Penguin: Hello everyone! I'm very sleepy right now because I did some exercise. Trying to burn those calories c; So let's get to the reviews! And this chapter is kinda short because I didn't want to put too much in it. The next one will probably be longer than this one.

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Her knees felt like rubber. "You need to sit down, Marinette." Nathanael said, speaking in a soft, soothing voice to her as he pulled out her chair once more. "I don't want to sit down." She wanted him to stop treating her like some kind of broken bird. Marinette raked a hand over her face.

"It's not Adrien."

"I know you don't want to believe that-"

"He saved me!" Nathanael walked to closer to her. Stopped less than a foot away. "That's what he wants you to believe. Are you so sure he wasn't at your studio before the fire started?"

"He wasn't! I was there, Nino was there-"

"Nino is a trained agent, yet it looks like someone the drop on him. Someone snuck up and knocked the guy out. I'm guessing not many folks could do that, but Adrien Agreste, he could." Adrien could do anything. He was at the wreck?

"You've got to stop seeing him with some freaking rose colored glasses. He wanted you back, so he got you. He set up everything so that you had to return to him. Don't you see? He makes the threats, then he saves you from them."

This couldn't be happening. "I need to talk to him." She took a fast step toward the door. Nathanael moved and blocked her path. "He's headed to booking. You can't talk to him now."

"You're not really going to arrest him!"

"Yes, I am." His lips tightened. "And I figure he'll have some fancy-ass lawyer who comes in and gets him out by morning, but you know what? That gives you tonight. A night to be safe. A night to think about Agreste. Every moment you've spent with him. Realize who the hell he really is, and get smart. Get away from him. And you can stay alive."

His fingers lifted and curled around her shoulders. "I'm trying to help you. You- damn it, you remind me of my ex-girlfriend. She was like you. Trusting the wrong man. So sure he was right." His eyes glinted with a wild intensity.

"Nathanael-"

"She was eighteen when the right man beat her to death because he didn't want any other man getting close to her. Eighteen. He thought Susan was his, and he wasn't going to let her go." He gave a rough shake of his head, but his hands were light on her shoulders. "I've seen the way Agreste looks at you. You think that man's not obsessed? He is. And I believe he would do anything to have you."

I would kill for you. In an instant, with no hesitation. Her lips felt numb as she said, "He wouldn't hurt me."

"That's what Susan used to say, too. No matter how many times I told her otherwise…" The interrogation room door opened again. "Captain wants to see you, Nathanael," the female officer said as she stood on the threshold. "Wants you now."

Nathanael dropped his hold on Marinette. "Make sure she gets home safely, will you, Chloe?"

"Of course." He backed away from Marinette. "Remember what I said, Marinette. Think about him." Then he was gone. The female officer stood uncertainly in the doorway. "Um, miss, you ready for that ride?"

Her mails fug into her palms. "Where's Adrien Agreste?"

"Booking." Right. That was the same thing Nathanael had said. Marinette's gaze slid to the table. To the photograph of her crash. He was there. "Then, yes, I am ready to go."

The small apartment seemed to be closing in on her. Marinette sat on the couch, unable to sleep. Two a.m., and she was wide awake. The ticking of her clock seemed far too loud. Every second passed by so slowly. Every. Second.

She stood and strode toward her window. She couldn't breathe in that place. Marinette threw open the window. An alarm immediately started to beep. One of the alarms that Adrien had installed for her. Marinette's back teeth clenched. She talked to the alarm pad and stopped that damn beeping.

Then, through that open window, she heard the sound of music. A fast, driving beat. Coming from the club down on the corner of her street. The music drove out the sound of that ticking clock. Before she gave herself a second to think, Marinette grabbed her shoes and bag.

She nearly ran from her apartment and down the stairs. Her legs pumped. Her left calf twinged. Then she was outside. A line of people snaked around the side of that club, waiting to get inside. Laughter, voices, and music drifted in the wind. She wanted to get close to that music. She need it.

No, not the music. She slipped into the line. She needed to dance. Dancing always helped her to forget the most painful moments of her life. Dancing helped her to cope. To survive. She'd go into the club. She'd dance. She'd be like everyone else for a time. I'll forget. Because if she didn't forget, for at least a little while, Marinette thought she might just go crazy.

Penguin: I know some people probably won't agree with Chloe being a cop, but she hadn't appeared yet and I'm kind of running out of characters to use XDD I will see you all on Wednesday! Bai!