:: Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle Continued ::

:: Chapter Three ::

It was eight in the morning when Dylan's door echoed a knock. She quietly walked over and greeted two concerned faces. Natalie and Alex walked inside looking around wondering why Dylan sounded so protective on the phone.
"Dylan, what's going on?" Natalie asked still looking around.
"Shh," Dylan replied as Alex and Natalie glanced at each other curiously. They then charged Dylan bringing her over to the couch. Natalie placed her hand on Dylan's head and Alex felt her heart. "No, guys-"
"Head is cool," Natalie stated.
"Heart beating is normal," Alex said.
"What's going on?" the two asked Dylan at the same time. Dylan let out a slight sigh as she stood and faced Alex and Natalie who inched closer together.
"I haven't been completely honest with you two," Dylan began. Dylan glanced at her bedroom direction then back at Alex and Natalie. "The other night I got a call from the hospital. They told me how they found two men in an alley with serious stab wounds to the chest." Dylan constantly glanced in her bedroom direction and back at the other two. "I went to the hospital and they explained how they found the Thin Man and my ex in the alley."
"Yeah, they both died," Alex said shrugging her shoulders. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"It has to do with everything," Dylan replied taking one more look in her bedroom direction.
"Why do you keep looking that way?" Natalie asked raising to her feet with Alex following.
"Look you guys, something happened that night of the premier,"
"I'm going to check out your room," Natalie started towards her room and Dylan tried to stop her but failed. Natalie opened the door and she and Alex almost fainted at what they saw. The Thin Man was sleeping in Dylan's bed. "Dyl-" Dylan covered Natalie's mouth before she yelled and closed the door and led the two back into the living room. Natalie pushed her hand away and demanded to know what was going on.
"Dylan, you have Creepy Thin Man in your bed!" Alex started. "I thought he died, what is going on?"
"The sword just missed his heart, no arteries were injured, coconscious from the fall, a few bumps and bruises, besides that he's alive," Dylan blurted out sitting on the couch after she spoke it. Natalie and Alex looked at each other and then sat down beside Dylan whose tears slid down her cheeks. "The doctor believed that an angel was watching over him that night. You guys he helped us. They called me because he had a picture of me. I had to do it."
"Dylan, just because he helped us doesn't mean he is suddenly good," Natalie started.
"He could kill you in your sleep if he has the chance," Alex added. Dylan heard the concern in their voices, but was not going to give up.
"No," Dylan replied standing up. "I'm not letting him go until he explains to me what he is trying to pull." Natalie and Alex glanced at each and Dylan could tell that their expressions read "crazy". "Just don't tell Bosley or Charlie. I want to do it. And please you guys, I need all the support I can get."
Natalie and Alex looked at each and the both rose to their feet. Without hesitation that hugged Dylan reminding her that they will always support her.

A few hours later Dylan returned home from shopping and as she opened the door she noticed the Thin Man staring out the window.
"Hey," Dylan said slightly cheerful. "How you feeling?" She wasn't expecting an answer but it was worth to try it. Dylan put her bags on the table and walked over to him. She noticed he had taken the sling off. "I see those pain killers must be working." Dylan placed her hand on his and soon the two were sharing another passionate kiss. It was soon interrupted. Dylan felt the Thin Man's hand moving towards her hair. "Oh, no you don't!" Dylan pulled away and walked over to her fireplace where upon the mantle sat a strand of her hair. "Here, I saved it for you." The Thin Man took the hair and as usual moved it about his face smelling its beauty. It was at this time when Dylan needed to start the questioning.
"Why did you help us?" The Thin Man stopped moving the hair and placed it in his front pocket when the question came from her lips. "Why did you save us?" Dylan could not stop, the questions kept coming out. "Why did you kiss me?" When the Thin Man failed to answer any of the questions Dylan rolled her eyes in annoyance. "What's your name? Where were you born? What don't you talk?" The last question was loud and caused the Thin Man to turn. Dylan walked a few inches away with her arm crossed. "I don't even know why I try." As she was about to walk away she was interrupted and suddenly stopped by a second voice in the room.
"Colin," Dylan turned and looked at the Thin Man.
"What?"
"Colin," the Thin Man swallowed slightly. "My name."