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Article by Debraparker1 posted over a year ago
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I am really sad that you had died you are my number 1 favorite agent and i never wanted you to die i was crying since you died and i was crying all day long and still is why would they do that to you you are a great smart pretty intelligent agent and always will be what happen to you was very sad you didnt deserve to die on that show i love you i wish you never died you was my favorite agent and still will be my number one those other agents girls foget them i wish i can come see you the following is stupid now because you had died you will always be my number o e fan go agent parker the best great pretty intelligent agent ever love you💔😭😭❤😍🎀😘😳😒.
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Fan fiction by HaleyDewit posted over a year ago
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It was after five in the afternoon, when Deb and Claire got back home, with four bags filled with baby stuff.
Mike hurried to the hallway, and practically jerked the two bags, Deb was carrying, out of her hands. “You know you’re not supposed to carry heavy things”
“For God’s sake, Mike, I’m pregnant, not handicapped” Deb sighed irritated. “And they’re not heavy. You want heavy? Go check the trunk”
Mike frowned and walked past Deb and Claire, outside, to the car, and looked through the rear window. “You bought a cradle?” he asked a little surprised.
“Well, yeah, Beth can’t sleep on the carpet, can she?” Deb replied sarcastically, while caressing her big tummy.
“Beth?” Mike frowned, a little annoyed, as he walked back inside with the box. He put the box next to the stairs, and looked at Deb. “I’m just surprised you didn’t ask me to come with you. We could’ve decided together”
“It’s a cradle, Mike, not a car” Deb tilted her head. She turned to Claire. “You want some coffee? I can make some”
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Fan fiction by HaleyDewit posted over a year ago
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“I knew it” Emma muttered, after Alex had told her about Simon’s visit to Max. “And you’re sure about this Max girl?”
“Positive” Alex nodded, full of himself. “I’ve been following her around” He raised his hands defensively. “I know you didn’t ask me to, but…I found a few interesting details. She’s definitely a cop, and what’s even more important, she’s a Hardy, and Weston hired her to keep an eye on agent Parker”
Emma frowned. “How do you know all of that?” she asked curious.
“I may have planted a bug on Simon, when he was asleep” Alex shrugged, quasi-innocent. “Simon told Max about our plan for tonight, and then she called Ryan, to tell him. Then Simon was all worried, because if Max was coming after us, she wouldn’t be home to protect Parker, but Max said that if she caught us, she would be protecting Parker”
“I knew it” Emma repeated.
“Actually, you didn’t know” Alex replied smugly. “I’m the one who warned you not to tell him about tonight. I’m the one who planted a bug on him. And I’m the one who followed him and his new girlfriend”
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Fan fiction by HaleyDewit posted over a year ago
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7 months later…
It was a long drive from Nottingham to Woodbridge, but since Emma hadn’t replaced Simon’s phone, and he hadn’t seen an opportunity to steal someone else’s, this was the only option left. Max wanted inside information, and she was going to get it.
He figured his best chances at finding her were at agent Weston’s house, where Deb also lived. He half and half hoped Deb would be home. It would be nice to talk, like they used to.
He parked his car in front of the house, got out and rang the bell.
A couple yards further Alex was looking through a fieldglass, and talking on the phone with Emma. “Some hot chick just opened the door” he mumbled. “Man, she’s pissed. I don’t think she’s very happy to see him…Oh, wait, she’s letting him in…I’ll call you back”
Max shut the door behind Simon, and turned around, angry. “What the hell were you thinking? You can’t just show up like this! It’s dangerous!”
“I have information” Simon replied breathless, as if he’d ran the distance, instead of driven.
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Fan fiction by HaleyDewit posted over a year ago
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Deb woke up by the scent of fresh coffee and she smiled, eyes closed. But, then she remembered Mike’s suspension ended today, and he was gone to the office. She stepped out of bed, and opened the drawer of her pedestal cupboard, where she pulled out a gun.
She quickly put on one of Mike’s shirts, and tiptoed out of her room, and downstairs. At the door she waited, and listened carefully. When she recognized Max and Mrs. Weston’s voices, she sighed relieved, but couldn’t help feeling like an idiot.
She lowered her gun and walked into the living room, right when Mrs. Weston was leaving the kitchen.
