:: Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle ::

:: I usually don't write about this kind of stuff, but after I saw Charlie's Angel: Full Throttle, I decided to write this ending because it just came into my head after the movie was over. So, enjoy! ::

:: Chapter One ::

An hour and forty-five minutes flew by while Dylan, Alex and Natalie and their friends watched the premier of "Maximum Extreme 2". However, throughout the entire movie Dylan's mind was questioning one thing: The Thin Man. She could not understand why he had come back and helped them instead of trying his hand at killing them. The thought that confused her the most was why he had kissed her and the final thought before the movie had ended was what he was going to say before her idiotic ex-boyfriend stabbed him and sent him flying down at least twenty stories.
It was later in the after party when Dylan's thoughts came out to play. She and Natalie were drinking their champagnes while watching Alex and Jason taking publicity photos. Natalie glanced over at Dylan and noticed her tension building up.
"Dylan, what's going on in that head of yours?" Natalie asked placing her champagne on the table ready to comfort her friend. Dylan opened her mouth, but nothing came out as she thought more about what had happened earlier. "Come on, Dylan, you can tell me."
"I just keep thinking about the Thin Man," Dylan finally blurted out biting her tongue after the words were released and began dancing with the air.
"I kind of figured that," Natalie replied placing her arm around Dylan's. "You have been acting strange ever since he-" Natalie bit her lip wondering if she should speak the words or not. Dylan turned towards her curiously.
"Since he what?" she asked truly wanting to know what her friend was thinking.
"Since he kissed you," After Natalie spoke the words her face went from comfort to confusion for she did not even understand why he had kissed Dylan. "I mean, what was that all about?"
"I don't know, but the thing that puzzles me the most," Dylan started leaning in closer towards Natalie. "Is that he was trying to tell me something. He was just about to speak when-" Dylan felt the tears coming out, but she fought them back with all her might. "When you-know-who killed him." Natalie could feel Dylan's pain building up inside of her, but being a fighter she knew she would fight it back. Dylan motioned Natalie's arm off her back and sniffled softly. "Listen, just tell Alex that I decided to go home early. I'll see you later."
"Dylan?" Natalie called towards her friend who just held her hand up telling Natalie to back off. Dylan stumbled past Alex who called her name, but Dylan did not respond. Alex stared at Dylan curiously as she left the building. Natalie walked over to Alex who turned.
"What's the matter with Dylan?" Alex asked looking back towards the door hoping Dylan would come back.
"She doesn't feel well," Natalie heard herself tell the little white lie, but she knew Dylan would not want everyone comforting her about the Thin Man, whom she herself did not even understand why she was feeling this way.

Dylan sat on her soft couch staring out the window. The moon shone through the window shimmering Dylan's watery eyes. She had been sitting there since she got home her arms wrapped tight around her legs. In her right hand she held a piece of the Thin Man's hair, which she had received on the roof that night. Dylan then buried her face between her arms and cried.

At the hospital, that very moment, paramedics yelled and ordered for medicine. They were pushing a stretcher where the Thin Man was laid upon. Moments later, the doctors had him in the emergency room operating in anarchy. The whole while, Dylan's auburn hair rested tight in between his fingers.

It was three in the morning when Dylan's phone echoed throughout the apartment. Moaning and holding her head Dylan slowly sat up in bed wondering who was calling so late. Slightly dazed she reached for the phone and picked it up.
"Yeah?" Dylan mumbled out hoping the person on the other line would understand her.
"Dylan Saunders?" The soft, calm voice made Dylan want to fall asleep.
"Yeah?"
"Sorry to disturb you so late. A few hours ago we found a man in an alleyway." Dylan's eyes began to open more when the doctor continued. "He was in critical condition with a stab wound. When we brought him in he was holding a strand of red hair and had a picture of you in his pocket."
"I'll be right over," Dylan yelled out before the doctor could continue and hung up the phone.

Twenty minutes later, Dylan arrived at the Los Angeles Memorial Hospital. The smell had always got to her, but she hurried through the halls not even thinking about the smell. She stepped up to the nurses station and asked for Doctor Perkins. Running up to the second floor where the nurse said Doctor Perkins was Dylan suddenly grew hope and happiness inside of her.
"Dr. Perkins?" Dylan shouted when she noticed a woman in a white coat standing by a window. Dr. Perkins glanced in the direction her name came from and smiled.
"Ms. Saunders," Dylan stopped running and sped walked to the doctor.
"You called me about a man-"
"Yes, follow me," Dr. Perkins led Dylan to a window looking in on room 214. Dylan's eyes widened when she saw the Thin Man laying helplessly upon the bed. Dr. Perkins then started to explain.