Writers note: Very Sorry about the evil cliff hanger on the last chapter.
I will not leave you in suspense on this chapter, well, not in a lot of
suspense anyway.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" Jason had taken Alex to his rather large apartment. He had made dinner for her, well, his maid had made dinner for her.
"Um, honey, About that....." Alex held her breath, this couldn't be good. Whatever it was.
"I think we should live together." Alex let out a breath of relief. That's all he wanted. He wanted to...hey!
"I thought we decided that wasn't going to work for us." Jason shrugged as he held Alex's chair out for her. She sat down, he stood up next to her.
"Why? I mean, why did you decide to move out." Alex really couldn't remember why she moved out and got her own place, but that didn't mean she was just going to pack her bags and move back in.
"Um, I can't remember. But I still don't think it would be a good idea. I've enjoyed our relationship a lot more since we haven't been living together." There was an awkward silence.
"Um, so...... The pasta looks nice."
*****
"Good Morning Angels."
"Good morning Charlie." Natalie and Alex were sitting on the couch, without Dylan. They had no idea where she was. They'd tried calling her, but she wasn't home. Her cell phone wasn't even on. And they new something had to be up if her cell phone wasn't on.
"Charlie, do you have any idea where Dylan is?" Natalie asked, in a worried manner.
"No." Was all that came out of the speaker.
Suddenly the door opened, the girls heard stomps coming from the door way.
The girls stood up, curious to what was making the sound. Then Anthony came into the room and sat on a chair near the couch folding his arms.
"Anthony, are you alright? Where's Dylan?" Natalie said walking over to Anthony. He looked very angry, for some reason.
"Wh..what? Am I..I supposed to know?" Natalie raised an eye brow. Suddenly the door flew open again and Dylan quickly walked into the room, pausing when she saw Anthony.
"Dylan, where have you been?" Alex asked as she sat back down on the couch.
"Um..... over slept. I over slept." Dylan, without looking at Anthony, sat next to her best friend on the couch.
"Relationship problems?" Bosley asked from the desk. Both Natalie and Alex gave Bosley a look before turning their attention back to Dylan.
"Good to hear you're alright Dylan. I have bad news, Chris Holmen was murdered last night. He was found lying on the streets a few blocks from the agency." Dylan played with her jacket zipper, that was where all her attention was going to. The jacket. It wouldn't get mad at her if she told it that she just wanted to take it slow. That she didn't want to marry it yet.
"We finally have a good lead on Chris. Dylan, you're going to have to go to "spend the night" one last time for a little, "family reunion". Good luck."
*****
"So, what's going on?" Natalie asked Dylan as the two drove away from the agency. They were going to catch lunch, then get ready for the night.
"What do you mean?" Dylan asked keeping her eyes on the road.
"What's going on with Anthony? He looks really angry." Natalie asked, a little afraid that she might get made at her question.
"If you promise you won't spread it around, I'll tell you what happened. He asked me to marry him." Dylan said, glancing a peek at Natalie expression.
"What? He asked you to marry him? Oh my God! Well then why was he so mad?" Dylan gave Natalie a look. "Oh....."
"I turned him down. I thought we should take it slow. We've only been dating for four months. That's actually setting a record for me. Plus, I'm not ready for marriage." Natalie nodded. After a couple of seconds of silence, she started giggleing.
"What's so funny?" Dylan asked, starting to smile.
"It's just, when I think about you and Anthony as a couple, it's actually kind of amusing. I mean, you're totally different people. I would have never guessed that you two would be dating." Dylan raised an eye brow.
"We aren't that different. Name three things, prove it." Natalie nodded.
"Ok, easy. He's a clean freak, you're so not. He likes to pull out people's hair, and well, you don't. And He's a bad guy gone good. You never fall for good guys." Dylan shook her head with a smile.
"Well, there's a first time for every thing. Plus, those were stupid reasons." Dylan said with a laugh as she hit Natalie playfully on the knee.
*****
Dylan walks up the wet, dark steps leading into the bar. She could feel him there, she all ways could. She walked inside, and sat at her "usual" table.
She noticed some one at the bar, the some one she was looking for.
"Hey dad." Ben turned around, a bit surprised by his daughter.
"Heard you got even with Chris." Dylan said with no expression. Inside, she hated him. She wanted to kill him. She wanted to cause him pain. But the only thing she could do was follow the plan.
"Yep, you heard right. So, I guess you're here to turn me in huh?" Ben said with a smile as he held a beer bottle in his left hand.
"Yeah, pretty much. But first I wanted to ask you some stuff." Dylan said, walking a little closer to where her father was standing.
"Like what?"
"Like, did you mean what you said at the mall?" Dylan asked, giving him one of her best glares.
"Sort of. I wanted my own life, so I divorced your mother. Made my life a lot easier." Ben said with a smile as he sat down on a chair.
"Well, it didn't exactly make ours a bed of roses." Dylan said, sitting across from him at the table.
"Well sorry, but you were never my problem to begin with. Look, if you're gonna turn me in, just do it. I don't care." Ben got up from the table and started walking toward the door.
"But when I get out, you're next."
