Dylan grabbed his pocket watch out his front pocket of his vest
and looked at the time: 7:25. He sighed and put it back in the
small pocket and looked around the dark and lonely town. The
center of the town had a nice fountain that spurted water all the
time, keeping the central area crisp and refreshing. Everyone
would usually meet there if they were to have a date or meeting,
but nobody was there tonight. The sky was dark, too dark for this
time, which Dylan figured was a small storm coming.
"Hey," A familiar voice said and Dylan turned his head to the
left and saw Irene, or Elizabeth, standing near him. Her hair was
put up in a neat bun and her face had a faint smile. Her thin
black dress made her look more proper than usual, and she wore
excess jewelry. Well, she wore jewelry for once, so it was only
excess to Dylan's mind.
"I thought you wouldn't come," Dylan smiled and kissed her cheek.
"As usual, I had a small hold up," Irene smiled more and touched
"What was it this time?" he asked.
"Them," she said and Dylan turned to see Sophie and Carter
together, holding hands. Carter smiled as he saw Dylan and ran
"Hey Marshal," Carter waved, pulling Sophie with him.
"Sheriff," Dylan acknowledged.
"Miss Elizabeth, looking dashing as always," he smiled and gave
her a slight bow.
"Thank you Carter," Irene said.
"Would you like to join us for dinner?" Sophie asked.
"No, thank you for the offer Sophie," Dylan smiled, "I just
thought since it's my first day back from the dead, I would spend
most of the night with her."
"Ah okay," Carter said, "I guess we'll be off then."
"Bye Miss Lizzie," Sophie smiled and walked off with Carter.
Dylan slowly reached his hands towards Irene's and then softly
squeezed it, feeling the cold from her bare hand.
"I have something to give to you," he said and his hand slipped
from her grasp and his warm mittens escaped from her hand. He dug
through his thick winter jacket and was looking for something. A
smile appeared on his face as he obviously found what he was
looking for. He pulled out a heart shaped glass container with a
"Perfume," Irene quickly noticed and had a faint smile.
"Well," he chuckled, "I don't know if you'll like it but it's the
more feminine version of mine and I liked it, and I thought it
would smell amazing on you, not like you don't already smell
"Let me try," she commanded and sprayed a small sample on her
arm. Sniffing the small part of her arm, she smiled, "Not bad."
"Here," he gently grabbed her arm and smelled too, smiling while
he sniffed, "I think it is perfect for you."
"Where did you get it?" she got close to him and wrapped her arms
around his neck.
"I ordered it awhile back from France, where it originally came
from Persia. I just thought you would like it."
"That's really sweet of you," Irene smiled.
"You deserve all the love you can get from me," he smiled back
and kissed her cheek.
"Not really," she grimaced and moved her face away from his hot,
tender, and prickly mouth.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, looking worried as always when
she wasn't in the mood.
"I just haven't been completely honest with you, I mean I've been
telling the truth I just haven't told you everything."
"Oh," Dylan wondered, "Well do you think we could talk about this
somewhere more private then?"
"I don't really want to ruin the evening," Irene laughed
"The evening won't be ruined if you're still with me and vice
versa," he smiled.
"I know a place we can go," she smiled slightly.
"So you own this hotel room?" Dylan asked, looking at the
decorative, and expensive items in their room.
"I do. It was cheaper than paying for it every night a couple
years back, and I still use it now sometimes if I need to change
quickly, but it's not used for it's main purpose anymore."
"So," he took his boots off and sat in the the middle of the bed,
having a little fun bouncing on it, "what do you wish to talk
"Well," she took her beauiful flats of her feet and got on top of
the bed to face him, "I guess I could talk about this room. It...
has a lot of history in it."
"The Prostitution Room," Dylan muttered.
"How did you know about that?" Irene looked a little frightened
that he knew.
"I uh... I just figured?" he asked and layed down on the bed.
"From earlier," she said and layed down next to him, keeping all
eye-contact, "I don't deserve any love you give me because I
abused love in the past, and I don't know what love is anymore...
the true meaning of love."
"Can I tell you a secret?" Dylan whispered close to her ear.
"Mhm," she nodded.
"I got kicked out of military school in London," he said.
"Doing what exactly?" Irene asked.
"I couldn't keep my jeans up," he grimaced.
