Natara's POV

I didn't trust Mal to carry the take-out so I took it from him.

"Come on! Let it go! It was one time!" He jokingly begged.

"Nope!" I say cheerily. Grabbing the beef, I plop down on the couch and maneuver my chopsticks so I don't get the onions. Mal puts You Again into the DVD player and joins me. He pulls the rice and drinks out. He teasingly pulls away the tray from me, and holds my drink just out of arms reach.

"Mal, give me my drink!"

"Say you'll never bring up the Chinese thing again first!" he taunts me by taking a big sip of his. "So cool and refreshing after a long day of work!" He let's out a contented sigh.

"Fine I won't bring it up again! Now give me my drink!" I use my whiny, high school girl voice, and he laughs. Using this to my advantage, I lean over him, peck his nose and swipe my drink. "And just so you know, I was happy you soiled your shirt. You have impeccable abs." He laughed, and i snugged to close to him.

Halfway through the movie, I heard a noise. It was a mix of a dieing cow, and a beached whale.

"Mal? Are you asleep?"

"Huh, what? No, I was resting my eyes!" He protested.

"I thought you were going to watch whatever chick-flick I wanted to."

"Fine, I'll watch." Every few minutes i looked over to check on him. More than once, i caught him looking at me.

"That's not watching!" To prove my point, I grab his chin, and direct his face to the screen. "That watching, !"

"What's the point of this movie anyway? The guy is marrying his sister's arch enemy? I mean come on that was in high school! Who holds a grudge that long?"

"That's not the point! This girl ruined her life in high school!She deserved an apology."

" Nat, come on. If your sister married the guy you loved in high school, would you be mad?"

"Mal, I didn't date any one in high school. I was the nerdy rich girl."

"Come on, it's not like you had braces or sits, so what you were smart?"

"I had one of the huge, full face like- like Sue from the Middle!"

"Seriously!" He choked out through a laugh.

"No, I'm not. But, I didn't date in high school, and if Neha married any one of my past boyfriends I would kill her. Two are serial killer, and the others are ack in Miami."

"What's wrong with the ones in Miami?"

"They live to far away, and Neha isn't really the type for uptight more of a party one night girl."

"And what are you? A charming, funny, muscular detective kinda girl?"

"More like an annoying, sarcastic, detective kinda girl. I guess you'll do." I smile. He snakes his arm around my waist even tighter. Burring his head in my neck, his muffled voice says'"Nat, I need to ask you someting. I was ging to at Sean's, but I think here is better." He unwraps his arm, and gets on one knee. He takes my hand and begins," I love you, and I want nothing more to make you happy." Thinking it was a proposal, my heart begins to race."Will you do me the honor of picking a movie that is not a chick flick?" Laughing, I slap him and walk ver to the movie shelf.

"What is it with you and slapping me?" He whines.

"What is it with you and annoying me?"

"Well then!" He scoffs. Throwing a random movie at him, I leap behind the coffee table. Returning the favor, he picks up the rice, amd aims for were I am. "Natara Williams, this is Detecive Fallon with the SFPD come out with you hands up and nobody gets hurt!"

Throwing my head back, I laugh."In your dreams Falon!"

"You asked for it!" He launches the rice, and it lands nest to me.

"You need to work on that aim!"

Mal's POV

I take cover as Nat throws a pillow at my head.

"Fallon! Get out here!" Sneaking up behind her, I wrap my arms around her tiny waist and pick her up. She squeals like a high school girl, and I bite back a laugh.

"Fed, you gotta work on your skills. I, a lowly detective, snuck up on you. Tsp Tsk." I setting her down, I allow myself a smirk of triumph. The on,y thing I want now, is to sleep. After chasing Oscar, play fighting Nat, and just work in general, I was exhausted. "Nat, I'm going to bed. Goodnight. You're welcome to sleep in my room, or the couch." I shuffle into my room, and lock the door to the bathroom. After I brush my teeth, I pull of my shirt. The door jingles.

"Taken! Please use the other bathroom!"

"There is no other bathroom smart one!"

"Pull the blinds, lock the door, and boom you got a bathroom."

"I gotta pee Mal!" Sighing, I open the door and let her in. I crawl into bed and close my eyes. The bed creaks as Nat climes in. When she rolls into my chest, I take her hand and slide my mother's engagement ring on her finger. Without words, she says yes. I smile and drift into a sleep filled with dreams about her.