Mrs. Weston’s gaze fell on the gun almost immediately, and she staggered backwards, pressing a hand against her chest. “Maxine! Maxine, you need to come now! Hurry!” she yelled hysterically.
“No, no, Mrs. Weston. It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you” Debra tried to calm Mrs. Weston down.
Max ran out of the kitchen, and her eyes widened at gun in Deb’s hand. She walked towards her and took the gun out of her hand. “Seriously, what the hell are you thinking?”
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Fan fiction by HaleyDewit posted over a year ago
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“Okay, that’s it” Mike said decisively, and he pulled Deb up. “You go take a shower, then I’ll take care of dinner”
Reluctantly, Deb left the kitchen, and startled a little when she saw Ryan and Claire. She didn’t care much for Max’s opinion. She hurried to the hallway, and ran upstairs.
“Totally insane” Mrs. Weston noted.
“Shut up” Ryan snapped.
Mrs. Weston raised her eyebrows. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to strike a nerve”
“I’ll see if she’s okay” Max suggested, but as she stood, Claire put a hand on her arm.
“No, I got this” Claire said.
Deb’s back ached from the burning hot water, but she didn’t lower the temperature.
“Are you okay?” Claire banged on the door.
Deb rolled her eyes, and closed the tap. “Why does everyone feel the need to check up on me?” she muttered, and she stepped out of the cabin. “I’m fine” she spoke a little louder.
“So, Mike’s mother seems to be a piece of work” Claire tried to make a joke. The door opened and Deb stepped outside, wearing nothing but a black bra and matching panties. She was drying her hair as she walked to the bedroom....
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Fan fiction by HaleyDewit posted over a year ago
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It was already early evening, when Mike finally arrived back home, and from the many voices Deb could tell he had brought company.
“Hi, mom, dad, how is everything going in here?” Mike greeted them. Much to Mrs. Weston’s happiness Max followed soon after him.
“We just arrived here at the same time” Max explained, in case Mrs. Weston was jumping into conclusions.
“Of course” Mrs. Weston replied with a wink. “Oh, and I suppose this is agent Hardy. Mike has told us so much about you. I think he has a little man crush on you”
“Mom, for God’s sake” Mike muttered embarrassed.
“Oh, I’m just kidding, Mikey” Mrs. Weston replied, as she shook Ryan’s and then Claire’s hand.
“Where’s Deb?” Mike asked, looking around the room.
“She’s in the kitchen” Mrs. Weston answered, and the temperature seemed to have dropped a few degrees. “But, I wouldn’t bother her right now. She tried to make dinner, but…She’s probably very embarrassed”
Mike ignored her and walked inside the kitchen. He spotted Deb on the floor, leaning against the floor. Around her where fragments, and vegetables, and potato...
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Fan fiction by HaleyDewit posted over a year ago
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As soon as Simon was out of prison, he dialed Emma’s phone number. Not that he had much of a choice; Max was standing right beside him, watching his every move.
“Shouldn’t we have done this at a police station?” Simon wondered, after he hung up. “So, they could track Emma’s phone?”
“No, because then they would’ve gotten in contact with Donovan, and we don’t want that” Max explained, in a teacher manner.
“And why don’t we want that?” Simon asked carefully, but then he figured it out himself. “You didn’t tell him, did you? You’re going behind his back”
“Whatever. I don’t work for Donovan” Max replied defiantly.
“But, then how did you get them to release me?” Simon asked suspiciously.
“I’m Ryan Hardy’s niece” Max shrugged, as if that was some kind of key to open any door. “And I’m a cop… and a woman. I can be very persuasive if I want to be”
About twenty minutes later Simon stepped out of a cab. He couldn’t help but expecting some guy with a green hoodie and a bow and arrow to pop up in front of him. This was Nottingham, after all, even if it wasn’t the right one.
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Fan fiction by HaleyDewit posted over a year ago
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Deb walked down the stairs, while toweling her hair. When she entered the living room, she found Mrs. Weston still sitting on the couch.
“Oh, you’re still here” Deb noted sheepish.
“Is that a problem?” Mrs. Weston asked haughty.
“No” Deb replied quietly. “Where’s Mike?”
