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Here's chapter four, once again anything written like this are Mal's thoughts. I hope you enjoy the chapter! :D

Her beautiful smile as the sun hit her face; she always loved summer. It was her favorite time of the year. The way the sun glistened against the wall in her apartment even though it was 9'o clock at night. Sitting on the building top, watching as the sun slowly disappeared behind the landscape of the city, shortly followed by the city lights slowly coming to life. Watching as the cool summer breeze swept through her long dark brown hair. It was cold now, it got darker earlier and the world seemed so much more dull. But with her by his side it seemed to make things better, she was his summer in the middle of November, his breath of fresh air. And yet she couldn't even remember him.

Alone in the dark emptiness of his apartment; Mal sits on his couch. Cold beer in hand, as he stares at the window. Watching as the raindrops slowly slide down the windowpane. The pain from his headache can in no way even begin to compare to the pain in his heart, from the way it aches for her.

I can't be the only one that remembers….

Mal rises to his feet and walks into the kitchen, placing the beer bottle down on the counter. He supports himself against the kitchen sink as he exhales deeply, letting more thoughts escape into the overcrowded mess that is his mind. He leans back and runs a hand through his messy, unbrushed hair.

Oscar…surely he must remember her! He was engaged to her for god'sake!

He knew it was a long shot but right now it was all he had, as he took a deep hesitated breath. He quickly turned on his heels and after grabbing his car keys; made his way down to the courthouse.

With his hand on the door, the rain pouring overhead; Mal wondered if this was a good idea. Too many people already thought he was insane, but in the back of his mind he knew it may be the only chance to prove Natara was once more to him, than just a stranger he'd met on the street two days ago. He walked inside and slowly approached the reception desk to be greeted by a small red head with thick glasses.

Receptionist:" Can I help you sir?"

Mal:" Errr yeah, I'm here to see Oscar Santos…"

The woman slowly raised her head and stared at Mal, with a look of great anguish in her eyes.

Receptionist:" Oh? I'm sorry, you didn't hear then?"

Mal:" Hear what?"

Receptionist:" You obviously don't watch the news…Mr Santos is dead."

Mal:" What? When?"

Receptionist:" Over a year ago, during the Vernon Frist trial. The guy went nuts; he pulled blades out of his forearms and held the whole courtroom hostage. Mr Santos tried to stop him but instead the poor guy got killed for trying to be a hero."

It all hit Mal like a wave as he remembered, Natara told him what had happened when Frist flipped at his trial, he had injured Oscar but Natara managed to save him along with everyone else held hostage in that courtroom. But if Natara never joined the FBI, she never came to work on the Maskmaker case therefore she never stopped Vernon Frist during the trial. Mal stumbled away from the reception desk as he made his way back outside.

If Natara never saved Oscar, then what's to say that all the people Natara ever saved while working with me, everything she did while working with the FBI. It's all gone, all erased; forgotten.

Mal burst through his door and walked back into his apartment. His heart not so much aching more screaming for Natara. The pain indescribable as it tore through his chest as the memories rushed through his head like a kaleidoscope, flashing before his eyes.

'Can I call you Nat?'

'You can call me Special Agent Williams'

'I'm glad I have you in my life Mal.'

'Same to you, Nat. Same to you.'

'That's just it Mal, I'm tired of pretending.'

Mal shakes as he feels his heart quicken, his blood boil as he lashes out. Grabbing and throwing the beer bottle left on his kitchen counter across the room and watching, as it shatters against the wall into tiny pieces just like his heart, every time he thinks about her. Sliding down against the kitchen door, Mal sits with his head in his hands. And for the first time in his adult life, Mal does the one thing he knows his father would surely scold him for, even now. As he lets the tears fall from his eyes, leaving his cheeks tear-stained and cold. He sits in the dark silence, numb and alone.

He then quickly wipes his face, removing any evidence of him crying should anyone walk in and find him like this. Of course Mal knew that would be impossible, given that everyone Mal did know thought he was either crazy or slowly getting there. And the only person he wished more than anything would walk through that door, considered him a stranger. Even so, Mal sat back against the kitchen door now with a perfect view of his front door, watching and waiting to hear a knock he knew he'd never hear. But still, he waited and he waited whispering silent prayers under his breath to see her again.

Mal:" Come on, come on, come on. Please…"

Knock knock

Mal shot to his feet and rushed to the door as he carefully opened it, only to feel his heart drop in disappointment.

Mal:" Oh Hello Mrs Phillips."

Mrs Phillips:" Hello dear, I got your mail again I just thought I'd drop it off now your home."

Mal gave a forced smile to little old woman stood in his doorway as he took the mail from her.

Mal:" Thank you."

Mrs Phillips:" Not a problem dear, have a nice day."

Mal:" You too Mrs Phillips."

Mal smiled once again as the sweet old woman slowly disappeared down the hall back to her apartment. He then closed the door and threw the mail down on the coffee table before taking a seat on his couch, once again staring at the rain as it fell from the cold dull grey sky. Endlessly waiting for his summer to return.

I hope you liked this chapter! Please review, more to come soon! Jade xx