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(Stalker's POV)

The fire gutted the studio. It burned and burned and even the firefighters couldn't do anything to stop his flames. Marinette watched the fire. Stared at it with lost eyes. And he, in turn, watched her. I had to punish you.

After what she had done, Marinette needed to be taught a lesson. As the smoke drifted into the air and the firefighters finally backed up, he smiled. He was pretty sure Marinette wouldn't be forgetting this night anytime soon.

Now you'll always think of me…the way I always think of you.

Every. Fucking. Moment.

"You saw no one?" Nathanael demanded as he paced the small interrogation room.

Interrogation.

Adrien sat with his legs sprawled in front of him. The detective had been insistent that Marinette come in to the station for an interview after the fire. Adrien hadn't been about to let her out of his sight. Because everytime I do, something happens to her.

He could still smell the flames, probably because the damn smoke was in his clothes. The fire had singed him. When the ceiling had caved in, he had to dive fast and hard to the right. Another few inches, and both he and Nino would have been trapped. Dead?

His breath exhaled slowly. He had gotten out of those flames, and he carried Nino to safety. His best friend was going to be okay. But if Adrien had arrived at that studio just a little bit later…

"I didn't see anyone," Marinette said softly. "But I heard him, pouring gasoline."

"How do you know it was gasoline?" Nathanael stopped pacing and narrowed his eyes on Marinette. She ran her hand through her hair. A black smudge slid across her right cheek. "The smell. It's pretty unmistakable, don't you think?" He stared back at her.

Adrien cocked his head. This was a colossal waste of his time. "Shouldn't you be out, detective, looking for the asshole who did this? From my count, that's an arson and an assault, all within a few days." Attempted murder, more like.

Nathanael's lips tightened. "You didn't see him?"

"The lights were out." Marinette shook her head. "I only saw the flash of his match, then I heard his voice." Adrien tensed. She hadn't told him this part, not yet. "What did he say?" Nathanael pushed.

"The same thing he said before." She was too pale. "I will be the one."

"You didn't recognize his voice?" Nathanael yanked out the chair on the opposite side of the table. He spun it around, then sat down, draping his arms over the chair's back. "He wasn't familiar to you, at all?"

"He was rasping, whispering." Her shoulders rolled. "So, no, I didn't recognize his voice. I still don't know who this guy is or why he's doing this to me." Nathanael's fingers tapped against the chair. "You think he's the same man who caused your accident in Paris?" Then he reached forward and opened a manila folder that was on the table.

He shoved some stark, black and white photos across the table. Photos of a totaled vehicle. Marinette's car.

She was trapped there.

He looked up from those photos and found the detective's gaze on him. "While you were away on your little trip, I did some digging," the detective said. Good. I'm glad you're doing your job.

"I talked with a detective Juleka in Paris." The detective glanced over at Marinette. "She said you were sure someone had forced you off the road." Marinette nodded. Adrien pushed the photos back toward the detective. "We just talked to Juleka, too. The girl didn't buy Marinette's story-"

"Because there was no evidence of anyone else at the crash scene. No paint from another car. No sign of a rear impact."

"My car…" Her voice was too cold for Adrien as Marinette said, "Rolled 4 times. It was smashed like a damn can. There were signs of impact all over the place."

"Juleka thought it was a one-vehicle accident," Nathanael continued. His gaze had locked on Marinette's face. "I'm not Juleka. I know you're scared, and it sure looks to me like you have a reason to be." It should look that way to fucking everyone.

"I'm guessing Agreste took you to Paris because it might be one of your exes, huh?" Now Nathanael's gaze swung back to him. "How'd that work out for you?"

"I'm running their alibis." And so far, turning up jack. So…no it hadn't fucking worked out for him. Nathanael pursed his lips and nodded. "Running their alibis…that's good." He put the photos of Marinette's wrecked vehicle back inside the folder. "But what about your own alibi?" He pushed another sheet of paper toward Adrien.

Adrien stared down at a picture of himself. An image from a Paris newspaper. "You tend to catch attention when you go places," Nathanael murmured. "Guess that's the price of being so rich, huh? When you went to Paris to see a fashion show…the Amore collection, right? Well, you were caught leaving the show early that night." Nathanael paused.

"The date on the image…that would be the same day Marinette here had her wreck." Marinette's hand reached for that newspaper clipping. She pulled it toward her. "You were in Paris? At my show?" Her head turned toward him. A faint furrow appeared between her brows. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Oh, this isn't the first show he's caught." Again, Nathanael reached into that folder. "Seems that when you were modelling, Adrien here made a point of coming to see you model. At least once, sometimes twice a month. He was always there for opening night, but he'd go back, to catch other shows too."

Son of a bitch. The detective had been busy. "You…you saw me model?"

"He saw you, quite a lot." Now Nathanael seemed musing. "He liked to stay at the same hotel every time he went to see you…that posh place that the Mayor owns. I believe you both stayed there on your recent trip?"

"Who did you talk to?" Adrien demanded. Because someone had been talking too fucking much. This kind of personal leak wasn't allowed in his organization. An assistant, an agent- someone was ab out to get his or her ass fired. "I grew up in Paris," Nathanael said with a shrug. "I've still got friends there, and they helped me with my digging."

His lips pursed. "Marinette, you mean to tell me that you didn't know he was there, any of those times? With the two of you being such old…friends…I thought you'd-"

"I didn't know." Her voice was even colder now. Her eyes were on Adrien. "Why didn't you tell me?" Damn it. He didn't want to have this conversation with the detective's watchful stare on them. "Because we were over." She flinched.