“He left” There was something malicious about the way Mrs. Weston said it, and the corners of her mouth moved slightly upward.
Deb unwrapped the towel off her hair and started to dry her hair, mainly to have her hands occupied.
“And I told Richard to take a walk” Mrs. Weston continued as she kept her gaze fixated on Deb. “I wanted some time alone with my son’s…girlfriend, to talk” She patted the spot next to her, indicating Deb had to come and sit.
Deb glared away, toward the kitchen. “It’s getting late, actually” she tried to get out of the conversation. “I have to take care of lunch”
“Oh, nonsense. There’s plenty of time for that later” Mrs. Weston replied dismissively.
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Fan fiction by HaleyDewit posted over a year ago
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The guard closed the door behind him, after Max assured him she would be fine.
“How’s Deb? Did the FBI find her in time?” Simon asked agitated, even before Max sat down.
“She’s fine” Max replied soberly, as she sunk down. “I’m not here to talk about Deb. I want to talk about Emma Hill”
Simon shifted on his chair, and looked in any direction but Max’s. “What about her?” he finally muttered.
“I hear the two of you are pretty close” Max shrugged casually.
“That’s quite an exaggeration” Simon protested with raised eyebrows. “Joe took both of us under his wings, but that’s it. I have no connection with Emma. My only duty is to Joe, and since he’s dead…” his voice trailed off, as if the memory of Joe’s dead was too painful.
“Well, then you won’t have any problem doing us one little favor” Max remarked, folding her hands.
“What favor?” Simon frowned, alert, sitting up straighter.
“We’re going to release you” Max started to explain. “You’re going to get in contact with Joe’s followers and get back in the game, if you catch my drift”
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Fan fiction by HaleyDewit posted over a year ago
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Mike woke up first, and when he noticed Deb was still sleeping like a baby, he decided not to wake her. He put on his dressing-gown, and walked to the door. As he opened it, he heard loud, familiar voices from downstairs, and his eyes widened when he realized who they belonged to.
He hurried out of the bedroom, and downstairs, to find his parents sitting in the living room. “Mom. Dad” he remarked a little stunned. “What are you doing here?”
“That is no way to say hello to your parents, Michael” Mrs. Weston reproached him. “Fortunately your girlfriend is much politer”
“My girlfriend?” Mike frowned, confused. “But…”
“Here’s your coffee, Mr. and Mrs. Weston” Max interrupted Mike as she walked into the living room with a platter with two cups of coffee, a milk can, and a sugar can. “I can get you a cup, too, if you want” she added, looking at Mike.
“No, I can get it myself, you’re not the maid” Mike responded.
“I would hope not” Mrs. Weston commented with raised eyebrows. “Mike, while you’re at it, get the lovely lady a cup as well. You need to treat her good. She’s a keeper, I can feel it”
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Fan fiction by HaleyDewit posted over a year ago
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When Deb left the prison faculty, a cab was waiting for her. She got in and gave the driver Joseph’s address.
“Can we stop at a clothing store?” Deb asked. “I need to buy some clothes”
The driver scoffed. “You’re telling me you can actually buy clothes in a clothing store?” he asked sarcastically.
Deb rolled her eyes. “Can we do it or not?” she asked irritated.
“I can stop, sure, but can you pay?” the driver asked. “They paid me to give you a ride home. Do you have any money to buy clothes?”
Crap, Deb thought. She had only worked one day, and Rob never paid her for that.
“Thought so” the driver answered his own question. “Guess that,” he motioned at Deb. “will have to do for now”
Deb looked down at the clothes she was wearing. They belonged to Annabel. Deb wished Annabel was here now. Then she wouldn’t have to listen to this idiot.
But Annabel was too occupied. Deb knew that was a lie. It was Vincent. Vincent hadn’t given Annabel permission to come.
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Fan fiction by HaleyDewit posted over a year ago
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Before Deb could go, she had to return to prison to get her clothes and other artefacts back, like the tree necklace she’d had ever since she was a child. She hadn’t worn it in years, but she couldn’t quite throw it away. It was the only thing that connected her to her family, and as crappy as her family was, it was still her family.
After she got her stuff back, she went to her cell, where Susan was waiting for her. Susan stood, and walked to Deb. She embraced her tightly.
