So, I hope you like this kind of story. I had this in mind for a couple weeks and now I decided to publish it. It's my first fanfic ever, so please review and tell me my mistakes (I'm happier about good ones). Oh and I'm from Germany, so my English is really bad. Then, here we go, have fun!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of The OC exept Marty Jefferson.

1. A perfect day - part 1

It was a perfect day, when Kirsten Cohen made her way to the Newport Group at 9 o'clock. She parked her car on the huge parking lot of the company. Then she went inside. The secretary smiled at Kirsten as she passed by. Entering her office she found a big bunch of red roses. It wasn't Valentines Day neither her birthday nor Christmas, so she wondered why Sandy would make her a present like this. Smiling full of joy and pleasure she took the roses and looked for a card in them. Finally she found it. She opened the card and surprise took over.

If you wanna get to know me, come to the pier and find out. I'll be there at 1pm. Hopefully meeting you. Love, a secret admirer.

Nothing more, nothing less. Kirsten wondered who this could be. And she wondered if she should go. She was married. She and Sandy were happy with each other. And she had a family to take care of. Well, I still have some time to think about that. Kirsten was thinking to herself.

3 ½ hours later. 12:30pm.

Finally Kirsten had made a decision. She wanted to know who her secret admirer was. She got into her car and drove to the pier. The pier was big and she was sort of confused. She didn't know him, so how should she recognize him? The figured out, that it would be the best to first go to the 'Crab Shack'. Maybe he would wait there for her.

After she had entered the 'Crab Shack' she sat down on one of the stools at the counter.

"Might I get you something?" The waiter asked her politely.

"No, I'm just waiting for somebody." Kirsten replied. "Maybe later." She added, when she remembered, that she was in a restaurant.

"Okay, but may I ask you something?" The waiter waited for Kirsten's answer and when she nodded, he continued. "Are you Mrs. Cohen? 'Cause then I got a message for you."

"Yeah, sure. Go on." Kirsten was excited about what was coming. A message? Kinda weird. And how did he know, that she would go here?

"Well, a young man gave me this." With those words he handed her a post-it.

I would like you to meet me at the 'Bait Shop'.

Again nothing more, nothing less.

"Sooo, thanks then. And I guess I gotta go now. But thank you for… well just thank you. You really helped me."

"No problem. You're welcome. And I hope to see you again." The waiter said a polite goodbye and vanished in the kitchen.

"Yeah, me too." Kirsten spoke to herself quietly.

Then she walked out and made her way to the 'Bait Shop'. Still she was curious about whom she might come across.

It was exactly 1pm when Kirsten arrived at the 'Bait Shop'. Getting from the Newport Group building to the pier, then to the 'Crab Shack' and from there to the 'Bait Shop' took its time. She sat down on a bench in front of the 'Bait Shop' and started thinking again, when someone touched her at her left shoulder. She turned around and stared directly into his face. She was surprised. Never had she been expecting something or someone like this.

"Tibbles, say something." Marty Jefferson said.

"I – I – I'm speechless."

"Yeah, I can see that."

"God, Marty. You. Here. Why? And how?" Kirsten recovered her voice. To call it a surprise would've been understated.

"Yes, me. Here. Why? Um, had some things to take care of. And how? Um, a flight from New York to Newport a week ago. Surprised?" Marty answered Kirsten's questions. He lied. He knew that, but, of course, Kirsten didn't. She believed every single word he said just like she had believed them more than twenty years ago.

"Definitely. So, you're my secret admirer. How come?"

"Well, I thought, I might get you back, Tibbles." He replied carefully. This time he told the truth. He really wanted her back. With the whole shebang that surrounded her. He wanted her, no matter how.

"Tibbles. I never knew why all of you would call me that." Kirsten tried to change the subject.

"Neither did we. I guess you're married. I heard something, that you and this guy. Sandy Cohen was his name, I think." He knew her too well to let the subject slip and forced her back on it.

"Yeah, you're right. Married him twenty years ago. So no chance for you." She smiled at the thought of her little family.

"Any children? You've always wanted six. Did that dream come true?" He pretended interest in her family life to have the conversation last a little longer, but Kirsten was already out of time. She needed to get back to her office.

"Look, I'd love to talk to you a little longer, but I gotta get back to work. What about dinner tonight? You choose. Just call my secretary. Bye." With those words she rushed away.

"Yeah, okay. Bye!" Marty shouted after Kirsten.