Dylan's POV

"Hi, I'm here to see Jean," I tell the receptionist of Marie-Anne's office. She looks up giving me a bright smile, not trying to be rude I smile back.

"You know the way," she simply says. I nod my head mouthing a thank you. Marie-Anne probably will kill me when she sees me, but I have to apologize, I owe that much to her. I don't know what I was thinking trying to embarrass her, maybe I'm mad at her because of what happened eight years ago. I knock on her door waiting for her to answer.

"Come in," her soft voice says, I open the door, she is standing at her window looking down at the street. She doesn't turn around to see who it is and just lean closer to the window. "Dylan," she says after some time still not turning around. "Did you want something?" She asks.

"How do you know it was me?" I ask taking a seat on her desk while pushing the papers off.

"Your smell, you still wear the same cologne from eight years ago," I nod my head agreeing even though I know she couldn't see me. "Did you want something?" She asks again.

"I just wanted to apologize for my actions the other day," I tell her. She shakes her head slightly. I walk up to her and look at her, turning around she gives me a small smile but goes back to staring at her window.

"Are you okay?" I ask her.

"Yeah," she replies.

"Why are you staring at the window?"

"I been reading all day to build a case, I just needed a little break. I like looking outside, the people look so small down there, sometimes I wonder if that's what God sees when He's looking down at us." I go to the window and also look down. She's right, the people look like small ants from up here. "From up here I can see the mistakes they are about to make, I see when they are about to bump into someone or something," she adds.

"Yeah," I say. She seems in a good mood today, she's all morals and deep. It reminds me of her old self, she was always smart and always had logics to get you through some things.

"I have to get back to work, you need to leave," she says pulling away from the window and going back to her seat. Taking a seat, she pulls a book and starts reading. "Dylan, Dylan," she says. I look up to her and realize that I was just staring at her. "I have work to do," she says again.

"What if I help you?" I ask her taking a seat across from her.

"You can't," she says.

"Yes, I can. Reading is fun, I've always dreamed about reading old laws to build cases," I say sarcastically while opening a book. She chuckles while biting her bottom lip. She still does that? It's something I always liked about her, it makes her look so sexy.

"No, but thank you," she says kindly declining my offer. "And thank you for apologizing, but you know it doesn't change anything between us right?" And Marie-Anne is back to her mean self, what is the point of someone apologizing if they don't get forgiven?

"Yeah, right?" I say with a fake smile. "What do I have to do to earn your forgiveness?" I ask.

"Nothing, I forgive you, but I just don't want you to think that means we can be friends." She crosses her hands over her chest and stares at me waiting for me to leave. "Dylan, I'm not the same person anymore. I've changed, I've moved on, and I just don't want to take a walk back to my past. You are someone from my past, I just think you should stay there," she says with an unreadable expression on her face. At this point, I don't know if she means them or if she is just playing to cover how she really feels. She always did like to push people away from her.

"You're serious?" I ask her. She can't be serious. I should be the one who doesn't feel like taking a walk down my past. "You are," I state when she doesn't answer me.

I can't believe I'm letting her do this again, I'm letting her hurt me again. I'm done apologizing, I'm done feeling sorry. "Okay," I tell her.

"Dylan, I'm sorry okay, but I really do need to get back to work," she says without no emotion of sorriness whatsoever.

"Yeah, sorry to bother you," I tell her getting up and slamming the door. Well, Marie-Anne it's time for me to do my damage. I take the elevator down and get in my car speeding my way to my office.

When I reach my office, I call Jenny, my assistant. "What can I do for you, Mr. Argent?" She asks entering my office. I don't know why she still calls me Mr. Argent, I've told her to call me my first name a million times before.

"Can you get Rebecca down here, please?" I ask her, "I think she's working a case on the other side of town, tell her I'm crying or that I'm drunk or something; she won't come if I call her. Tell her I just found out that I have cancer or something," I tell her. She nods her head and quickly leaves my office.

Rebecca will be here in fifteen minutes top.

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"Oh my God, Dyl are you okay? What stage is it?" Rebecca asks busting in my room. I couldn't help, but start laughing at her worried face. Her heart is jumping off her chest and her dark hair is a mess. "It's not funny Dylan, you might die," she says. When I don't stop laughing she finally gets the idea and frown. "You made me rush over here leaving my case thinking that you have cancer. Dylan, don't play those games with me," she says walking up to me and slapping the back of my head.

"I'm sorry okay? I just needed you and I know you wouldn't come if it wasn't an emergency," I tell her with a puppy face so she can forgive me.

"She takes a seat on my desk and sighs, "what is it?" She asks.

"I have a job for you," I tell her.

"Dylan, I'm already working a case. You have to wait until I'm done unless you're willing to pay me more than the person who hired me," she says smirking.

"First of all, you are trying to find out if the crazy lady's husband is cheating on her and we both know you don't want to. And second of all, I'm not going to pay you," I tell her. She knows she wants to do me the favor, talking about money.

"I want you to cook me dinner whenever I ask," she says negotiating.

"Fine," I say knowing that she always eat at my place anyway.

"Okay, now we're talking. So, what's the job?"

"Brown," I tell her.

"Dylan, if you want me to fuck him and accuse him of rape, I won't do that," she says. Why would she think I want her to do that? She is crazy, but now that I think about it, it's not such a bad idea.

"No," I say scratching the thought out of my head. "I just want you to dig up everything about him, I'll tell you what else I want when I get the information."

"How far do you want me to dig?" She asks.

"I want to know everything. What brand of diapers did he use as a baby to what school he went to, everything," I tell her.

"You got it," she says getting up with her bag to leave.

"You want dinner tonight?" I ask her.

"No, I have a date," she says.

"Who is he?" I ask.

"He's an F.B.I agent," she says with a smile.

"Bex, what did you do?" I ask her, knowing her she probably seduce him so she can get information.

"Nothing, can't I go on a date?" She asks pushing up her shoulders. I stare at her waiting for her to tell me the truth, "okay fine, I'm going on a date with him because he is the lady's husband's partner, but he is super cute, I think I've finally met the one."

"Just be careful," I tell her shaking my head.  She is so naive sometimes, there's no such thing as the one. All she will get is her heart broken.

"I will," she says opening the door, "you too," she says closing the door. She opens back the door and I raise my eyebrows, "I hope God does give you what you want," she says.

"What is that?" I ask.

"Cancer," she says slamming the door.

AN

Dylan is revenge mode again... What do you guys think he'll do?

In case you guys were wondering, Rebecca is a private investigator, not a hooker or anything.

Thanks for reading...

Au Revoir...