"You?! Gentleman, Marshal Dylan you!? The sweetest, most dazzling
and handsome man in the world, you couldn't keep your pants
"Yeah," he whispered and stared at the ceiling. Irene couldn't
really believe it, but the more she looked at his face, the more
she saw that it was true, and he looked insanely guilty. She
inched closer to him and wrapped her hand across his face and
pulled it so she could look into his dreamy brown eyes.
"No matter how many girls you sleep or slept with, I don't care,"
she whispered, "I just want to make sure that you know what
you're doing. Whatever makes you feel good, sometimes we need to
do that after a long time of pain."
"The feeling you get, lasts maybe a couple of hours, and it feels
really great and all, but it eventually dies and usually makes
you feel more worse than before you did it. Every minute with you
gives me a feeling, even if I'm just looking at you, but.. it's a
different feeling; a better feeling. I know it might sound wrong,
but you give me that feeling without me feeling guilty, that's
what true love is. I stopped as soon as I came here, promising
that I would never feel that pleasure until I was married or
something, but when I first heard about you on my first week
here, the way they said your name, there was a tingle about it.
Then the picture just made my heart melt, and hearing your voice
for the first time just completely froze time as my brain just
stopped functioning. Our first kiss, whether it was in a jail
cell or not, I just felt like I could never let you go.
"You give me a reason to wake up everyday Irene. I wake up
knowing that as soon as I reach the Marshal's office, I would
have the slightest chance of seeing you. Even if the chance of
seeing you or talking to you was slim, I just wanted to make sure
you were okay and just see you smile. Your smile and laugh is
more precious to me more than gold or any material thing," at
this she smiled and laughed slightly, "Nothing would make me more
happy than to see you happy. I guess losing my mother was a hard
loss, and pleasure was the only way to quickly cover it up, but
with you, I just seem to forget of all the bad problems and focus
on other things like how your hair looks or just what we were
going to do for the day. You take my mind of pain, in a good way.
Irene, I love you."
"I... don't really know what to say," Irene looked a little
shocked but still held his face with her hand.
"If this is all overwhelming for you, I'm sorry, or you don't
feel that way. It's just-"
"No, no," she smiled and stroked his rough face, "it's more of a
huge relief that you said that. I always thought you were that
type of guy who would just enter my life, and leave soon after,
but... I don't want that to happen. I want this to happen as slow
as possible, so I don't miss a thing and can just experience it
all. I love you too, so much."
"I... can't even think what life would be life without you," he
put his hand at the edge of her dress, and gently touched her
"I couldn't imagine right now without you," she got on top of him
and kissed him. His hand traveled up her dress more and she
unbuttoned his vest. They both smiled and their hearts laughed
together inside their ribcages.
"Take your coat off and stay awhile," she said. He smiled and
used his abs to pull himself up, easily taking his winter coat
off and throwing it on the floor. He immediately grabbed Irene's
face gently and kissed her lips gently. She threw his vest to the
floor next to his coat after unbuttoning it and all that was left
was his long sleeve red formal shirt. They kissed for several
minutes and didn't care. He kissed her more until he realized she
wanted to ask something.
"Dylan?" she asked.
"Yes my love?" he smiled and asked.
"If you could go back and change anything, what would you do?"
"I would have met you sooner, and helped you prevent your
father's death. I would've loved to know you before any of this
happened," he whispered. Irene's reality hit when she realized
she actually hadn't thought of her father for a while.
"I'm sorry," he said when he realized he hit a soft spot.
"It's, um it's okay," she tried to shake it off. Dylan gently
pulled her off him and put her to his side. Facing her, he pulled
her hair out of the bun and let the slightly curly black hair to
drape down towards her breasts.
"What was your dad like?" he asked, as he played with her hair.
"He was the best. Whenever he was not busy, he'd be playing chess
with me, teaching me how to ride a horse, take me hunting with
him and his friends, or just even pretend sword fight. He let my
imaginations run wild and let me do some of the dangerous stuff
because he knew I could handle it. I know it's wrong of me to say
this, but he finds me the favorite of my other sister. I guess,
as Rebecca hung around more with my mother and followed her like
a puppy dog, I admired my dad and just did whatever he did. He
would always lead me in adventures. He was my best friend since
nobody wanted to be my friend at school. They all thought I was
some snotty rich girl, although I don't deny that I had a bad
"I would've been friends with you if you weren't a grade ahead
you smart, brilliant girl," he smiled and wrapped his right arm
around her neck.
