Disclaimer: The license plate number in this chapter or in any other is not real as far as I know. I merely made it up for story-telling purposes. I do not own any characters including: Bobby Manning, Jack Hudson, Myles Leland the third, Lucy Dotson, Tara Williams, Ted Garrett, Sue Thomas, Howie, or any other characters that were created by anyone other than me. I only own Makenzee Fields, Aiden Fields, and Marcus Luther. If any character is similar to others it is a mere coincidence and not intentional. There may also be drug references but I mean no offence to anyone at all.

A/N: Thank you for the reviews! It made my day!

Chapter 2

Bobby and Myles walked away from another snitch, and once again they were disappointed. Bobby's cell phone rang and he answered it. Myles could tell that Bobby's mood was changing as he listened. "Alright," Bobby said into the phone. "I'll gladly pass on the news. He hung up his cell phone satisfied. "We got her!" Bobby announced as if to the whole world. "Her name is Makenzee Fields. She's a well known and respected psychologist, rather wealthy I recon, and enjoys shopping. Proved that today. Tara – being the wonderful sheila she is – sent out pictures of our Ms. Fields to all the local and surrounding police stations. One of them called in thirty minutes ago. Turns out she 'believes' that she's getting stalked."

"Ahh, the old 'victim' role." Myles said rolling his eyes.

"Ya never know, mate. Ms. Fields just may be telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth."

"You've been in court way too much for your own good."

Bobby smiled. "I've been around you way too much and you don't see me complaining, that often." Bobby got back on track, "Anyways. Jack and Sue are picking her up now and we're wanted back at the bullpen." He added, "And I'm not in court too much. It's a very common saying."

"True, but you're not at all common, therefore, you must be in court too much."

"Deep deep down, you don't really believe that." Bobby said.

"I wouldn't bet your life on it if I were you."

When they were at the bullpen, with the suspect in an interrogation room, D explained his plan. "Now, when I got the call, Tara and I took a drive around her house. Every curtain and blind is closed tight. So, if we let her go – which we will – we have no way of knowing what she's up to other than when we follow her around. So in order to fix that we need an undercover agent with her. Sue, Jack and Myles, you three will question her. Bobby, she won't even know you exist until you 'accidentally' meet. Hopefully she'll fall head over heals in love with you and tell you everything she knows. If she doesn't, we'll figure out something. Everyone knows their role?" D didn't give them time to answer. "Good. Let's get to it."

Makenzee was so confused. I'm sitting in a metal chair… in an interrogation room…at F.B.I. Headquarters…because I wanted to file a dumb report! Her hands were neatly folded in front of her on a cold metal table. The room was much warmer than needed, plus no one had told her anything about what she was doing here. Finally Jack Hudson, Sue Thomas and another man that she didn't know entered the room. Sue sat down across from her, Jack stayed where he was and the other man slowly strolled around the room.

"Mrs. Fields, As you know I'm Agent Jack Hudson, you also know Sue Thomas, and this is Myles Leland," Looking at Myles with a smirk he added, "the third. We need to ask you a few questions."

"It's miss Fields." Makenzee said ignoring his latter statement.

"You were at the police station. Why?"

"To file a report."

"What kind?" Myles said, walking behind her.

"I'm being stalked. You're the cop here, you tell me what the heck it's called."

"Who was stalking you?" Sue asked leaning forward on the table.

"I don't know, and why should I tell you, you're obviously not here to help me."

"We just need answers." Sue insisted.

"So do I. Like why am I here? Why am I being interrogated? And why are you treating me like a criminal?"

"We're not treating you like a criminal." Jack said.

"Oh." Makenzee said, faking a surprised look. "Is the how you always treat your friends?"

"You're being a tad quick to judge."

"I could say the same to you three." Makenzee answered tersely. She figured acting smug probably wouldn't help her, but with a horrible headache and the agents voices swimming around it was hard to even remain sane. She needed to go for a long run then soak in the tub until the water was too cold to bear.

"Ma'am, like Sue said, we just want answers. You may have information on a case very important to us." Jack persisted.

"You figured all that out from me taking a simple trip to the police station?" Makenzee asked skeptically.

"Just answer our questions and you'll be free to go." Myles said.

"Fine. Yes, I went to the police station to file a report. For three months I've seen the same car everywhere I go. At my house, outside my work, where I eat. I tried to file a report twice before but some idiot cop told me I was being paranoid. The third time

I called – which was today – he finally agreed with me so I went to the station. I waited there for almost an hour before you guys picked me up."

"What did the car look like?" Jack asked.

"It's a dark green Honda." Slightly annoyed.

"You're sure?"

"Yes! What is with you people! Don't you think I'd be able to tell the difference between a dark green Honda and a white semi! I'm not color blind!" Makenzee screamed. Great, Makenzee mentally kicked herself, I just had to blow up, didn't I?

"Look, you can take that attitude and shove it, 'cause right now it's just going to dig you in a hole," Jack said pointing a finger at her. And while you're sitting there like the queen of the world, some people are actually trying to do their job and make the world a better place, so a little cooperation would be nice!"

That did it, Makenzee jumped out of her seat causing the chair to fly backwards and shouted, "How dare you insult me! I have worked my entire adult life and even before that to become successful! All I wanted to do was get a little security and now I'm the devil! What kind of justice system are American's paying for!"

Jack stayed calm. "That's great, you're really helping yourself out a lot here."

"Why would you care anyways! All you seem to care about is making sure everything I say isn't credible so when I go to court for whatever you think I did I won't be able to defend myself!"

"Sit down!" Jack ordered.

"Make me!"

She walked over to the door but Jack stepped in front of her and quieter but sternly said, "Sit…down."

"Please," Sue said. "Just sit down and we can all resolve this."

"I suggest you listen if you want to do any good for yourself. But that really doesn't seem high on your priority list at the moment." Myles said. "Should we come back tomorrow when you're having a better day?" He said sarcastically.

Makenzee tensed, her jaw jutting, she turned on her heel, walked back to the fallen chair, picked it up stiffly and sat down. "Ask away." She said, once again folding her hands in front of her.

"Did you get the license plate number?" Jack asked.

"TGF 836."

"Thank you." Sue said. She pulled out a photograph of Arnold and handed it to Makenzee. "Have you ever seen this man before? Could this be the man that's stalking you?"

Makenzee looked at the picture hard. She tensed up but tried to appear as calm as she could. "Uh, I wouldn't know, I never saw his face before. Sorry." She apologized.

A knock form the other side of the one-way mirror instructed Myles and Jack to leave the room and accompany D and Bobby. Jack gave Sue one last 'good luck' look that made heat rush to her cheeks. She nodded in response, to captured by his gaze to say anything.

A/N: I hope you liked it! I sure enjoyed writing it! Thanx again for the reviews! More to come!