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Sorry for taking forever to update Reclusive! But here it is now.
And we finally get to find out what happened to Natara!
Marilyn drove around town in her partner Mal's car, trying to take her mind of off that note. Or today, in general.
After getting gas, Marilyn decided that she was hungry, so she stopped at a place called Rip Van Wrinkles. She thought it was a peculiar name, but it looked pleasant. She got out of the car and walked into the restaurant. She was quickly greeted by a man who was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and board shorts.
"Hello!" The man greeted. "I'm Sean. What's your name?" He asked and put his hand out for Marilyn to shake.
"I'm Marilyn." She replied and shook his hand and quickly released it.
"So, what can I help you with today, Miss Marilyn?" Sean asked.
"I was wondering if I could get some food." She said.
"Sure! Take a seat anywhere you like, and I'll come back with some grub!" Sean said and disappeared quickly into the kitchen.
Marilyn looked to find a table when she saw a familiar brunette staring at her, his dark blue eyes locked on her green ones.
"Hey, Chubby Cheeks..." Marilyn said awkwardly.
"Do you normally steal your partner's cars, or am I just the first one?" Mal asked, eating his chowder.
"You're the first one, actually. But I filled your car up with gas, so you can't be mad at me, because people don't usually do that." Marilyn stated.
"People usually don't steal their partner's car." Mal retorted.
"I'm sorry. I mean it." Marilyn apologized.
"Eh, whatever." Mal smiled. "At least you didn't wreck it."
"Can I sit down?" Marilyn asked him.
"Sure!" Mal said, his mouth full of food.
Marilyn sat across from him.
"So... what brings you to Rip Van Wrinkles?" Mal asked.
"I was hungry, and this place looked nice, so I decided to come inside. The guy who greeted me was nice." Marilyn said.
"Oh, that's Sean. He's a friend of mine." Mal said.
"So, is the food good here?" Marilyn asked.
"It's so bad, that I'm on my third bowl of chowder." Mal said sarcastically.
"You eat a lot." Marilyn said.
"I'm hungry!" Mal replied and Marilyn laughed.
"So that's why you're eating like an animal, or do you always eat like that?" Marilyn asked.
"You're such a bully." Mal mumbled and put another spoonful of chowder in his mouth.
"I'm just saying." Marilyn said.
Suddenly, Sean laid down a bunch of plates in front of Marilyn.
"Umm... thanks, Sean. But I don't have enough money to pay for all of this." Marilyn blushed.
"That's alright! It's on the house!" Sean said.
"You don't have to do that." Marilyn told him.
"Don't worry about it! Anything for a pretty little lady who works to keep our city safe!" Sean said.
"How did you know I worked for the FBI?" Marilyn asked.
"Your partner," Sean gestured towards Mal, "Told me all about you. I had to give him some chowder to make him shut up." He said.
Mal blushed.
"No, you didn't." He protested.
"If that helps your reputation by thinking that, so be it." Sean said and then he turned to Marilyn.
"I hope you enjoy your meal." He said.
"Thanks, Sean." Marilyn smiled.
"No problem!" Sean said and walked off.
Marilyn sighed and began eating her bowl of chowder.
"Oh my god, this is so good!" Marilyn said.
Mal laughed. "Told you."
A Couple Minutes Later...
Marilyn had finished all of her food and was sitting in the booth, her hands on her stomach.
"I'm extremely full." She said.
"Maybe we got some meat on those bones!" Mal said and poked her arm.
Marilyn laughed.
"Do you wanna go outside? Out on the beach?" She said and got up.
"Ummm... Sure." Mal said and looked down at the table.
"Are you alright?" Marilyn asked.
"Yeah." Mal lied and got up from his chair and walked outside with Marilyn.
Marilyn took a seat on a large boulder. Mal sat on the one beside her.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Marilyn asked, talking about the beach.
"Yeah..." Mal mumbled.
"Are you sure you're alright, Chubby Cheeks?" Marilyn asked again.
"Marilyn, who's Nate? And don't lie to me." Mal asked her, catching Marilyn off guard.
"Ummm... I don't really like talking about it." Marilyn said.
"Please? I'm your partner." Mal begged and Marilyn sighed.
"Alright, but it's a long story." Marilyn said and she began.
"So, I started the FBI a couple years ago, hoping that I could do some good in the world by stopping crime. And, of course, the male agents always hit on me because of my looks, and I was looked down upon by the other female agents, because they thought I was an attention seeker. And then one night, after solving a huge case, I went out for a couple drinks with my partner, and the next thing I know, it's morning, and I'm in my partner's bed. Naked, and my partner laying beside me, the same. I asked for a new partner the next day, realizing that I would never be able to look at him the same way again, and messing up our friendship. My nickname was Agent Slut. I didn't mean to sleep with him, honestly. I was drunk, but of course no ones believe that. Then my partners after that starting throwing themselves at me, and I couldn't take it anymore.
"Until Nate came, with his black hair and pretty brown eyes. He transferred from another FBI agency, and was assigned as my new partner. He was really nice, and I felt like he was my only friend at the agency. We started dating, and for once I felt happy at my work.
"Until a couple years later, Nate and I were driving down the road, when there was this car broken down. Nate, being the nice guy he was, stopped to see what the problem was. We both got out, and walked over the car. It happened so fast, I couldn't do anything. The person who was in the broken down car got out quickly, pulled out a gun, shot at me, and Nate quickly jumped in front of me, taking the bullet to the chest. I screamed, and the person who shot Nate stole our car and sped off. I held Nate in my arms and he told me he loved me." Marilyn had tears coming down her cheeks now.
"And he told me to check his coat pocket and I did, and there was a box in it, and I opened it, and there was an engagement ring in it. He told me he was going to propose later that day, and I told him I would have said yes, and he smiled and said that he loved me again, and I said I loved him, and then he... he..." Marilyn couldn't finish as she started sobbing, and Mal put his arm around her shoulder, trying to comfort her.
"I'm really sorry, Marilyn." Mal said.
Marilyn stopped crying a little while later, and smlied.
"Thanks." She said to Mal.
"No problem." He said.
They sat in silence for awhile, until Mal said,
"My partner's dead, too. She got shot trying to save my life, also."
"I'm sorry, Mal. What was her name?" Marilyn asked.
"Natara." Mal responded.
"Did you love her?" Marilyn sniffled.
"More than anything." Mal sighed.
"That's a bit crazy." Marilyn mumbled.
"What?" Mal asked.
"That we're partners, and our last partners also happen to be... you know..." Marilyn said.
"I guess it is a bit odd." Mal laughed.
After a couple minutes of silence, Marilyn asked, "After you finish a case, and you go out for drinks, do you toast to Natara?"
"Every. Single. Time." Mal replied.
"Oh my gosh, me too! But I toast to Nate." Marilyn said.
"Do you think we'll catch this killer?" Mal asked.
"I'm sure of it. For Natara's sake." Marilyn smiled.
"And for Nate's." Mal smiled back.
"Oh, most definitely." Marilyn said and they both laughed, knowing that they were going to be happy.
At least for a little while.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please review!