“I’m so happy for you” Susan sobbed. Her arms still around Deb, she gave her a hard kiss. “You’ll do great out there”
“Thanks” Deb replied. “I’ll do my best”
Susan let go of her, and looked around. “I need something to write”
Deb searched in her pockets and pulled out a pencil, which she gave to Susan. Susan walked to her bed, ripped a piece off the sheets, wetted the pencil and wrote something down on the cotton. She, then, gave the piece to Deb.
“That’s Joseph’s address” Susan explained. “I’ve been telling you about him. He’ll be more than happy to give you shelter”
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Fan fiction by HaleyDewit posted over a year ago
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With Rob out of the picture, and one of Rob’s girls in the witness stand, Deb dared to hope for the first time in a long time.
“Miss Connor, according to your statement you were acquainted with Robert Lively. Is that correct?” James Hyland asked. Tess nodded. “Please, answer with yes or no” James said.
“Yes” Tess answered firmly.
“Where did you meet him?” James asked.
“I was a patient in the clinic he worked at” Tess replied. “I had some family issues and I needed psychiatric help. Rob was my therapist”
“That means you know my client as well” James motioned at Debra, who was biting her nails nervously.
“Objection! Argumentive question!” the prosecutor called.
“Sustained” the judge called.
“Allow me to rephrase the question, your honor” James requested. The judge nodded, and James rotated his head back to Tess. “Do you know Debra Parker?”
Tess shook her head. “I’ve never seen her before” she said.
“Did you not go to the same clinic as her?” James asked. He picked up a folder and pulled out a piece of paper. “You went to the Hayes Clinic, I read here”
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Fan fiction by HaleyDewit posted over a year ago
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Rob entered the ‘Blueberry Cafe’ and scanned the entire space with his eyes, until he noticed Annabel sitting at the bar. Her boyfriend wasn’t there.
He walked up to the bar, and coughed to get her attention. “Evening, Anna” he said.
Annabel gasped as she recognized his voice, but focused on her drink rather than to face him.
“I can’t help but notice Little John is nowhere to be seen” Rob noted, his voice so low only Annabel could hear it.
“What do you want, Rob?” Annabel hissed, feeling her body tense from head to toe. “Vincent will be back any minute”
“You have something I need” Rob explained. “Deb’s little sketchbook, remember. You have it, I know you do, and you’re going to give it to me”
“Why would I do that?” Annabel asked skeptically. “Deb trusted me with it. I’m not giving it to anyone”
Rob nodded. “Okay” he simply commented. “Then, we’ll just wait for Vincent to come back. By the way, does he know about us?”
“What about us?” Annabel asked suspicious.
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Fan fiction by HaleyDewit posted over a year ago
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Rob parked his car across the ‘Dahlia Dancers’, tapping the steering wheel anxiously. A police van was parked right in front of the club.
His phone rang in his pocket, and he pulled it out quickly.
“What’s going on?” he asked nervously.
“You don’t want to come in here” Claudia replied vaguely. Then she elaborated: “One of the girls talked. The feds are all over the place. They want to talk to you”
“I’ll talk to them, alright?” Rob promised. “I just need to get something first. Can you buy me some time?”
“What about tonight? We’re supposed to open in an hour” Christina pointed out.
“Cancel the whole thing” Rob sighed frustrated. “Call the girls off” He hung up, hit the steering wheel a few times, and then leaned back against the seat.
He started the engines and drove away. He parked his car in the street where Annabel lived. Rob kept tags on all his female patients of every single institution he had worked at. And, although Annabel had never been required material, right now she might come in handy. Or at least, something she had.
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Fan fiction by HaleyDewit posted over a year ago
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“I really don’t know what else I could tell you” Rob was sitting opposite two investigators, who had brought him in for questioning. “Why would Deb say she didn’t kill that man, if she didn’t do it?”
The investigators traded a glance, and then one of them, Cookson, opened a folder and pulled out a piece of paper. He put it down on the table and shoved it towards Rob.
“Do you recognize the handwriting?” Cookson asked.
Rob picked it up, and glared at it. “Sure” he muttered, and then looked up at Cookson. “That’s Deb’s handwriting”
“That, Mr. Lively, is the statement you forced Ms. Parker to write and sign” Patterson, the other investigator, said.