"Thanks," she smiled," Anyways, my dad let me in a meeting once.
I didn't know what anyone was talking about back then, but I
thought I was the coolest person ever because I got hang around
grown ups. Little did I know your father was going to be there...
and well I guess you could say that's when we first met. I was
"Is that when he hurt you?" he asked, stroking her cheek, hoping
to keep her calm.
"No, but it was probably where the idea started," she grimaced,
"I lied to you Dylan."
"When you asked if I was afraid of anything when we first met and
brought up your dad... I said he doesn't scare me, but before he
poisoned me he asked me to do something..."
"He offered you a clean slate..." he whispered.
"Ain't you smart?" Irene slightly grinned, "Anyways, I was
terrified when he asked that. He said, that he would also hurt
you if I didn't, little did I know he poisoned my tea but... I
almost said yes because I didn't want him to hurt you."
"Irene," he leaned close to her neck and whispered quietly, "No
matter what the circumstances are, whether he has me at gunpoint
or something else, and he offers that for my life. I will not let
you do that. I would rather die than to see you with him like
that. Our love will survive forever, but if you think doing that
with him will protect our love, it would only shatter. It would
break my heart."
"It's just so tempting..." Irene stuttered and a tear fell down
"Irene, you can get through this," he lifted her face and smiled,
"Nobody can touch you in a way that makes you feel like that. I
know that the feeling is really tempting, but you have to promise
you won't let anyone touch you like that, and I won't let anyone
do that either. Every man who does that goes down into my killing
list, and he won't make it off alive."
Irene slightly laughed and tried to change the conversation,
"How's the groin?"
"Sore," Dylan smiled.
"Sorry about that," she grinned.
"It's okay," he smiled, "You have been touching down there
Irene rolled her eyes, "It's accidental."
"Uh-huh sure," he grinned.
"It's true," she laughed and slapped his shoulder. Dylan didn't
care because he liked to see her laugh.
"Where did Barry touch you?" he asked, "I'm not curious, I just
want to know so my hands stay away from that general area."
"No need," she said.
"There's no need to avoid that really, I didn't give him my
permission, but you have always had mine."
"Oh," he said, "Well, I still want to take it slow...er."
"Good thinking," she smiled, "So do I."
"So... Lizzie, what do you want to do?" he asked.
"First off," she smiled and elbowed him hard in the groin,
"that's your apology for making me think you were dead."
"Women..." he muttured under his breath and grimaced in pain,
"Don't you understand how it feels?!"
"I'm Lizzie right now, I completely forgot our previous
conversation," Irene giggled, "And trust me, it hurts down there
for us too."
"Haha, very funny," Dylan smiled and wrapped his arms around her
again but more tightly and kissed her cheek, "So, what do you
want to do?"
"I just want to be with you," she whispered and started to
unbutton his shirt.
"Ahem," he coughed, "You need permission to do that."
"I break laws all the time," she smiled and took his shirt off.
"You just want to stare at my amazing body," he grinned.
"Wow, you have been reading my mind all day."
"What can I say? I can sorta' read you now," he smiled as his
hand went up her dress again.
"Can you now? Okay, what am I thinking?" she asked, grinning and
touching his bare, slightly hairy chest.
"That you love me," he smiled.
"Close," she smirked.
"Close?" he laughed, "What is close to that?"
"I was thinking that you love me."
"Hmm... that is close, and true," he smiled and kissed her.
"Are you okay?" she asked, rubbing his shoulders.
"What do you mean?" he asked, "I feel great."
"Your shoulders are really tight," she said and squeezed the deep
muscles next to his neck. He grimaced in pain and moved away.
"They're just sore," he said, gently rubbing them.
"Lay down," she commanded, "I promise I will not hurt you. I'll
"You better," he said and lay down on his stomach, exposing his
bare back. She got on top of him and gently used her fingers and
palm to softly dig into the sore and twisted muscles. He took a
deep breath and relaxed, letting her dig into her broad muscles.
"That feels good," he laughed.
"I told you it would," she laughed with him and then decided to
lay on his back. She stroked the hairs on his big arms as his big
"This feels even better," he said and rolled over to face her.
Her smile was so amazing that he immediately grinned and laughed.
"Is everything alright?" she laughed.
"Everything is perfect," he blushed and held her hands.
"You're blushing," Irene noticed.
"Oh, well I just wanted to point it out."
"You are so cute," he laughed more.
