So this is a shorter Chapter. But I felt it was time to bring in Jill's infamous father. I am interested in what you think of him, and if you'd like to see him more in the story. I have some ideas of what I can do to add him to the story. But I don't want him to be too much in the story. This is a chapter that is starting to turn around Jill's feelings towards her father and the agency. Anyways hope you enjoy. As always thanks for reading :)

Sirens blazed through Mineral Town waking Jill from a dreamless slumber. She shifted in the bed. Marlin's body was plastered against hers. She stretched slightly feeling a familiar ache between her legs. A small smile crossed her lips. The weekend had been quite enjoyable. It had been a weekend away from everything. For one weekend she did not worry about the case or anything else surrounding it. She had not slept with Marlin for the sake of the case. She had done it because she had wanted to. It had felt good to do something of her own accord. She had done something because she had wanted to. Jill felt the familiar longing, she didn't want this weekend to end. She felt herself wishing that she and Marlin could stay in the small room forever. But life was calling her to come back, especially with sounds of the sirens going through Mineral Town.

"Good morning," Marlin greeted. A lazy smile graced his face.

"Good morning to you as well," Jill replied. Marlin kissed the back of her neck, causing chills to go down her spine. She turned towards Marlin. She could postpone going back to reality for just a little while longer.

"Good morning you two," Ann greeted cheerily. "The bridge is all fixed. You should be able to get back into Forget Me Not. Just in time too... Something's going on in the Valley. I'm not sure what it is, but Harris just went flying by with his sirens."

Jill tensed wondering what could possibly have caused such a commotion. Whatever it was she needed to get back to Forget Me Not to find out what was happening. Reality came crashing back in full swing. It had been nice while it lasted, but Jill was not the woman that had spent the weekend with Marlin. No matter how much she wished it were so. She was an agent with FIA, and she had a job to do.

The town of Forget Me Not was in a flurry of panic. Crime was rare on Flower Bud Island. Murder just didn't happen. Poor Ruby Dayton had come home from a weekend away with her husband, to find her only son in his bedroom dead. He had been murdered. Rumors were flying as to why he had been murdered. Rock had always had a shady side, but never did anyone in the valley ever think that anyone would hate him enough to murder him. Whispers and theories were being thrown around by everyone. Marlin unfortunately became the center of most of the gossip. There was no love loss between Marlin and Rock. He was grateful for his solid alibi for the time of the murder. Marlin was just as confused as anyone as to why Rock was murdered. It seemed about right for Marlin's life. It had been one of the best weekends of his life, followed by one of the worst mornings of his life.

"Are you Marlin Arnett?" a man in a dark suit asked.

"That would be me," Marlin responded. He had already been questioned once by Harris this morning. Now he had to speak with one of the feds that Harris had called in. Not that he blamed Harris in anyway. A murder was a bit out of Harris' league. He had already been interrogated by one of the feds, and now another had showed up to the farm to talk to him again.

"My name is Agent Timmons," the man greeted. "I have a few questions for you about your whereabouts this weekend."

"I was in Mineral Town, at the Raven Inn for most of the weekend." Marlin responded. "Just returned this morning. I've already gone through this with one of your other agents." Marlin had nothing to hide, this man could ask him whatever questions he wanted. But it was irritating that he was being asked the same thing multiple times by different people.

"Anyone that can verify that?" Agent Timmons asked him.

"Jill Paxton," Marlin answered. "I was with her the entire weekend. She's another farmer here in the valley." Marlin watched as the agent continued staring at him.

"What exactly were you doing in Mineral Town?" Agent Timmons asked.

"Filing a police report against Rock," Marlin informed. The agent glanced at Marlin with suspicion.

"That took all weekend?"

"We got stuck because of the storm, took the bridge out," Marlin answered.

"What exactly did you do?" Agent Timmons asked.

"Do you need the details of the entire weekend?" Marlin asked. "I was in a hotel room with a woman, I think you can read between the lines there Agent Timmons." Most people in the valley would have cowered at the feet of the Feds, but Marlin was not that type of man. This was pointless it was the third time answering these questions.

"Alright, well we need to verify that information. Until then don't be leaving this town," Agent Timmons ordered. "We may still have some questions for you."

"Where am I going to go?" Marlin muttered.

"What was that?" Agent Timmons asked.

"Nothing. May I go now?"

"Just be available for more questions if we need to," Agent Timmons responded. Marlin walked out of the small farmhouse, and Agent Timmons followed suit leaving the farm house to join the rest of his crew.

"Marlin just what is going on?" Vesta asked. "Why do they suspect you? I keep hearing these things Marlin, please tell me what is going on? And just where the hell have you been all weekend?" Vesta was a mess. Not that Marlin blamed her. He barely knew what to think himself.

"Calm down Vesta, I'll tell you everything."

Jill was in her farmhouse being briefed by an Agent Starke about the case. The murder of Rock Dayton made him a likely suspect in the drug ring. This was getting more involved than Jill liked to think about. Agent Starke was a stocky man in his mid forties, who barely ever smiled. Jill had seen him before, even encountered him on a few of his cases. Starke was not the kind of man that wanted to have any excess conversation. But Jill wanted answers, and this was the only person she could see getting any results from. She was firing questions at him faster than he could answer.

"So who exactly is in charge of this operation?" Jill asked.

"That would be me," a voice behind her stated. She whirled her head around.

"Director Timmons," Agent Starke greeted.

"Can you give us a minute please Agent Starke." Agent Starke looked relieved to no longer have to answer anymore of Jill's questions.

"What is going on?" Jill asked when Agent Starke was gone. "Why are you here? Aren't there more important things for you to be doing?"

"I wanted to see for myself what kind of mess you've gotten yourself into Jillian," her father responded. Jill willed herself to stay calm and keep a blank face. Most fathers would have been worried about their daughter. But her father was worried about what she had done to mess up the case and caused someone to get murdered.

"I don't know what happened, or why," Jill replied flatly.

"Maybe if you were doing your job instead of spending weekend getaways with that farmer you'd know more," her father stated.

"He's my mark," Jill replied. Her anger was starting to rise. She knew that getting angry would accomplish nothing. Her father would simply state that she was being too emotional. She inwardly suppressed the urge to scream.

"This is bad Jillian, I hope you realize that. I can only hope that the reason that young man was killed is because you are actually doing something good."

"Where's Bob?" Jill asked trying to get her bearings.

"He's back in the city. Fuming about why he's not in charge of this case. I advised him that the murder was not going to be his. He's in charge of the Undercover Unit. As of right now he's our prime suspect, but he also seems to have a pretty airtight alibi," her father informed. "You report to me on this now Jillian. I am pulling Bob from this case. You are to stay undercover, we'll also have regular agents here investigating the murder."

"So are you going to be staying here then?" Jill asked hoping that was not the case.

"No, I'm heading back to the city," he stated. "Jillian, please remember this is not some vacation for you and lover boy, this is a case." Jill glared at her father as he walked out of the farmhouse. She could not remember a moment when she had hated him more.