Writers Note: Ok, this was a very short chapter. I know. But it will get a lot juicier in the next chapter, so don't fear.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" Jason had taken Alex to his rather large apartment. He had made dinner for her, well, his maid had made dinner for her.
"Um, honey, About that....." Alex held her breath, this couldn't be good. Whatever it was.
"I think we should live together." Alex let out a breath of relief. That's all he wanted. He wanted to...hey!
"I thought we decided that wasn't going to work for us." Jason shrugged as he held Alex's chair out for her. She sat down, he stood up next to her.
"Why? I mean, why did you decide to move out." Alex really couldn't remember why she moved out and got her own place, but that didn't mean she was just going to pack her bags and move back in.
"Um, I can't remember. But I still don't think it would be a good idea. I've enjoyed our relationship a lot more since we haven't been living together." There was an awkward silence.
"Um, so...... The pasta looks nice."
*****
"Good Morning Angels."
"Good morning Charlie." Natalie and Alex were sitting on the couch, without Dylan. They had no idea where she was. They'd tried calling her, but she wasn't home. Her cell phone wasn't even on. And they new something had to be up if her cell phone wasn't on.
"Charlie, do you have any idea where Dylan is?" Natalie asked, in a worried manner.
"No." Was all that came out of the speaker.
Suddenly the door opened, the girls heard stomps coming from the door way.
The girls stood up, curious to what was making the sound. Then Anthony came into the room and sat on a chair near the couch folding his arms.
"Anthony, are you alright? Where's Dylan?" Natalie said walking over to Anthony. He looked very angry, for some reason.
"Wh..what? Am I..I supposed to know?" Natalie raised an eye brow. Suddenly the door flew open again and Dylan quickly walked into the room, pausing when she saw Anthony.
"Dylan, where have you been?" Alex asked as she sat back down on the couch.
"Um..... over slept. I over slept." Dylan, without looking at Anthony, sat next to her best friend on the couch.
"Relationship problems?" Bosley asked from the desk. Both Natalie and Alex gave Bosley a look before turning their attention back to Dylan.
"Good to hear you're alright Dylan. I have bad news, Chris Holmen was murdered last night. He was found lying on the streets a few blocks from the agency." Dylan played with her jacket zipper, that was where all her attention was going to. The jacket. It wouldn't get mad at her if she told it that she just wanted to take it slow. That she didn't want to marry it yet.
"We finally have a good lead on Chris. Dylan, you're going to have to go to "spend the night" one last time for a little, "family reunion". Good luck."
*****
"So, what's going on?" Natalie asked Dylan as the two drove away from the agency. They were going to catch lunch, then get ready for the night.
"What do you mean?" Dylan asked keeping her eyes on the road.
"What's going on with Anthony? He looks really angry." Natalie asked, a little afraid that she might get made at her question.
"If you promise you won't spread it around, I'll tell you what happened. He asked me to marry him." Dylan said, glancing a peek at Natalie expression.
"What? He asked you to marry him? Oh my God! Well then why was he so mad?" Dylan gave Natalie a look. "Oh....."
"I turned him down. I thought we should take it slow. We've only been dating for four months. That's actually setting a record for me. Plus, I'm not ready for marriage." Natalie nodded. After a couple of seconds of silence, she started giggleing.
"What's so funny?" Dylan asked, starting to smile.
"It's just, when I think about you and Anthony as a couple, it's actually kind of amusing. I mean, you're totally different people. I would have never guessed that you two would be dating." Dylan raised an eye brow.
"We aren't that different. Name three things, prove it." Natalie nodded.
"Ok, easy. He's a clean freak, you're so not. He likes to pull out people's hair, and well, you don't. And He's a bad guy gone good. You never fall for good guys." Dylan shook her head with a smile.
"Well, there's a first time for every thing. Plus, those were stupid reasons." Dylan said with a laugh as she hit Natalie playfully on the knee.
*****
Dylan walks up the wet, dark steps leading into the bar. She could feel him there, she all ways could. She walked inside, and sat at her "usual" table.
She noticed some one at the bar, the some one she was looking for.
"Hey dad." Ben turned around, a bit surprised by his daughter.
"Heard you got even with Chris." Dylan said with no expression. Inside, she hated him. She wanted to kill him. She wanted to cause him pain. But the only thing she could do was follow the plan.
"Yep, you heard right. So, I guess you're here to turn me in huh?" Ben said with a smile as he held a beer bottle in his left hand.
"Yeah, pretty much. But first I wanted to ask you some stuff." Dylan said, walking a little closer to where her father was standing.
"Like what?"
"Like, did you mean what you said at the mall?" Dylan asked, giving him one of her best glares.
"Sort of. I wanted my own life, so I divorced your mother. Made my life a lot easier." Ben said with a smile as he sat down on a chair.
"Well, it didn't exactly make ours a bed of roses." Dylan said, sitting across from him at the table.
"Well sorry, but you were never my problem to begin with. Look, if you're gonna turn me in, just do it. I don't care." Ben got up from the table and started walking toward the door.
"But when I get out, you're next."
Writers Note: Ok, this was a very short chapter. I know. But it will get a lot juicier in the next chapter, so don't fear.
