Later that night, Denise went back to Riggs' trailer. She made sure she wasn't seen or heard but she had to do this. She had to get his attention somehow. She had to make him love her the way she loved him. Breaking into the truck, she installed a GPS tracker but hid it discreetly. Once she installed it in, she quickly got out of the truck and accidentally shut the door loud.
"Shit." She whispered to herself.
Denise tip toed away and hid herself when she saw Riggs walk out of the trailer looking around. She watched intently as he looked around to see who was there. God he was handsome and one day he will see her love for him and notice her and will not forget her name. Closing the door to his trailer, she was able to escape. Denise smiled to herself, as if telling herself that her plan was a success.
The next few days gave Denise ammunition to follow Riggs every chance she got. This GPS tracker was the best thing she's ever thought of. Hiding out on the beach with a pair of binoculars, she watched Riggs leave his trailer and head out, to what she assumed was a crime scene. This was her chance to break into his trailer and to do something else. She attempted to open the door but noticed it was locked.
"Shit. I figured he would lock it." She whispered to herself.
Taking out her hair pin, she played with the lock until it got lose and she was able to open the door. Once she was in, she walked around and took in the scent of the messy trailer.
'He needs to seriously clean up here?' Denise thought to herself.
She walked around and picked up his shirt that was lying around. She sniffed into the shirt, inhaling the smell of her true love. She then laid on the couch and smelled his pillow. She threw the shirt over her, wrapping the sleeves around her, pretending he was holding her tight. She longed to have him...to make love to him once more...to be in his arms again. She laid on the couch for 30 minutes until she realized what she had to do. She got up, placed cameras in the trailer to make sure he didn't see anything. She even pinned a tiny pin on the cuff of his jacket sleeve. In reality, the pin was a camera that allowed her to see his every move. Once she got that done, she took out her phone and saw on the app, he was 5 minutes away and quickly got out of the trailer, not before stuffing the shirt into her purse. Denise ran to her car quickly and watched Riggs as he got out of his truck and walk back into the tailer.
Our first date was magical. He surprised me with roses and champagne. I never told him yellow roses are my favorite flowers. He knows me so well. We are the perfect match for each other. He had a violin and cello player play my favorite love song which is, 'So This Is Love' from Cinderella, my favorite Disney song. Then after dinner, we shared a tiramisu cake and we walked hand in hand on the beach...discussing our future wedding...how he wants to take me to Rome for our honeymoon...the names of our children...how we will live in a small cottage near the lake with our dog. We both agree we love the name Alessandra for a girl and Henry for a boy. We talked about our summers on the lake...how every Christmas he will cut down the best tree and our children will decorate it while I bake gingerbread for the gingerbread houses we will decorate as a family...how we will plan the Easter egg hunt as we dress in our Sunday best...our Halloween costumes as a family...basically our lives together. We will be one perfect fairy tale...definitely something that Brian could never give me...I deserve the best.
Denise sat on her bed and closed her diary. She grabbed a pillow that was covered in the shirt she stole and hugged it tightly. She looked up at her wall and saw the shrine she had created for him. In the middle was a big picture of Riggs smiling cut out into a heart. As she traced her fingers along the photo, she heard her phone go off. Denise grabbed the phone and got a notification that stated Riggs was headed out. This gave her the opportunity to get up and go see where he was headed. She got into her car and followed route he was taking. It took her to a beautiful neighborhood. She saw he parked his truck and walked up the steps to a beautiful home.
'I know what to do...' Denise smiled to herself...
Meanwhile, inside Roger's house, everyone was about to eat until Roger heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it? We're about to eat, damn it." Roger complained as he got up.
Riggs watched him get up and chugged on his beer.
Roger answered the door and saw it was Denise, who just walked in.
"Denise! What? Why?" Roger seemed confused.
Riggs, Trish, Riana and RJ looked over and saw Denise.
Riana looked over at Riggs, who was choking on his beer, as if she was saying, 'Oh my God...'
"Oh my gosh! You live here? I knew I was in good hands!" Denise cried.
RJ walked over to Denise and shook her hand.
"Hi. I'm RJ." He said with a smile.
"Oh...I'm Denise." She said with a smile.
From the dinner table Riana looked over at her father. They exchanged a glance as if they were thinking the same thing.
"Yeah...you're really beautiful..." RJ smiled as he kissed her hand.
"And I'm very taken too." Denise chuckled.
"Oh that's a shame because if you weren't..." RJ was cut off my his father.
Roger grabbed his son by the shoulders and pushed him into the dining room and said, "Your dinner is getting cold."
Once RJ was out of sight, Trish asked, "Is there something we can help you with?"
"Oh...well my tire is gone flat and I was visiting a friend in the neighborhood and her husband is doing construction and I got some nails in my tire..." Denise rambled.
"Well let's go check it out." Roger said until Denise interjected, "Oh that's okay. I'd rather Detective Riggs help me. He seems more handy than you, no offense. He is a county boy after all."
Riggs put his beer down and said, "Okay...let's go check it out."
As Riggs walked past Roger and said, "You hear that? I'm more handy than you," with a grin. Roger rolled his eyes.
As they went outside, Roger watched them intently. Trish looked up and said, "What are you doing?"
"I think there is something wrong with that woman. I mean, how does she know where we live?"
"Maybe it's a coincidence, baby. That's all it is." Trish replied.
Fifteen minuets later, Riggs and Denise were finished with the tire. Denise leaned up and Riggs and kissed him on the cheek. He was taken aback by this.