Hell. He was fucking this up. We were over. You'd moved on. I just needed to see you. "He wasn't just at your shows, though." And, again, the cop pushed clippings aside. He extracted a final photo from that file. Another photo from the crash scene. Only this time, the wreckage was in the background. Marinette was strapped in a gurney and being loaded into an ambulance.

"A reporter on the scene that night caught this shot, but his bosses were…persuaded not to run it." She stilled. "That man, right beside the EMTs, that's you, isn't it, Agreste?" Marinette's breath rushed out. "You were there the night of my crash?"

Shit. He had to tread very, very carefully right now. "I found your car. I called for help." (A/N: ~coughs coughs bullshit cough cough~)

Marinette shook her head. "Why were you there?"

"I think he was following you." Nathanael murmured as his brows lowered. "He had been watching you for some time. I suspect he left that show early, and he waited for you to leave, too. Then he followed you."

"That's not what happened!" Adrien snapped. He should have told her. Damn it, the minute she walked back into his life, he should have told her that he had been there. As if he could forget those moments. The pelting rain. The lightning that flew across the night sky. The blood. The sick, twisting fear because he could not get her out of the mangled mess that had been her car.

"You were the hero who saved her from death," Nathanael said as he gave a nod. "Both in Paris, then here, in Chicago. You've saved her…what, two times in the last few days?" Marinette wasn't speaking. Her eyes were so big and wide and lost.

"Someone broke into her studio, slammed her head into the glass…then you appeared, just in time to play her white knight." Nathanael's voice was grim. "I had a guard on her, I had-"

"Someone set her studio on fire tonight. Before the flames could get to her, you appeared again." Marinette jumped to her feet. Adrien didn't move. His hands had fisted. "You think I'm her stalker." Did Marinette think that, too?

"I think…" Nathanael began slowly as his face tensed in hard, tight lines, "that you've been obsessed with Marinette Dupain-Cheng for a very long time. Since you were kids, right? That was when you put Ivan in the hospital. According to him, you did it just because you caught the two of them kissing."

Don't! Help me! Adrien forced his hands to unclench. "Ivan is a fucking liar. You'd be wise not to believe a word he says." Marinette had backed away from the table. From me. "And I'm supposed to believe you?" Nathanael's question mocked him. "I tried to get access to your military records, but Uncle Sam has those sealed tight."

"That's the way they should be." He needed to talk to Marinette. Alone. He'd get her to understand what he'd been doing. "You're a dangerous man, Adrien Agreste. You went black ops within months of your deployment. Vanished during your service for nearly four years, then you burst back on the scene with connections to some of the most powerful players in the world."

He didn't talk about his service time. Never had. Never would. "You came back, then you fixated on the one thing that always mattered most to you." Nathanael's gaze cut to Marinette. "You watched her, you wanted her, and you couldn't stand for anyone else to have her."

"Adrien?" She barely breathed his name. "Tell me…tell me you weren't at the crash." He didn't want to lie to her anymore. "She wasn't hung up on you. Marinette had other lovers, so you had to put a plan into place. You needed her to get vulnerable. She was the celebrity in Paris, surrounded by too many people. So you took that celebrity status away- you took her modeling away. You caused that wreck."

"What the fuck!" Adrien leapt to his feet. His chair slammed down on the floor behind him. "She was so hurt in the crash that she had to give up her dream, and that was exactly what you wanted." Adrien stalked around the table, heading right for that bastard.

Nathanael shoved away from his chair and stood up, fists clenched. "You took away the dancing because that is what originally took her away from you, right? That's what Ivan said. Marinette left to follow her dreams in Paris. She left you."

"No!" Marinette's denial. That sounded halted Adrien before he could drive his fist into the cop's face. "It wasn't like that. Adrien was joining the military. He…he's the one who left me. He told me to go." Her hair brushed over her shoulders as she shook her head. "He rejected me, not the other way around."

"Then maybe he changed his mind." Nathanael didn't glance her way. "Maybe he saw so much blood and death during his deployment that it made him want life again. Want you. But he had to come up with a way of getting you back…and he did. He made you afraid. So afraid that the only person you could turn to help would be-"

Adrien grabbed the guy and shoved him back against the wall. "You don't know what the hell you're saying."

"And you just assaulted an officer." Nathanael smiled at him as the door to the interrogation room flew open. Two uniformed cops rushed in and grabbed Adrien's arms. "I don't care how damn rich you are, Agreste, you're under arrest." He could have broken free from the cops. Could have gone right after the detective again. Instead, Adrien offered the cop his own, grim smile.

"You've made a mistake, detective. A very, very serious one." Nathanael straightened his shirt. "I don't think so. What I've done is keep her-" He jerked his thumb toward Marinette. "Safe. I've shown her just what you really are." The uniformed cops pulled Adrien toward the door. He glanced over at Marinette. "She already knows what I am."

She was the only one who knew what he was really like, deep inside. He hated the pain he could see on her face. The detective's fault. His gaze cut back to Nathanael. "Soon enough, you'll see, too."

"Is that a threat?" Nathanael demanded. "More of a promise…" Then the cops forced him from the room. You should know, detective, I always keep my promises.

Penguin: Omg, shit just got real...I'll see you on Monday! Bye bye!