"Is cute a compliment?" she asked, moving her long hair behind
"Yes. Being cute is very... cute."
"Very discriptive," she smirked and stroked his chest.
"Okay, just because you are the smartest person for your age,
does not mean you can tease me about my learning and brain
"I'm not making fun of you," she got close and whispered, "I
would never tease you in any hurtful way."
"But you would tease me in a joking way," he laughed.
"As long as it wasn't hurtful," she smiled and tapped his chin,
"and I never really teased you on your smartness."
"Okay, okay, so maybe I exaggerated a little," he said, "I just
wanted to see what you would say." There was a slight pause of
silence as they stared and smiled at each other.
"Do you think this will actually work?" Irene looked deeply into
his eyes and whispered.
"What do you mean?" he lifted his body up and got close to her
"Us. Do you think it will work? If it could work?"
"I don't know," he shook his head but smiled, "but... I want it
to work, and I will never give up on you, on us."
"I want it to work too, but I am afraid it will be too hard and
everything will be on the line. It seems like a big risk because
I don't want to lose you."
"Not if we keep it a secret," he whispered and stroked her cheek.
"How long will that last though? We can't hide it forever with
this town getting bigger, and both of us being the most popular
talk and people in this entire section of Minnesota. Someone is
going to eventually find out I'm Lizzie, then see us kissing, or
"Then I could act that I had no idea you were her," he smiled.
"Oh yeah, like you couldn't recognize me," Irene rolled her eyes.
"Nobody will find out. I promise."
"Your dad knows though," Irene blurted out, but soon regretted it
as soon as she said it.
"He does?" he slowly asked.
"I-I overheard him with Barry talking, and he assumes you know.
Barry saw me kiss you... which is my fault."
"No Irene, trust me, I would have kissed you too. You're
irresistible," he smiled.
"Don't you understand Dylan? If your father knows, he could fire
you! You could lose your job and everything!"
"Irene, he can't do that. He ain't the Mayor."
"Have you personally ever met the Mayor?" Irene asked.
"No, he's always too sick to come to city hall and meetings,"
"So who speaks for him?"
"My... dad. Holy - you don't think that he's the Mayor!?"
"Wow! Congratulations detective!"
"That was a little hurtful," Dylan said.
"I'm sorry," she apologized.
"It's ok, it's just a lot to take in..." he sighed and shoved his
face in a pillow. Irene could tell that there was confusion but
also frustration coming from his grip on the pillow. She put her
hand on his shoulder and could feel the muscles tense up.
"Dylan, I really am sorry," she whispered.
"I know," his voice muffled through the feather pillows, "I can't
trust my father anymore. The only person I can trust is you."
Irene gluped in her throat slightly and sighed deeply.
"I wouldn't even trust myself Dylan."
"Irene, you've saved my life countless times and never
disappointed me in anything, whether facts or information, you
always told the truth. I can trust you," he gently laid the
pillow down behind him and looked at her. She looked back at him,
and had almost scared eyes.
"Everything will be alright darling, I promise," he whispered and
kissed her forehead, "We should probably get some sleep, it is
almost eleven-thirty," he said.
"Wow, time went by kind of fast," she said.
"I know," he smiled, "Too bad it doesn't go slower when we are
"Yeah," she whispered, "that would be better."
"Are you tired?" he asked.
"No," she yawned.
He laughed softly, "You are tired."
"No... my eyes are just feeling droopy and I accidentally
"Yeah, sure. Irene, get some rest," he said and kissed her.
"Don't leave me then."
"I won't leave you here," he smiled.
"Don't leave me ever," she whispered.
"I unfortunately have a job, but... I will never leave you like
"Without you, I'd be nothing."
"Go to sleep," he said as he cradled her in his arms and she fell
"Do you notice something wrong with Miss Elizabeth?" Carter asked
Sophie as he took a sip of his brandy.
"No," Sophie shook her head, "Do you notice something?"
"She just... I don't know. She's very defensive around Dylan," he
Sophie rolled her eyes, "Carter, for two days Lizzie thought he
was dead, I'm pretty sure they have a lot to talk about."
"True," he smiled, "I never thought of that. You are so smart. I
think you don't deserve to be a maid of a governess of Embasssy.
You deserve to be something else, but something is holding you
"Thank you for the compliment Carter," she laughed, "but nothing
is holding me back."
"Are you sure? Is Lizzie holding you back."