"I can't thank you enough for helping me." She said with loving smile.
"It's not a problem, really..." Riggs chuckled as he and Denise walked to the front door.
"Why don't you stay for dinner? I'm sure you're hungry after this incident and we have plenty." Trish asked the young woman.
Roger gave her a look that said, 'What are you doing?' Trish looked up at him and said, "Its dark. I'm not going to leave the young lady alone."
"She's got a car. She can drive home. Her tire is fixed and there are plenty of drive thrus in LA. Panera is along the way." Roger said.
"I'd love to stay." Denise exclaimed and then turned to give Roger a mean smile.
Roger glared at her. Riggs and Denise walked into the house and Trish made her a plate. She took a seat next to Riggs and smiled at him. Riggs returned a nervous smile back. Roger took notice of this. Trish served her a plate and said, "I hope you like steak."
Once everyone got to eating, Trish started to talk to Denise, "So, Denise? Is that your name?"
"Yes." Denise replied with a smile.
"What do you do for work?" Trish asked.
"Oh I work as a hostess and write on the side. I was an English major in college."
"And what's the name of this restaurant?" Roger asked while sipping his drink.
"Roger." Trish said her husbands name.
"What? I'd like to know." Roger looked at his wife. "Can I treat you to dinner one day, baby?"
"That's okay. It's called A Nova Cervejaria Brasileira. It's an upscale Brazilian restaurant."
"So is that Spanish?" RJ asked.
"No. It's Portuguese." Denise replied.
"Is your tattoo in Portuguese?" RJ asked.
"RJ..." Roger warned him.
"Yes. It means strength." Denise replied and took a bite of her food.
"What do you need strength for?" RJ asked.
"Long story." Denise replied.
She's getting annoyed with RJ.
"RJ..." Roger warned.
"So has anyone ever told you lately you're so beautiful." RJ told her.
That was the final straw. Roger kicked RJ under the table and RJ yelped in pain. He looked at his father, who gave him a look that said, 'Shut up!
"Yes...yes, they have..." Denise replied in a short tone of voice.
"Well, you seem like an ambitious, young lady. Do you want to know what you want to do with your English degree?" Trish asked.
"I don't know. People say I should be a teacher but teaching isn't really my scene." Denise chuckled.
"Our cousin is a teacher." Riana told Denise.
"Oh is he really?" Denise replied as he took a bite of food.
"And you have a boyfriend? Tell us about this lucky, young man." Trish said.
"Yeah. Who is the guy that nabbed this sweet angel that's sitting before me?" RJ said earning another look from his father and his sister.
"Pathetic." Riana whispered, which earned a shush from her mother.
"He's 6'0"...scruffy...long, wavy brown hair...hazel brown eyes...tiny freckles because he's from outside...very handsome...he's from Texas." Denise looked up in a romantic way.
"Hey, I'm from Texas." Riggs interjected. "What part is he from? I'm from Kerr County."
"How ironic...he's from there too..." Denise smiled.
"Yeah, Riggs...how ironic." Roger mentioned.
Denise gave Roger a look and said in a hateful voice, "Anyway...my friends tease me over his mustache but I love it..."
Roger choked on his food. Trish just stared at him.
"Went down the wrong pipe. Sorry." Roger chuckled.
Denise gave him a look and continued to speak.
"We're not ready to come out yet but when we do, it will be the best." Denise said to Trish. "But from what I notice, he listens to me...and he loves me..."
Trish and Roger exchanged glances. Roger glanced at Riggs and back at his wife. Trish then added, "He sounds like a wonderful man."
"And from what you described, sounds like someone I know..." Roger then turned to Riggs. "Right?"
Riggs looked at Roger as if he was saying, 'Who are you talking about?' where Roger gave him a look that said, 'Um...hello?'
"Well this has been a wonderful dinner." Trish said quickly. "Riana, RJ, can you help clear the table while we see our guest out?"
"I'm not done eating yet." Riggs complained.
"Well you finish Martin and we will walk this young lady out?" Trish said.
"But you said there was pie! I want apple pie!" Riggs called out.
As Roger and Trish were walking Denise out, RJ chased Denise and went to shake her hand and slipped a paper with his number into her hands.
"You know...just incase..." He told her with a wink.
Roger looked at RJ and pointed to the kitchen and said, "Go help your sister in the kitchen!"
RJ walked off and screamed, "Okay, old man!"
"Don't call me old" Roger called back.
"You are the oldest in this house!" RJ called back.
"So where did you park your car?" Trish asked.
As they walked Denise to her car and bade her goodnight, they quickly walked back into the house and shut the door. Trish looked up at Roger and cried, "Oh my God! That girl is crazy!"
"What did I tell ya? She's obsessed with him!" Roger exclaimed.
"No, baby. She's possessive of him and if I were you, I'd stay close to him and make sure he's safe." Trish added.
As they walked back into the dining room, they found Riggs eating the apple pie with a big scoop of vanilla ice cream in the middle.
"Really, Riggs?" Roger exclaimed.
"What? I didn't think you guys wanted any. It's not like I'm eating it alone. Harper's helping me eat it."
Harper gave her parents a sweet smile and then looked at Riggs with her mouth open, indicating she wanted more pie. Trish smiled and shook her head.
Denise drove around and parked in a McDonalds parking lot. She screamed and slammed her hands on the wheel.
"Fuck you, Murtaugh! Fuck you and your bitch wife! How dare you keep him away from me! Fuck you!"
After yelling, she took in a deep breath and said to herself, "It's okay. We will be together..."