she acknowledges, with a concerned look on her face.
"Is something wrong?"
Natara sighs, "That was Maria... Ken's missing."
A/N: No, that scene in the lab wasn't necessary. But it was both for comic relief and a screaming opportunity to write about one of my all-time favourite fictional characters. What can I say? Kai cracks me up.
Thanks to all that reviewed! Seeya next Wednesday! (...I hope.)