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 10

Makenzee paused as he somberly sat down across from her. She let out a nervous laugh. "Why are you here? Did they bring you here too?"

"No. I came willingly. In a sense. Um. I'm afraid I've got some explaining to do. A lot actually." Makenzee looked at him expectantly. He said, "Uh, I'm not a carpenter. I, uh," he groaned and ran his hand down his face. "I work here, um, at the F.B.I. I'm an, uh, agent…an F.B.I. agent." He waited for a reaction. For the first time ever he could not read Makenzee. She just sat there. Ghastly white. Just sat there staring at an invisible spot on Bobby's shirt. "We, uh, thought that you were involved with a criminal, but, uh, since we got a new bit of information, we… can, uh, take you off the suspect list. For good."

"Humph. A criminal, eh? Of everything you thought of me, a criminal was the only thing that was ever really true." She paused. "Well, thanks for making my life so much easier, but now, I have to go get my stuff so I can runaway from a stalker, who is still after me might I add, no thanks to your or any of your other buddies here at the F.B.I." She briskly stood up.

"Please wait, Mackie." Bobby said.

She stopped. "Mackie? Don't you ever call me that again!" She screamed. "You had no right to ever call me that and certainly not now!"

He winced. "Please. Makenzee," when she ignored her he shouted, "we're not done yet! So sit down!" For the first time he showed Makenzee his professional side. Softening when he saw the way she froze he said, "Please, Makenzee. Just sit."

Anger swelled through her veins like a poison. Her jaw set, body stiff, hands clenched, she turned around. Before she sat down she slammed her purse on the table and left it there. Makenzee sat. She glared at Bobby from across the table. "You and Jack make good friends I'm assuming. Both of you don't mind yelling at innocent women?"

"Look, Makenzee, you're making this harder than it has to be."

She laughed bitterly; it sent chills up and down Bobby's spine. "Easy?" She screamed, "EASY? Please, tell me, Bobby. What part of this is going to be easy?" She screamed the last word as loud as her voice would let her. "What part of finding out that the man I loved was lying to me from the moment I met you, is going to easy? Yes, Bobby, that's right. I loved you! I can't believe that I could actually love a monster like you! I am the perfect definition for an idiot! A fool! So Bobby," she leaned back hard on her chair, "how do you do it? How do you make a woman feel like crap without a seconds thought? Hmm? Oh I'll tell you how. You offer her your false protection, treat her like a goddess, make her fall in love, then waltz in one day and tell her, oh, guess what Mackie, I'm really an F.B.I. agent! I was lying to you from the moment I laid my eyes laid my eyes on you? Do you feel like an idiot yet? Because you should!"

Makenzee's words stung so much he could feel his heart withering up, leaving him hollow. "I'm sorry. I am sorry!" He touched her hand but she jerked it away so fast he thought she was going to elbow her stomach. She stood up and walked to the door again.

"Don't ever touch me again! EVER! You got that? Or are ya just gonna say you won't but really, we both know that you lie for a living, so, what the heck? Grope away!" She yelled raising her arms.

"Makenzee, I'm going to have to ask you to sit down." Makenzee's cell phone rang.

"Am I allowed to answer my phone?"

Bobby nodded lightly.

"What?" She said into the phone. "Who is this? Arg, it's you again. Look, just leave me alone will you?" She paused and listened. Bobby's eyes widened when he could once again read her. She was scared. Deathly afraid.

"Who is it?" He asked as he stood up.

"None of your damn business!" She turned back to the phone. "What? Where will I find-" she stopped. "Stop! Leave her alone! It's me you want, don't take it out on Aiden. NOOOOO!" She screamed. The phone dropped to the floor with a loud clatter. By now the whole team was in the room and each one of them was as terrified as Bobby. Makenzee could feel her world drowning in the fires of hell. Blackness was swimming in form the corners of her eyes. And all went black. She fell unwillingly into Bobby's arm. Her body was limp. Her skin deathly pale. Horror filled Bobby's devastated heart, what was left of it anyways.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews from ch. 9 (I forgot to say thanks before, sorry)