"Not at all," she said a little firmly.
"Okay," he smiled and looked at his glass, "I just think you
could achieve more."
"Thank you Carter."
"No I mean thank you for dinner," she thanked him.
"No problem then, it was rather enjoyable."
"Excuse me," Barry grabbed Sophie from her bar stool and pulled
her to him, "Miss you are under arrest."
"What?!" she shrieked.
"Barry!" Carter yelled and shoved him, "What are you doing?!"
"I'm arresting her obviously," he sneered.
"You have no authority! You aren't part of this police anymore!"
"Maroni ordered it, so I'm doing it since Dylan is having a
romantic night with his sweetheart."
"What are the charges?" Sophie asked quietly, trying not to get
attention even though the bar was silent now.
"You have been conspiring with Miss Dawes and helping her escape
"What?!" Carter shoved Barry harder, "Sophie has never conversed
with Irene nor met her. The only time they saw each other was
"When she attacked me," Sophie said and stared into Barry's eyes.
He stared back and saw that her eyes weren't trembling. Barry was
extremely good at telling if someone was lying, hiding something,
or scared. Sophie was neither of these things.
"She attacked you?" Barry asked.
"Yes, Carter, Dylan, and I were heading to a restaraunt when we
took a shortcut and she attacked me for money. If it wasn't for
Carter, I would've been dead. If I was conspiring with that freak
why would she attack me?!"
"You saved her? Where was Dylan?"
"I got a hit on Irene, and she realized the fight was not worth
it. Dylan was making reservations," Carter nodded.
"Sorry for the interruption then," Barry tipped his cowboy hat to
Sophie and realized his mistake, "Carter, may I speak too you
"It'll be my pleasure," he said and walked towards the door with
him. Carter turned around to give Sophie an okay sign and smiled.
She grimaced and sat down on her barstool, having a drink of
"I need you to do something," Barry said.
"How can I trust you?" Carter grunted, "You almost raped a girl
"A criminal," Barry snorted.
"It's still a crime," Carter crossed his arms.
"I know where Irene will be tonight," he said quickly and
Dylan couldn't sleep. After Irene told him the news of his father
knowing, he was thinking of all the possible scenarios that could
happen and how he could avoid them. His head hurt from thinking
too much and he couldn't force his body to sleep. Irene fell
asleep quickly but still wrapped her arms around him. He somtimes
gently touched and rubbed her cold hands or shoulders, but he was
mostly afraid of waking her up, knowing she was a light-sleeper.
His thoughts were interrupted however as there was a rapping on
He waited to see if it was his imagination or if it was real.
The person knocked again, louder.
"Irene," he whispered and gently shook her.
"I know," she said and opened her eyes quickly. Dylan could see
that she didn't even feel tired, or look tired for that matter.
She threw the covers to Dylan's side and got out of bed, still in
pajamas (Dylan didn't recall her changing into her nightgowns).
Walking over to the door, she grabbed a small pistol laying on a
table and reached the door.
The door pounded.
"Okay, shut up already, I heard you the first twenty times," she
"Open the door!" the stranger commanded.
"Yeah, why don't you go away peacefully and then I'll open the
door," she said more quieter.
"I got the place surrounded Irene," he said, "Just come quietly
and nobody get's hurt."
Suddenly, something started to faintly beep. Irene turned around
and looked at her closet. She motioned Dylan to go in the closet.
He jumped up immediately and went in there. After many seconds,
he came out with a piece of paper.
It's Carter, don't hurt him seriously. He is alone.
Irene groaned slightly and handed to paper back to Dylan.
"What do you want me to do?" Dylan whispered.
"Nothing, go hide," she commanded. Dylan in his heart wanted to
help, but obeyed what she said and hid in the darkness. Irene
reached for the door knob, hesitating whether to open it or not.
"I have a gun, sir, and I will use it on you if that be the
case," she said and pulled the door knob. Suddenly the door was
thrust back into her face and knocked her off her feet. Carter
ran in and grabbed Irene's nightgowns and thrashed her around,
shoving her into the wood floors repeatedly, bashing her head
onto the hard ground. Irene kicked him away, but her vision
blurred from the repeated head bashing and she slowly tried to
get up, but blacked out. Carter smiled and pulled out handcuffs
and a knife.
"I got you this time," he told her, even though he knew she
probably didn't hear it, he still wanted to brag about it.
