A/N: Hi guys, so it's been a while, hm? I know, it just too me a while to be able to remember all the things and points I have to hit with this story in order for it to make sense and be good too! Well, this chapter was written in one day, I'm proud to say. I haven't been able to write a whole chapter for in one sitting in a long time so it feels great to get one out! I'd like to thank the ever so lovely Beautiful Innocence and XxMeli J NightlyxX for their reviews! Thank you ladies so much. And now the update!

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My Memory of Her: The Work, It Never Ends

"And on that note, Mr. Winner has released a statement saying that the F.B.I. is not investigating him but rather a close friend who was involved in a bad accident. He says that he is working with the F.B.I. as much as they ask him too and is willing to help them out as much as possible. He did have to leave the country for a while due to an emergency at one of his oil rigs, and it was not because it was his oilrig but for his workers. And that is the end of his statement. Mr. Winner has always been known for his heart and money, thankfully he did say that none of his workers were injured and were given two months off to relax after the terrifying incident. I'm Debra Wilson and that is it for the morning news, see you at noon, right here at News Channel Seven," the reporter says and then the program switches to another television show.

Duo changed the channel and began to watch the E! True Hollywood Story on Michael Jackson.

"Poor guy, he was so great at what he did..." Duo comments aloud as he watches by Heero's bedside as he slept. It had been two weeks but he never gave up hope, Heero was a fighter and he was probably still in bad health from the stress of his life too. He prayed that his mind would wake up his body. He'd vow to help him out even more with everything that was going on. At the moment, Mileshaw was still having several under cover investigations on Martly but except it was put on a higher priority. An officer was wounded severely due to him, it was now a matter of it going personal. This wasn't the first time Martly took a shot at the police force. He first killed a DEA agent just to prove who he was and how serious he was as well, shortly after that Heero Yuy was brought in.

…

"You're going to rest and not go out in public until your recovered," Dorothy declares as she adjusts the vents of her limo so that the cool air blows on Quatre's pink, sunburned, face.

"But I have work to do," Quatre says closing his eyes from the cool air.

"Let Rashid and I do it," Dorothy says as they drive in their entourage of fifty vehicles; twenty-five in the front and twenty-five in the back. She didn't want him to be in any danger, especially since the attack on Yuy could've hurt him and Michael, she didn't want him, being so innocent, to be involved in any way with this drug lord. She knew he was behind it, who else would take such an act of that magnitude but Martly.

"Okay…" Quatre says and sighs. It was hot, even if he was only wearing a very thing white button up shirt that fit him loosely and some shorts that were also loose. The less things that rubbed against his burnt flesh, the better.

…

"Now, it's been two weeks and no one has been able to give me anything on Martly," Mileshaw says upset and slamming her fist on the desk in their meeting room that was filled with officers and dispatchers. She had a skeleton crew working the desk. "I'm serious folks, this thing is going to escalate more than we can even anticipate. That much I can assure you due to the fact that Martly really doesn't give a shit about anything and anyone, he'll do things we can't even comprehend. Now let me tell you your fuck ups. One of our potential informants who was under watch and he was only 16, Steven James, only son to a single mother was under our watch and he died. Now, normally I understand things happen but when situations like this happen, NO ONE gets ANY slack. One this case is so important and the other he was a little boy! A kid who was not dangerous at all! And Jones was on that shift."

Jones shifts uncomfortably in his seat, first Duo had really scared him since he was always so happy go lucky and never looked anything but happy with that grin on his face. But that night, he slammed him against the wall and really made him feel like crap and a fuck up.

"I don't normally do this but Scott, take former officer Jone's badge. Jones, you are dismissed," Mileshaw says seriously in front of everyone and in the meeting they were having with the normal task force, detectives, and the two special agents assigned to the case.

Everyone looks around and isn't quite sure what to say. Scott reluctantly stands up and as Jones stands he holds his hand out for his badge. "But, it was an accident, I swear I didn't mean for it to happen. I apologized to his mom and said it was my fault and not the force's fault! Please!" Jones begs with his knees shaking. This was bad.

Mileshaw keeps her gaze serious, "There is no room for any fuck ups. Martly has been free for far too long. This ends now."

Jones hands over his badge and gun sadly and sulks out of the room and out of the building. What was he going to tell his wife?

I'm sorry Jones, but I have to make an example of your mess up. I would've done it in private but at the moment I have no time to spare. The example was needed, Mileshaw thinks as she sees Jones walk away. "Now get back to work and get me Martly!" she commands loudly and sternly.

