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Epilogue
*You are now Mal Fallon.*
"You're such an idiot." My gorgeous fiancé scolds me from across the table at our favorite diner.
"What did I do?" I ask innocently.
"You almost let the suspect get away!"
"He threw a trash can at me! I had to duck!" I defend myself.
"Whatever."
"Nat, is this about how I almost let the suspect get away, or are you just pissed that I finished the last of the ice cream last night?" I ask. Natara doesn't answer; instead she just glares at me. To ease the glare, I quickly lean forward and touch my lips to hers, while running my fingers over her hands. I paused and smiled when my fingers ran over her shining engagement ring. She felt my fingers pause and I felt her smile as well.
It's been nine months since she was abducted. Six months since I proposed to her and she said yes. It was an… original proposal. Her father is very wealthy and owns many stables. Natara has been surrounded by horses her entire life, and she loves them. I first surprised her by showing up in her riding ring astride one of their beginner schooling horses. There was a small path of lights that lead to where I stood in the ring, in front of a wall. She was already shocked to see me on a horse, and the lights definitely confused her. Unlike Natara, I am petrified of horses, so she had a right to be confused. She dismounted her horse and led him over to where I stood, still very much confused. I got down off my horse, and began to propose to her. When the time had come, someone flicked a switch on and the wall behind me was instantly illuminated by Christmas lights that spelled out, "Will you marry me?" She was so surprised, I loved it. Instantly, she had said yes, and I slipped the engagement ring on her finger. Definitely, it was an original proposal in my book.
Some people might think that I was crazy to propose. They would say she comes with too much baggage. Some days are more overwhelming than others. But to me, she's definitely worth it. To others, she's broken, over whelming, and a lot to handle. To herself, she feels insecure, bothersome, and she's self-conscious about the scars she still has. But to me? To me, she's the most beautiful, intelligent, kind-hearted, and the most perfect woman in the world.
She still has nightmares, every night. Before she started talking again, and even in the hospital, I knew she suffered from terrible nightmares. However before she began to speak again, she would wake up, but wouldn't make a sound. After she resumed speaking again, her nightmares escaped from their silent confines. Every night, she wakes up drenched in sweat, bawling her eyes out, screaming. If she wasn't screaming, then she would be coughing or choking, most likely reliving some of the worst torture she endured.
I would cuddle with her for hours after she awoke, staying awake with her until she fell back asleep. She's constantly apologizing for waking me up, and always believes that she is bothering me. Even though she may think that, I personally enjoy spending any time of my day or night with her, even if it's not the best situation. I don't feel so helpless as I did earlier, because she has told me that my staying awake with her and standing by her side when she needed me, helped her shorten the long road of psychological recovery.
She has to go to a psychologist 3 days out of the week, and she tells me she hates it. I suppose she has the right to. She's the Bureau's best profiler, so she knows all the tricks the shrink might have up his sleeve. She's still damaged, psychologically speaking of course. She never tells anyone what happened when she was in Miller's torture house. Not even me, or the shrink. If she sees someone walking down the street that even looks a bit like Miller, she will avoid that person at all costs. She suffers from PTSD, Anxiety, mild Depression, and has random panic attacks throughout a week. She takes some medicine for it, but it really doesn't do anything but calm some of her frayed nerves. Normally whenever she has a panic attack, I just sit down with her and hold her close, until it subsides.
Even with all the psychological damage, and fights we go through I love her, and nothing will change that.
The End