The next day at around 5 p.m. Dally was standing at the reception desk at the police station. "I need to talk to officer Jenns." He said firmly.

"And what is it regarding?" The receptionist asked getting out a visitors log. Dally cleared his throat – "it's about… about the case she's working on. It's confidential." He made sure to sound really confident so that the receptionist didn't suspect anything.

"What is your name?" Dally was sure Michelle wasn't going to see him if he said his real name so he decided to just give some random name. She'll be confused who that is and is going to go see him. "It's Nelson," he said, "Nelson Brown."

"Ok, sign here," the receptionist pointed to the log.

Then the receptionist dialed the number. "Hi Ms. Jenns," she said, "There's a Nelson Brown here to see you. Says it's about a case you are working on. Ok," she hung up, "have a seat. She'll be right with you."

Dally sat down in the uncomfortable plastic chair. He was a little nervous, which was unlike him, and he wished he could smoke in there.

In about five minutes Michelle emerged from the hallway. She saw Dally, and there was confusion in her eyes. "What are you doing here?" she asked. Then she realized what happened.

"How about that phone number?" Dally said looking at the receptionist in the corner of his eye, wishing she wasn't there.

"Do you miss staying in a cell?" Michelle said briskly, "Because we can arrange that."

"If you'll be the one dealing with me I'll stay in the cell," Dally replied coolly, looking right at her.

"Right," she said, sarcasm in her voice. Then she was silent.

"Oh, don't be like that," he wanted to add hun or darling, but didn't because the receptionist was there.

Dally didn't know what else to say. He wasn't used to asking since usually girls begged him for his phone number. Michelle turned around and started walking away. Dally was pretty mad. He got in the car and pressed on the gas really hard letting his anger get the best of him.

Since he couldn't pull the trick saying he was someone else again, the next day he just got to the police station. He figured Michelle had to get out at around five or six. Sure enough at 5:45 he saw her leaving the building. She was walking towards the parking lot. Dally felt his heart beat faster and he felt an adrenaline rush. "Officer Jenns," he called out before he could even think what he was doing. She turned around and stopped, question in her eyes. Then Dally noted that she was blushing slightly.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, getting her car keys out of her pocket, ready to get in the car.

"Look, all jokes aside," Dally said, seriousness in his voice, "I'd like to take you out on a date." She looked him in the eyes and then said quietly "I'm flattered, but I don't think it's a good idea."

"Why not?" he countered, meeting her gaze.

"Because…" she replied, getting into her car and starting it.

"C'mon, don't be like that." Dallas yelled at the car as Michelle was leaving the parking lot.

"No," she yelled back, "and please don't bother me again." Oh, Dally thought, if she thought that was bothering her she ain't seen nothing yet.