Rob leaned forward and interlocked his fingers. “I didn’t force her to do anything” he smirked.
“No, what you did, was manipulate her. You took advantage of her temporary memory loss, due to her concussion, caused by her car accident” Cookson said.
“A car accident she caused, by trying to escape” Rob pointed out.
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Fan fiction by HaleyDewit posted over a year ago
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As the years passed, Deb began to lose hope of ever being released. If not for Susan, Deb would’ve gone full depression mode.
But Susan would wake her up every morning, her eyes sparkling, and if Deb would refuse to open her eyes, Susan would tickle her until she heard that laugh she had grown to love.
“I made you something” Susan mentioned, once Deb was fully awake and up.
Deb frowned, worried. “Did I miss something? I mean, it’s not some kind of anniversary today, is it?”
“No, no, no, no” Susan hastily reassured her. “I just got bored , while you were having hot dreams about me”
Deb raised her eyebrows skeptically. “What makes you think I was having hot dreams about you?” she teased, but the corners of her mouth trembled, which gave her away. “Okay, so, what do you have for me?”
Susan pulled out a folded piece of paper, and handed it to Deb, who unfolded it. She stared at a drawing of her and Susan, holding hands.
“That’s you, and that’s me” Susan pointed at the two figures in the drawing.
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Fan fiction by HaleyDewit posted over a year ago
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A year and a half later…
Deb was staring at the white envelope that had just been delivered. It was sent by the Academy for Young Adults.
“Aren’t you going to open it?” Susan asked, curiously.
Deb turned the envelope round and round in her hands. “What if it says I’m not smart enough?” she panicked. “I totally screwed up with math. And geography was a joke. Sure, history went pretty well, but then again, I pretty much lived in a library for some time”
Susan jerked the envelope out of Deb’s hands, before the latter could babble even more. She ripped it open and read the letter in silence. Her expression was blank when she returned the letter to its rightful owner.
Deb’s heart was pounding in her chest, when she took the letter and read it for herself. “I did it” she mumbled, stupefied, when she’d reached the bottom of the letter. Then, shouting from excitement: “I did it!” She jumped off the bed to hug Susan.
“Keep it down, ladies” a correctional officer reproached.
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Fan fiction by HaleyDewit posted over a year ago
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Four months later…
“Hey, how’s it going?” Susan snuck up behind Deb, who was deeply concentrated on her study material. Deb startled, and let out a long breath.
“Don’t do that” she reproached her friend breathlessly. “I’m a jumpy person”
“I saw the guy in the suit leave” Susan shrugged apologetically. “He’s an examiner, right?” Deb nodded, and when she didn’t elaborate, Susan continued: “Well, how did it go?”
Deb pretended to read, but then a little smile appeared on her face. “He said I did really well for someone who never went to high school”
“But you did go to high school” Susan protested, making Deb laugh.
“Yeah, I don’t really think one day counts for a high school career” she commented skeptical.
“But you did go” Susan persisted.
“I did go” Deb admitted, nodding. “He, the examiner, said that, if I keep it up like this, I will definitely get my degree”
Suddenly, Susan seemed down, and Deb took her hand. “What’s wrong? Aren’t you happy for me?” Deb asked concerned.
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Fan fiction by HaleyDewit posted over a year ago
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“I called the academy for young adults and I explained your case” Annabel said, as she put a stack of study books on the table. “They understand your position, although they were a little skeptical. They didn’t really understand why a murder convict would need a high school degree”
Deb picked up the book that was on top of the stack. “Did you have to buy these?” she asked, feeling like she took advantage of her sister. “They look expensive”
“They were, but it’s okay” Annabel shrugged. “You’ll pay me back one day”
“So, that means you have a job” Deb figured, with a little whiff of proud in her voice.
“Yeah, but it’s nothing huge” Annabel replied, dismissively. “I stack stuff. I want to try and see if I can get something better, but right now I’m just glad I have a job”
“I would give pretty much everything to be stacking stuff, right now” Deb mumbled, pitiful. “I was going to start a new life, but, of course, I had to fall in love with a douchebag. But that was the last time. I’m never dating guys again. I will never trust them again. And I, sure as hell, won’t let them inside my heart. I’m not...
