DANE

"Get out of my house Dane." Ian demanded.
"Give me one more fucking day Ian and I'll leave."
"Oh and take Natasha with you too." He scoffed, "I want you both out by tomorrow."
"Fine. And just so you know, you ruined Natasha."
"I don't give a shit Dane, I want you to begin packing"

Ian was my brother, but I don't know if I want to consider someone so inconsiderate to be my brother. Not to mention, his ass is also adopted.
I went to my room, and I had to break the expected news to Natasha.
"Natasha, we have one day until we're kicked out. And you have a lot to pack up."
"I know. I saw it coming."
"Do you have somewhere to go?"
"Yeah, I'll just live with my parents, for now."
I gave a loud sigh, "I cant believe these are the last few hours of being with you."
"Yeah, I know" She looked down.
I moved the fatass djungelskog off the bed pushing it onto the ground, and sat next to her.
"You know, whatever Ian said about you isn't true at all." She said.
"Oh it's true. I'm gonna avoid him from now on."
She giggled, "but he's your brother Dane, you shouldn't avoid him because of-"
"I'm gonna avoid him anyway." I smiled, "I can help you pack if you want. Clara, also left hysterically crying."
"That's nice to know." She said, "and yeah, I'm also gonna need a lot of help packing."

In the suitcase, she put all of her clothes tucked and folded nicely inside. Like the psychopath I am, I dumped everything inside, and then tucked and folded my gigantic djungelskog inside instead.
"Wow." I said, "I should've had you fold my clothes."
"No." She chuckled.
I zipped up my suitcase and she zipped up hers, which was full of just clothes.
"Well now onto the next suitcase!"

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It was the next morning, and Ian was nowhere to be seen (probably because he was with Clara). There were about 4 suitcases that belonged solely to her, full of her needs. We were outside Ian's front door, facing each other.
"I'm gonna have to call an airport transfer for the amount of suitcases I have." She said, her fingers typing something rapidly on her phone.
"Uh. . . Yeah you probably do."
"Is this the last time I'll ever see you?"
"Maybe." I sighed, "well besides if you run into me that is."
"Will I ever get see you again."
"The chances are low."
"Do you have a GPS?" She said, seeming like she had anticipated telling me something.
"Yeah, why-"
"I want to show you my shop."
"But your suitcases-"
"That doesn't matter. I'll just put them back inside."
"Okay-"

She typed the location onto the GPS, and we got there, quite quickly. The shop was beautiful. Outside the shop were many different kinds of hanging flowers, and so many kinds of flowers that I had never seen before. I was in admiration. Natasha seemed to love her job a lot. Theres a quote that says: "Find a job you enjoy doing, and you will never have to work a day in your life"

Obviously, I loved being a detective, but sometimes its draining, depressing, tiring, exhausting, and sometimes you just want to sleep a whole day. So technically, Natasha hasn't worked a day in her life, because I can tell by her gleaming eyes, that she would do this over a thousand lifetimes; and its adorable.

"Do you like the flowers?"
"They're amazing." I gazed at the flowers.
"Come in."

Inside was even more incredible. The amount of vivid colours were too bright for my eyes. But I loved everything about it. The shop seemed loved, and taken care of well. Nothing was dying, or decayed. It was all just so alive and comforting inside. The wind blew through the open windows, and ruffled her hair, although she patted it back down.
"I want to give you something." She said, while walking around trying to search for something. "Ah, here."
She walked up to me, holding a purple rose.
"These exist?" I said, accidentally grabbing onto the thorn of the flower.
"Yup. I wanted to give this to you because you've never been gifted a flower before."
"Wow. Natasha I- this is beautiful."
"Then you should visit my shop sometime." She smiled sweetly.
I never thought that I'd be gifted a purple rose, in my life. Natasha was very thoughtful. I almost shed a tear.
"I'll definitely try to."
"You better."
We walked outside again, and I held tightly onto the rose.
"So, we part our ways?" I said.
"Yep. So long Dane"
I grinned, looking down at my shoes, "thank you, for this, Natasha."
"Am I not getting a goodbye?"
"Well- actually, do you want me to drive you back?" I said, leaning back on the edge of my car
"No, that's fine I'll just walk back. It's not that far away. And also it doesn't surprise me at all that you have a black car too. Bye Dane." She said, chuckling and walking away.
"Natasha, wait." I said, jogging, trying to catch up with her.
"Yeah?"
She turned around, and her dreamy green eyes locked with mine, and I couldn't help but put my hand on the side of her soft face. My eyes searched for hers, and she deepened her gaze.
"Dane. . ." She exhaled, closing her eyes.
"Natasha I-"
She leaned into me, her feet rising into tippy toes, and she kissed me, softly. My other hand wrapped around her silky black hair, and we both fell out of it.
"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have done that." She chuckled.
"Natasha."
"Bye, Dane."
"Bye-" I said, but she already walked off.
I sat back in my car, staring at the purple rose sitting on the passengers seat. I liked Natasha. She was bold. I don't know if I'll ever see her again.

