Hi guys! Sorry for the shortness of this! But I had something to tell you. :) So yes, I chose the name Charles (Charlie) because that was my pop-pop's name and he died a little over a year ago, so I wanted to commemorate him somehow. I write poems about him all the time, and I miss him so much, so this one's for you pop-pop. I wrote an essay about him for english class and at the end I wrote how I write stories and poetry about him and my english teacher told me he'd be proud. (: Okay, and secondly I have a SUPER RANDOM EXCITING FACT FOR YOU!

MY BIRTHDAY IS IN THREE DAYS! :D :D :D Hurray!

Who's excited? XD I know I am! I'm finally turning fifteen. Thank GOD! I'm sick of being the only 10th grader in the world that's halfway through the school year and still 14 years old. I'm not a normal person. I'm the youngest person in my class, clearly, and I always have been and probably always will be. :p so this is a really exciting week for me.

I can't post much more today because I can't write for like 5 hours because I have ice skating lessons, and I also have to study a bit for my Spanish quiz tomorrow (ewwwwie.) but I just wanted to thank you so much for all of your reviews, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

PLEASE ENJOY:D

"You're adorable, you know that?" Mal laughed. "You want your child to be named after me?"

"Pshh, no," Natara lied. "I just love the name Charles…Charlie…Char…"

"Oh shut up, liar," Mal grinned. "No one nicknames their kid Char.."

"Why not?" Natara whined.

"Because it's silly!"

"Char is adorable! Fine…I'll call him Charlie, then!"

"Good, hey Nat? Are you worried?"

Natara looked down at her shoes, embarrassed slightly. "Oh, I don't know. I mean, yeah, I'm scared to raise a kid. Especially alone, but…"

"You're not alone."

"What?"

"Nat, you'll never be alone. You have me."

"Well, yes, but I mean like my baby won't have a real dad," Natara sighed. "That's one thing I can never give him."

"That's not true. Not never… I mean, you're an amazing person. One day you'll have another boyfriend and then…"

She cut him off, "Mal, no. I'm never going to have another boyfriend because I can't ever trust anyone again. It's just obviously not meant to work out for me."

"See, that's crazy! You trust me, don't you?"

She paused. "I…I do."

"Well there you go, you can still trust people because you've proven it by trusting me," Mal said knowingly.

"But Mal that's different. I trust you because we're partners and you're my best friend. Anyone else, they're never going to be my best friend or my partner, so love just won't ever work out for me," Natara answered gently.

"But you have me. I'm always going to be your best friend, and your partner too. Think about it, Nat, I…"

She interrupted again, "Mal, yeah, you're always going to be my best friend and my partner too, probably, but it's not the same. It's not like you're my boyfriend… It's not like we're going to get married someday. It's not like someday we'll have more kids and live together until we grow old. It's not like that. We're just best friends…"

Natara looked up at him, hand on her stomach. She studied the look he was giving her but for once the top FBI profiler could not read minds. For once, her brain was unable to tell what he was thinking and feeling. Brains don't understand love.

She should've asked her heart instead.

Sometimes I think, when I'm alone
You might just feel the same way
What if you really loved me back?
What if you wanted me to stay?
I'd be too scared to ask of course
You call me just a best friend
You'd never consider me as more
I'm just a helpful hand to lend
I'm just another childish man
I'm just another partner to you
I'm just a lonely, drunk old guy
You're far out of my league, too
You're far too pretty, far too perfect
On top of that, you're smart
And I'm just another blue collared cop
And you're the partner that stole my heart.