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, Levi the Dog, 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 7

After Mackie was settled in at Bobby's apartment, he told her that he was running errands and didn't know when he would be back. Of course, that was a lie; he was going to work and he would be back when he proved that Mak was innocent. He was now sitting at his desk, waiting for D to return from Ted Garrets office. As if on cue, the doors swung open and the Greek man came in .

"Okay people." He said. Everyone's head turned except for Sue's which followed suit moments later when Levi put his front paws on her lap. "I think we can almost take Ms. Fields off our suspect list. I don't want to completely let her go but the truth is we don't have any physical evidence against her. I think she's telling the truth about the stalker, unless she's a Oscar Award actress."

"Makenzee is not lying!" Bobby stood up and shouted, all the heads turned his direction, Sue looked around puzzled and Jack signed what he had said. Lowering his voice, Bobby said, "If you could have looked into her eyes, you would understand. Mak is scared."

Sue piped in, "I agree, I don't think she's guilty of anything other than flirting with Bobby; and I think we all know that it wasn't one sided."

"Yeah, yeah. Think what you want."

Tara said, "I have to go with Sue on this one. You really like Mackie." The group laughed, Bobby even had to smirk.

"Just remember to stay professional, Bobby," D warned. "We don't want to mess anything up, just in case she's not everything you think of her."

"I know, mate." Bobby said, sitting back down on his chair. "I know."

"Okay, Bobby, you can head on home, keep Makenzee company."

"Mrs. Manning is probably getting worried sick. What would take her Bobby so long?" Tara teased and the rest of the group laughed.

"See ya mates tomorrow," Bobby shouted as he walked out the door.

Bobby was about to shout 'hello' when he stopped in his tracks. Mak was sprawled across his couch, her tanned stomach showing almost an inch, revealing a small tattoo of a red haired fairy on her hip. His vision became blurry, his head began spinning. With one arm over her head, the other fallen to the ground she looked so peaceful, so relaxed. He quietly walked over to her, picked her up and carefully carried her to his bedroom. He laid her on the bed and tucked her in. After he shut the blinds, he kissed her on the cheek good-night and closed the door except for an inch. He made his way to the small kitchen and fixed a 'Side Kicks' meal. He was just about finished when Makenzee walked in.

"How's my favorite sleeping beauty?" His heart leaped when she smiled at him.

"Thanks for the bed," she said as she sat down at the table.

"No problem." He drank her in. Her hair was ruffled for the sleep, although it looked like she had quickly combed her fingers through it, her eyes were drooping a bit and her clothes were rumpled. He didn't mind though, she was still beautiful. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Yeah, your bed is probably the most comfortable I've ever slept in."

"Good to know. I paid a bunch for that mattress."

Makenzee laughed. "Thanks again for kidnapping me."

"Hey, I didn't kidnap you. You, my dawlin' came willingly."

"Well, whatever you wanna call it, I owe you."

"Alright. How about dinner?"

She frowned. "You call dumping two cups of water, a bit of butter and pouring a package of ready made noodles into a pot dinner?"

"There's more to it than that." Bobby said as he sat down across from her. "First, you have to bring the water and two tablespoons of butter to a boil, then put the noodles in the pot, keep boiling on medium heat, and then, after five to seven minutes – or until noodles are tender – cover and let stand for approximately five minutes while the sauce thickens."

Makenzee burst out laughing, then with teary eyes she said, "I see you've had some practice."

"That's what happens after years of living alone."

"Apparently only for men," she laughed.

"Alright then. I challenge you to make me a real dinner, as you women call it."

"Yeah, and what exactly do I get out of it?"

"The pride of knowing you can cook better than me."

Mak pretended to think for a moment, even though she knew the answer would be yes. "Deal." After a few hours in the kitchen, with Bobby constantly running out of Makenzee's way, the food smelled great."Dinner is served!" Mak said, sitting Bobby down at his place.

"So, gorgeous, what's for supper?"

"Well, spaghetti and meat balls, stuffing, corn, and dessert, well, that's a surprise."

"I love surprises."

"I figured you would," she said sitting at her own place. After they finished dinner, dessert, and cleaning up the kitchen, Bobby and Makenzee were both worn out. They plopped down on the couch beside each other.

"So, ya want to watch Bambi?" Bobby asked casually.

Makenzee look at him incredulously. "Bambi? You – superman to the rescue, never leave a damsel in distress alone for a millisecond, Bobby Manning – like Bambi?"

"Don't poke fun, sheila. It really is a touching story. A young deer loses his mother, gets stuck with a high and mighty father, nearly dies, but then falls in love and at the end has little bambi's of his own."

"Yeah," she said dryly, "A real tear-jerker."

"You can't honestly say you've never cried in that movie."

"Correction," she said holding up a finger, "I can. You, on the other hand, mate, I'm not so sure."

"I can to, sheila, plus, I can prove it." Bobby declared.

"Fine, but I'm only watching it because I wanna see your macho exterior crushed."

"Ha!" He laughed. "You know you want to see it because you love getting your heart strings pulled."

"Oh shut up and put the movie in!" She slapped his strong arm.

When the sound of the gunshot that would kill Bambi's mother rang out of the speakers Makenzee turned her head in Bobby's direction and sure enough, tears were brimming Bobby's clear blue eyes.

"Ha! I win!" She burst out laughing, folding in half until her sides felt like they were about to split and tears were running in steady streams down her cheeks. With a high, squeaky voice she managed, "Your crying!" And burst into another round of sidesplitting laughter.

"Look in the mirror, sheila , your crying more than I have in my entire life."

After Makenzee's laughing – or crying – had subsided she said grimly, "Oww, I hate cramps."

"Ah quit complaining. You deserve al the cramps your stomach can throw at you."

"Hmm. And why is that?"

"You became so shallow that you would watch a movie you obviously hate…just to see me cry. Did I forget anything?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact you did." She paused. "You forgot to mention that it was totally worth it!" She doubled over once again, laughing hysterically. Booby rolled his eyes, but – try as he might – he couldn't stop the smile tugging at the corners of his lips from appearing.

"See, you like me," she said playfully. "You can't even stay mad at me for a couple seconds!" She let out a long breath and rested her head against Bobby's broad shoulder. She closed her eyes and before a mere second had passed she was sound asleep, her body becoming limp against his. He whispered, "I do like you, Makenzee Catherine Fields, more than you know."

He closed his eyes and fell into a heavenly sleep, with a gorgeous blue-eyed blonde resting in the crook of his arm. Bobby had never experienced such a beautiful dream as he did that night, but then, he had never met a woman as beautiful as Makenzee.

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