"Not so fast," Dylan said in a deep voice and punched Carter in
the face. The room was completely dark, so complete visage was
nearly impossible, which gave Dylan an advantage. Carter tried to
fight back but Dylan anticipated every movement and
counter-attacked every throw. Eventually, a Carter swung the
knife high and it barely scraped Dylan's arm, leaving a sharp
pain. Dylan had enough of the fight, he punched Carter again in
the face, this time with maximum power. Carter flew and hit the
wall, knocking himself out.
Dylan sighed and shook his sore wrist, trying to shake the pain
away from the impact from Carter's face. He grabbed Carter by his
collar and started to drag him out of the room.
"Sir! We heard a ruckus and came straight away," a young bellhop
came running by, "Is everything alright?"
"Yes, I just need you to take this Sheriff to the hospital, he
was attacked," Dylan said and handed the young boy Carter's limp
"Right away sir!" he said and left dragging Carter's body. Dylan
turned around and headed back inside the room, locking the door.
He saw Irene's body on the floor motionless and ran straight to
it. Lifting her head up gently, he tried to wake her up.
"Irene, darling, are you okay?" he asked and gently shook her
while holding her head. She awoke startled and frightened,
looking around the room dazed, but tried to get up.
"Steady Irene," Dylan commanded, "not so fast. You blacked out."
"Yeah, I know," she whispered.
"Here," Dylan said and lifted her up and laid her on the sofa,
letting her head rest on the arm of it, "I'll get something for
"Dylan," she said and grabbed his arm, "I'm fine."
"No, you're not," Dylan sighed.
Irene felt a drop of liquid drip on her arm, "Are you bleeding?"
"Uh..." he said and looked at his arm as blood gushed out of the
"Oh my," she got up immediately, "You are. "
"Irene, it's just a scratch," Dylan groaned and sat on the couch
while Irene ran to her bathroom. She came back with a wet cloth
and small containers. Lighting a candle, she lit up the room with
a faint luminence and Dylan noticed that there were two small
containers: one was obviously salt, but the other one she didn't
know what it was.
"Salt?" he asked.
"I just want to make sure there was no poison on the knife," she
said and gently dabbed the wound, letting the blood seep into the
cloth. Pouring salt on the now red cloth, she observed the
"Good," she said, "it wasn't poison."
"What it if was?" he asked.
"I would try and suck all of it out of your blood," she said.
"That's... gross," he shivered.
"Hey, we do anything for the people we love," she smiled, "Like
hurting your best friend."
He grinned, "Or raiding a large group of Spaniards to save me. I
never thanked you for that actually."
"Sure you did," she sat next to him and started to grab some
wraps she could use as bandages, "just think of tonight as the
"A simple night in a hotel room is not enough," he said.
"That expensive perfume was good enough," she smiled and grabbed
the other bottle, "and love is enough anyways. Who said this was
a simple night in a hotel room anyways?"
"What is that?" he asked.
"Alcohol," she said and started unscrewing the cap.
"Ooh," Dylan smiled.
"Don't get your hopes up, this won't be so enjoyable," she
grimaced and pour some onto the cloth. She gently applied the
cloth and he yelped in pain, shoving her hand away.
"Stop! God damn it!" Dylan shrieked.
"Dylan, I know it hurts, but I need to put this on here so it
doesn't get infected," Irene whispered, a little annoyed.
"No, that burns too much," he breathed deeply.
"Dylan, sweetheart, look at me," she said. He rose his head and
looked at her, his heart trembling from the sting in his arm.
Irene sighed and then started to kiss his neck gently, then tried
to get him relaxed with her left hand while gently applying the
alcohol. He barely budged but wrapped his other arm around her
lower waist and pulled her in closer, kissing her.
"There all done," she whispered and kissed his cheek.
"I didn't even feel it," he smiled and kissed her cheek back.
"That was the point," she said and back away, her hands moving
away from his face and started to wrap his arm. She tied a knot
tightly and he flinched slightly, "Sorry."
"It's quite alright, sorry for being a twit with the alcohol and
all," he said.
"Don't worry about it, Birdy cried for about an hour," Irene
"That's because she's a girl," he laughed.
"Oh," she rose a brow.
"I didn't mean to offend you, I mean, well you are a woman, a
very beautiful, strong, powerful woman," he laughed nervously and
touched her hand.
"Again, very observant of you," she giggled.