…

Michael was sitting quietly watching Finding Nemo in the limo to the side with his head phones on to be able to hear as Dorothy worked on business and Quatre slept. Or so he thought. He visited his dad everyday and while there spent time with different people. Duo, Dorothy, Mileshaw, and even Bloom and Barton so that Duo could rest even if he only allowed himself only a nap, quick shower, and a snack. He hoped they would go see him now. Quatre was always so nice and he and daddy got along well too, he thought at he watched the movie.

As Quatre rested and Micheal was watching the movie, Dorothy took this time to check on her work, email, new sources, and updates on law and procedure, and as well as check in with her assistants. It had been a strange week with the work and cover up that she had to perform in order to save her reputation and the privacy of her and her husband's lives. Aaron and George had been good and really left nothing behind to be discovered and promptly ordered replacement glass, doors, had the floors steamed cleaned, and the furniture in the lobby as well as inserted new tapes into the security cameras.

She sighed as indeed there were twenty new cases, which was a shame because that meant that they all passed the screening process that she made Aaron and George follow to the T to determine whether a case was worth her time or not. As she was going to look into one of the cases that was sent to her via email in a .pdf format, her phone rings. She pulls it out of her bra, she wasn't in the mood to deal with purses at the moment and answers.

"Yes?" she asks.

"There's a press blockade at Jackson and twenty-third," he says from his car. Aaron was at the office preparing some papers and doing some filing.

"Shit," Dorothy sighs.

"And it looks like they got that Debra Wilson you don't like," George comments grinning seeing the woman with the really fake hair color and weave adjusting it to get ready to comment on the escorts that Quatre had and what it said about him and his statement regarding the F.B.I. investigation.

Dorothy hands up and lets the driver know to take an alternate route, who then notifies everyone else and they take a turn at the next right to head out of the city and to the Winner Catalonia Mansion.

…

"That was pretty bold of Mileshaw," Trowa comments as they head to their black car out of the police station.

"Yes, but I think that it needs to be done. He was responsible for the death of a very young informant with a more than likely devastated mother who had no idea he was involved and much less being followed by the police," Catherine comments as she sips her coffee.

"True," Trowa says simply as they get into the car.

"I really wonder what damage Martly is planning to do," Catherine comments from the passenger seat as they drive off.

"It's more of an issue what will he do, he doesn't seem like that kind of person, much less business man, to really think too much about what he will do," Trowa says. He looked at Martly's file and the testimonies of the smile fries that were captured before he was. That and based on the actions that were taken upon Heero and from what he had heard from Duo, he really wouldn't plan anything.

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I don't know what to do… I like him but I don't want to ruin the things he has going for him. If he keeps it up he'll be a powerful agent without a doubt! But I like him... Does he know what the means? Does he know how to like someone or be kind to someone in the like like manner and not the just the polite and normal manner he is to someone who doesn't piss him off? I don't know if that is a chance I can take… It might not be worth it.

Marie paced back and forth in the living room of her apartment with cell phone in hand with his number highlighted. The first step she needed to do was press one button. One single button was the first step.

She sighed, closed the flip phone, set it down at the kitchen table, and went back to the living room to watch TV. Who was she kidding…

…

"And that is the Pythagorean Theorm. It's very simple. Now, I'm going to hand out a practice assignment of fifteen problems so that you all can get the hang of it. Turn it in for full credit for the assignment so that you all can do the home work right," the Middle School teacher says as he cleans his hands of chalk and starts passing out papers to his students by rows.

"Now the last row of problems are gonna be a little different but if you apply the methods and ways that you did the other ones you should be fine," he adds as he finishes passing the papers out to his class that was anything but thrilled for the assignment.

"Mr. Stevenson?" a student asks raising his hand up in the middle of the class.

"Yes?" his teacher asks looking at him.

"May I go to the bathroom?" he pleads.

"Yes, now don't take too long incase someone else has to go," the teacher says.

"Yes sir," the boy says and then heads off with the school pass for bathrooms and heads out of the classroom to the bathroom.

The teacher heads back up to the chalk board and starts writing down the book assignment for the students that would be due tomorrow morning. As the tapping sounds of the chalk against the board join the sounds of pencils writing and erasing, he heard an odd noise. And then again. He looked back to his students, it sounded like a cell phone. Seeing that no one was making an attempt to cover up a vibrating cell phone, he decides to check his phone that he normally leaves in his desk.

Sure enough, after opening his desk drawer and checks his iPhone, it shows a missed call from a private number. Usually only one person called him from private numbers; Martyl.

…

"Take us to the hospital!" Dorothy commands the driver who then gets on the radio and discusses changing route to go to the hospital.

"What happened? Is it Heero?" Quatre asks adjusting the bangs in his face so that he could see better.

"Did something happen to daddy?" Michael asks yanking off the headphones and forgets about Nemo.

Dorothy gets off the cell phone, "Yes, he's awake."