Disclaimer: 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.

Chapter 5

At the Bullpen, May 22

Bobby sat back in his chair, pondering the events of the day before. When their skin had brushed – 'wow' was the only way to describe the amazing feeling that he got. He loved her hair, he loved the way she smelt, he loved everything about her. But then he just had to blow it. People always warned me that I would mess everything up if I was too forward. I always denied it and now I just proved them right! He could hear her words flowing through his head, …you could say I've been kept on my toes. There was fear in her eyes when she said that. And that scared him. All Bobby wanted to do was help Mackie. Now he couldn't. His thoughts were stopped when D's voice sounded through the sun-lit room.

"Bobby." He was surprised to find him standing in front of him.

"Yeah, mate?"

"Good job with the DNA on your cup. That was good thinking."

"Sure, mate." Bobby sighed. "I blew it D. She never wants to talk to me again."

"She'll come around." He began to leave when he turned around and said, "Has anyone told you you're a great actor?" And he was gone. If only it was really acting. I didn't want her to leave. But boy, do ever hope that D's right and she'll give me a second chance.

"Bobby?"

He looked up and there stood Sue, concern written all over her face. "Yeah?"

"Are you alright? Ever since you came back you've been, well, out of it."

"Nah, I'm fine, shiela." He waved it off.

"No you're not, Bobby." Sue sat on his desk. "You can't get involved with her."

"I'm terrified to death that it may be too late. Ever since I saw her in the interrogation room I can't stop thinking about her. Don't people realize that they have lives, too? Friends, family, dumb little quirks?"

"Alright. If you want to talk about it, we have a few minutes. Tell me one of her quirks."

"She doesn't put lemon in her tea, she doesn't like coffee, she doesn't blow off her hot drinks before drinking them – which I'm guessing she's regretting right about now."

Sue smiled. "Anything else you wish to share with me?"

"She has the most beautiful eyes ever. It's crazy," he leaned forward, "they're such an icy blue, and yet they're the warmest eyes mine have ever laid on."

"Bobby, you'll get another chance to be with her. Trust me. If she's really innocent-" but Sue was cut off when she noticed the motion of Jack slamming his phone down.

"Ladies and gents! We have to roll! Makenzee Fields is on the move!"

Makenzee shyly opened the door changing room door and stepped out. She raised her eyebrows in question. Aiden motioned for with her index finger for her to twirl around. The skirt of the strapless aqua dress swooshed around her knees. "So? How is it?" Makenzee asked her. After her encounter with Bobby Manning she felt that she really needed to get out and spend time with the people she loved.

"It's beautiful! You should definitely buy it," Aiden encouraged.

"Yeah," Makenzee said, "but look at the price tag."

"It's not that expensive."

"Not that expensive?" Makenzee asked in disbelief. "Are you high?"

"Haha, and no, I'm not high. Just look at! Look at you in it!" Aiden looked at her from head to toe, she leaned forward and squinted, "it really brings out your eyes."

Makenzee turned around to face a full length mirror. It was a gorgeous dress, but it was too expensive. "Plus when would I ever wear it?" She thought aloud. With Bobby. Makenzee thought, Whoa, where did that come from?

"On dates, that's when, Mak." Aiden said.

"And when was the last time I've had one of those?"

"Okay, so it's been a while, but…" Aiden trailed off.

"I think I'll go change back," Makenzee said. Aiden gave a puff but nodded, understandingly.

On their way home in Makenzee's car Aiden finally broke the thick silence, "So, what's new with you?"

"Nothing really." I met a really nice guy, really, really, nice. Good lookin' too.

"You seem different today, held back. You're not your usual overzealous self."

"I've been thinking about Mom and Dad, lately."

"Why?"

"No reason in particular. I guess I've had too much time on my hands, is all." Silence filled the car again. "So, how was the game with Johnny?" Mak asked.

"We lost."

"Bummer."

"Yep."

So this is awkward," Makenzee raised her eyebrows.

"Yeah."

"Um-hmm."

"Can I set you up on a blind date?"

"What No way! I'm only three years older than you, Aiden. I'm not incapable of meeting a guy!"

"Well, I needed to say something, I hate it when it's quiet. It's like a phobia!"

"When I find the right guy, I find the right guy."

Makenzee dropped Aiden off at her house, then returned to the hotel.

Bobby watched the small screen inside the surveillance van. Jack, D, and Myles had been given the task of watching Makenzee with hidden camera's. Makenzee twirled around to show off her dress to the other woman that was there. After a few minutes he saw her grudgingly return to the changing room. She came out a little while after and he watched as the two sheilas shared a laugh on their way out. Aiden gave Makenzee a push after making her blush over what Sue had read as something about a 'Johnny'.

They discreetly followed them on their way home. After Makenzee dropped Aiden off the team followed her to the hotel, only to have her come out a few minutes later.

Makenzee shut the door to her hotel room and plopped on the bed. I should've listened to that waitress, now I'm stuck dreaming of a cocky Australian guy, who just so happens to be so very handsome, and tall, and did I mention Australian. The phone rang, startling her. "Hello?" She said into the phone.

"Hi there." A deep, scratchy voice said.

"Who is this?"

"You're not being very honest, you know."

"What? Who is this?" She demanded even though she already knew the answer.

"I'm astonished! Mortified, is more like it, Mackie. You promised you wouldn't tell anyone. You lied. And you of all people know I don't like liars."

"I didn't tell them anything! I swear!"

The man laughed. "And I'm supposed to believe you?"

"Yes! I promise I didn't tell them anything!"

"You will pay, Makenzee. You can be sure of that. You won't know when, you won't know how. Until it's too late." The phone went dead. She slammed it down with a shaking hand. Blackness threatened to overcome her but she shoved it aside. She picked up the still packed suitcase and ran out the door.

She reached the front desk and checked out, assured the man that everything was fine and quickly walked to her car. She shoved the suitcase in the back seat and started the car. At first she thought that it might let her down but then it finally gave in and the familiar hum filled her ears. She turned on the radio as she drove onto the busy street. Makenzee drove aimlessly in the city until her stomach began to growl. Checking the rearview mirror for the umpteenth time, she parked in a Wendy's parking lot. She sat at a table for two near the back, absentmindedly picking at her chicken for nearly fifteen minutes when her gaze diverted up. She couldn't believe who was walking into the restaurant.

A/N: I hope y'all like the chapter, review, review, review if you want more! Just a little reminder :)