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I got back home. It seems as if nothing had ever happened. I think I should call Lieutenant Steele and tell her that I'm back. I wonder how things have been there, and what I'd missed out on.
I grabbed the rose, and I put it inside an empty vase on my table, and then pulled the phone out of my pocket, and called her.

Dane: "Hi Lieutenant, I'm calling to let you know that my break is over."

Lieutenant Steele: "So soon?"

Dane: "yep. What do I need to catch up on?"

Lieutenant Steele: "I've had Williams up to everything recently, I'll get him to talk to you when you come over to the department."

Dane: "uh yeah, nothing serious though right?"

Lieutenant Steele: "Probably not."

Dane: "Okay great, bye!" *****

How does she still trust him after he messed up one of the files earlier. I swear if I make one mistake it's over for me.

I started unpacking my suitcases, and the first thing I did was put my Djungelskog on the bed. To be honest, the Djungelskog looks much better in my house than Ian's. It was time for me to get settled into my home. I unpacked my clothes and put it back into my wardrobe. Including the one that had the red sparkles from Natasha's dress all over it.
But suddenly, I got a call from Lieutenant Steele, which was odd, because we had just spoken.

Lieutenant Steele: "Dane, I'm going to send you an address, you need to come here immediately."

She sounded almost afraid, more like concerned. And she usually doesn't sound like this. This may be really serious.

Dane: "Lieutenant? What's going on?"

Lieutenant Steele: "Dane just come now, please. There's no time for explaining."

Dane: "Lieutenant please just tell me what's going on. You're making me worried."

Lieutenant Steele: "I already said, you need to come here now! Immediately. I'll explain to you once you get here. It's serious Dane."

I started the car up again, and Steeles words repeated in my head. The way she sounded. It got my heart racing. The acceleration was on the brink of hitting the speeding mark, but this situation was serious. I had to get there as soon as possible.
When I got there it was the sounds of multiple police cars ringing over and over again. It was horrific. My jaw almost hit the ground. The car was obliterated on a pole. The amount of glass shattered on the road. The bright yellow strips guarding the scene. Usually I was in charge of small cases. And this was a huge one. It was clear at first glance that this was a brutal accident, from speeding obviously. The person's body was hanging over the front of the car, and his face almost looked unrecognisable. No one could tell who it was. This was the worst car accident I had ever seen. It made me want to squirm around inside my clothes.
"Dane, you're here." Steele said.
"So?"
Lieutenant let out a large sigh, "okay this accident is horrible, I know. But when we investigated the inside of the car, we found something that made us all gasp; very loudly.
"Lieutenant I'm sorry, just get to the point please"
"If you say so." She said, handing a note, that was inside of a plastic bag, named "evidence". "You should read it, Dane."
I turned it around, it was a hard piece of cardboard paper, with a symbol that looked like a diamond, on the side of the card. The note read: "I suggest keeping those doors locked from now on, Mr Walton, or should I say, Marchetti. Remember to water that rose every day!" with an innocent smiley face on the end, and a very fancy signature that looks like it says "Russo" on it.

Marchetti? My name is not Dane Marchetti.

"Does the name ring a bell, Dane?" Lieutenant said.
"No. I have no idea what's going on."
"Do you at least know who the person in the car was?"
"No. Not at all. I don't know what's going on."

I got chills down my spine. Who was Russo, and why was he stalking me? I have to figure out firstly, how long he has been doing this for. It is concerning enough he knows about the rose, which means this man has planned it out all very strategically.

Another thing that concerned me is why he referred to me as "Mr Marchetti". This is gonna be a long day.