privateandcadet- I'm sorry, you were outvoted. I like Cloe too but Jazz is a good name as well.
halfhuman123- Since you are my most loyal reviewer (And favorite author…hint, hint) No Bratz. I had Marlene shoot him at first but knowing Marlene's personality, she probably would have seriously regretted it later. I thought about that, honestly, but How About This? rang in my head better
Mattie Scary- Good, that's going to be her name…And YES YOU ARE REVIEWING AGAIN, YESNESS!
Gewlicious-A WINKY! YES! Don't worry, you were the first one to get TRUSTWORTHY so you get the prize of getting Marlene in our next chat session…that I probably need to reply to. SORRY! Thanks for the shower of compliments!
Iota- You will not wait long, THIS I SWEAR! (Yes, I watch El Tigre. Tis the most awesome superhero/supervillian ever)
Forever'nAlways-I'm sorry, I liked Cloe but Jazz was better liked. Look up Jazzie Barbie and it looks near to the Barbie in the show. Cloe will be her middle name! YES!
To all my loyal readers and reviewers, I LOVE YOU! You people read my story even throughout my horrible first chapter (And don't deny it, I do pay attention to the stats on my stories. First chapter was the last chapter for many.)
Guess what else? Because of you people, this is my first ever finished fanfiction! (With an ending I actually like!) Give yourselves a hand because you rock!
Now, TO THE LAST CHAPTER!
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Marlene swung her legs over the edge of the bench and laid down, covering her face with her hands. She couldn't believe she had said that, it was more or less a spur of the moment thing. With there being of absolutely no danger of Skipper actually dying, the blush on her face was justified. She lifted her hands and looked around. They were in the police station, answering a few questions about Archai's death. Kowalski and Doris had told their side of the story and were currently cuddling to each other, mumbling sentences to each other so quietly that not one word could be picked up. She tilted her head back a little to see Rico and Jazz conversing, Jazz used a notepad while Rico used his normal language. By normal, she meant his strange flapping and words strung out with producing random objects from his pockets.
She glanced to the door and felt a blush rise on her face as Skipper closed the door to the interrogation room and barley spared a glance to her as he sat down in the chair beside her bench. The tension had been there ever since the police force came in and Marlene hated it.
Skipper hated it too and he knew it was because of him. He knew his own feelings to the woman and was ecstatic after hearing her confession but the window for confessing to her easily had passed when the police burst in. She sighed and swung her legs down, walking to the interrogation room with an unusual absence in her usual bouncy stride. Skipper let out a groan the minute she closed the door and set his head in his hands. The team had heard and turned to their leader with obvious pity in their eyes, everyone except for Doris.
She set her jaw and threw a magazine across the room at him, "Idiot." She stood up, strode to him, picked up the fallen magazine, and proceeded to hit the back of his head with it. "She tells you that she likes you. I know you like her back so stop breaking her heart and face it like a man!" She wacked him hard over the back of the head again and stormed out of the waiting room, Kowalski right on her heels.
Skipper looked toward the door and glanced back at Rico and Jazz who shrugged and stood up. Jazz patted his shoulder and wrote something on her notepad while Rico waited at the door. She tore the paper out, handed it to him and walked past Rico, out the door.
Skipper scanned the note and groaned, "We're leaving to give you private time." He crumpled the paper up and threw it at the trashcan, missing terribly. He glanced back to the door when the sound of creaking filled the empty space. Marlene walked out, glanced around the empty waiting room in confusion and looked to Skipper, "Where'd they go?"
"Out." He gulped and stood up, "Marlene…"
"Skipper, if this is about what I said…"
"It is."
"I completely understand. We're both adults not teenagers." Marlene brushed her bangs out of her face and looked to him with way too sad, brown eyes and that's what got him.
"No you don't, Marlene, I love you and when you said that, you made me the happiest man in the world. Now will you please get that through your head?" He couldn't help but grin at her as her eyes nearly grew to fit half of her head.
"Wait, you really…?"
"Yes, now please tell Doris that I confessed and she can stop trying to kill me." He pointed to the door where it was slightly cracked. Marlene took about one step across the room that closed the gap between the two and hugged him.
"You don't know how much hearing you say that means to me."
"If it means half of what I'm thinking, pretty sure I do." He lifted her head up and leaned in…only to be interrupted by the cracked door that flew open and all five of the others falling into the room.
Private was the first to recover and to back away, muttering apologies repeatedly. Doris and Jazz were the only ones left after the other two men backed out and they took forever to leave. Doris was literally bouncing as she sent wide-eyed looks to Marlene that, for some reason, only Marlene could decipher. All Skipper figured out was that it was enough to make her blush badly.
"Do you have a problem?"
Doris turned to Skipper, the most idiotic grin plastered on her face, "I told you." She rushed out of the waiting room the minute Skipper threw the magazine at her.
"Where were we?" He asked as suave as he could and grabbed her waist. She put her hand to her chin, making a thoughtful motion.
"Your lines need work but I'll keep you anyway." She smiled and kissed him
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There's a reason why this is so short and why Rodger isn't mentioned in this chapter…Why? There's going to be a sequel
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Skipper bust down the door, not even bothering to knock and entered the shop with his gun already cocked. Wherever this bastard was, he was going to die if he even thought to be stupid. He set his chin and motioned for the team to move in. Kowalski followed first, only fazed a bit by Skipper's pissed off attitude. Rico and Private followed, Private terrified of his father's readiness to kill the first person to move within the shop. Kowalski rounded the corner to the shop and noticed, right off the bat, a small door hidden behind a shelf of mechanical equipment. He pushed the shelving out of the way and turned the handle, revealing the room behind it. Kowalski froze in complete horror as he stared at the objects in the room, every one of them having something to do with the same woman. Blood, most likely the artificial blood found at the crime scene, wrote the walls with I love you. Kowalski picked up a photo frame of Marlene and felt the need to throw up,
"Skipper, I found something!"
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Thank you so much for reading Trustworthy! Look for the sequel soon and other stories by me!