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Fan fiction by HaleyDewit posted over a year ago
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Max frowned. If she didn’t know better, she would’ve sworn Mike’s eyes were shining. “I’m sorry you had to hear this”, she said carefully.
“Yeah” Mike said. “Thank you. I’ll take care of it. I’ll see you tomorrow”
“Really? I thought I was fired” Max muttered surprised.
“Just don’t pull out your gun” Mike warned her. “Unless it is to protect her, of course” He thought about that for a second, and added: “Don’t tell her I said that. I don’t think she would appreciate it”
“My lips are sealed” Max commented dry. “See you tomorrow, then” She walked out of the door, and closed it.
After Mike locked the door, he took a deep breath, and headed upstairs, to their bedroom. Deb was already curled up in bed, but Mike knew she wasn’t sleeping.
He crawled into the bed, and folded his hands underneath his head. “Now, I know you gave me an indication on how things were going to be between you and Max, but I didn’t think it was going to be this bad”
“It’s not her fault, Mike” Deb mumbled, into her pillow. “It’s mine. And those annoying episodes”
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Fan fiction by HaleyDewit posted over a year ago
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Deb screamed, and Mike grabbed Max’s firearm, forcing her to turn around. “Are you out of your freaking mind?” he yelled at Max. “You can’t do that. She’s pregnant. You can’t freak her out like that”
“Freak her out?” Max found her voice back. “She’s totally insane. That was not on the job description”
“She’s not insane” Mike snapped defensive. “She’s suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder” He walked up to Deb, who was shaking from head to toe. “Are you alright?”
Deb shook her head. “I don’t know what came over me. Mike…Max is right. I’m insane”
Mike pulled her close and tried to sooth her. “Listen, why don’t you go to bed? I’ll be with you in a few. I just need to let Max out”
Reluctantly, Deb went upstairs, leaving Mike alone with Max. She knew she wouldn’t be able to stop it. If Mike was going to fall for Max, there was nothing Deb could do about it. And let’s be honest, why wouldn’t he? Max was beautiful, strong, independent. Deb, on the other hand, was pathetic,…and weak.
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Fan fiction by HaleyDewit posted over a year ago
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Deb struggled to free herself, and Max let her go. She, deliberately, bumped into Max, on her way upstairs. She walked to the living room, where she sank down on the couch. She heard Max putting the stove on, but didn’t bother getting up to check what she was doing.
Ten minutes later, Max joined her with two cups of hot coco. “Here” she offered, but when Deb wouldn’t accept it, she put it on the table. “”It’s instant. Best I could do. I promise I didn’t poison it” She sat down next to Deb, and took a sip from her cup. “Damn, that’s hot” she muttered. “I think I burned my tongue”
She put her cup down, and turned to Deb. “You know I didn’t mean it, right? Those things I said about you and Dale?” she noticed Deb cringing by hearing that name. “I know you didn’t want that”
Mainly because she didn’t want to answer, Deb took her cup and took a sip, and then put it down again.
“You should do something about those scars” Max tried to break the tensing silence. “How come the doctor didn’t mention them? What happened, exactly?”
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Fan fiction by HaleyDewit posted over a year ago
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“Okay, hit me”
Max an Debra were standing in the basement. Deb had put on more comfortable clothes, instead of pj’s, and Max had removed her coat. With rolled up sleeves, the latter looked expectantly at her opponent.
“I’m not going to hit you” Deb protested.
“Come on, Deb, you can’t hide behind a desk forever” Max tried to provoke her.
“I wasn’t hiding” Deb frowned. “I just wanted to help other people like me, without…getting out in the field” she added, awkwardly.
“Yeah, that’s what I call a fancy way for saying you were hiding” Max emphasized the last three words, trying to get under Deb’s skin. “I guess that’s why you wanted to be head of your department, so no one could tell you to do something you didn’t want to do”
“I have done everything I could to protect others from a similar fate” Deb muttered, and she crossed her arms, looking away stubbornly.
“You know what you are, Deb? You’re a coward” Max said harshly. “You’re all big talk, but if you really wanted to protect other people from going through what you had to go through, then why has Dale been free all this time? You...
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