"Oh, so we head back to that conversation," he smiled and pulled
her closer back as soon as she put all the medical supplies back
on the table. She put her knees on the couch as he leaned back
while she leaned towards him.
"How did you change into nightgowns?" he asked and rubbed her
back, "I was awake the entire time."
"Dylan..." she laughed, "You fell asleep after about five
"What? No, I was up," he said.
"When I got up, you were fast asleep almost falling off the bed.
I pulled you over towards me, and you instantly cuddled me," she
"Oh," he rubbed his head, "sorry."
"Don't be, it was rather cute," she smiled and kissed the side of
"So... you have a telegraph in your hotel room?" he asked.
"Yes," she moved her hair out of her face, "as you can see it is
"Yes, it is."
"Get some sleep, you're tired," she whispered.
"No, I have to make sure your head is ok," he smirked.
"My head is fine, get sleep," she commanded.
"Sleep with me then," he commanded back and kissed her.
"Deal," she whispered and kissed him back. He smiled and picked
her up, using his strong arms to carry her weight. Walking
towards the bed, he gently laid her down on it as he removed the
messy covers. She just lay there, staring at him deeply.
Laughing, he got under and pulled her close and he could feel her
"I love you," she whispered and slightly giggled.
"I know," he smiled and kissed her, "I will see you in the
"Hopefully," she grinned. He grinned back and closed his eyes.
Irene woke up to a familiar smell if she was in her own kitchen:
tea. She lifted her head up and her messy hair covered her face.
Removing her hair she saw Dylan pouring some tea, with a huge
smile on his face.
"Good morning gorgeous," he ran over and kissed her on the
"Morning," she smiled and got out of bed.
"How is your head?" he asked.
"A little sore and heavy, but other than that, it's functional,"
"Of course," he grinned and walked over to the tea pot, "Want
"Yes, please," she walked into her bathroom and shut the door.
Dylan knew the tea was ready and poured it into two teacups for
her and himself. He asked the bellhop if they had any tea if they
usually served Irene and they in fact did. So Dylan just thought
that it would be sweet of him to make one of her favorite tea.
She walked out of the bathroom still in her pajamas, "How is your
"Still kind of stinging but... it's not painful," he said.
"That's good," she walked behind the couch and wrapped her arms
around his neck and kissed his cheek.
"Here," he smiled and handed her a tea cup. She gladly took it
and had a quick sip, enjoying the warmth and comfort it gave,
which made Dylan happy knowing he made her somewhat comfortable.
"That is really good," she smiled, "Thank you."
"Anything for you," he smirked and had a sip of his tea as she
sat down next to him.
"You might want to change your outfit, just in case someone gets
second thoughts what we did last night."
"What would be bad if someone thought that?" he smirked.
"It's a little immoral," she said.
"But you and I are anything but moral, except maybe you and your
Christian morals, which maybe one day I wil learn from you," he
"I would say to come to church with me but... everyone there
knows I'm Irene, and you are... yeah, that would not go so well,"
"I understand," he said, "but back to the earlier conversation...
I did not bring extra attire. I did not know it would be needed."
"Here," she got up and grabbed some clothes from her closet, "You
seem to fit around my dad's size, try some of his stuff on."
"Alright," he grunted and got off the couch, "Don't look then."
"No promises," she said and turned her back, sipping the rest of
"Fits fine," he put the jeans over and grabbed a more formal
"Good," she said and turned around.
"I have five minutes until work," he groaned.
"Wait!" she said running to the closet, "Give me a moment to
change, I want to go with you."
"I don't know, I only got two minutes," he jokingly objected.
"I accept that challenge," he heard her laugh and enjoyed her
enthusiasm for wanting to come with him.
"Well hurry up then sweetheart!" he yelled in a joking manner.
"Done," she smiled and walked out in a nice outfit, just not
"Are you going to be warm in that? It's supposed to be cold
today," he asked.
"I'll be fine, the Marshal's office is not that far," she said.
"Okay, let's go," he smiled and grabbed her cold hand. They left
the room and walked out of the hotel to the cold chilly morning.
Dylan sighed, then took his winter coat off and put it on Irene,
because he obviously saw she was freezing.
"Told you," he grinned.
"Don't rub it in," she laughed and gently elbowed him.
"Ok, sorry," he smiled.
"Don't be, it was rather sweet of you," she smirked and put her
small arms in the huge jacket, but felt warmth and smelled the
residue of Dylan's perfume.
Dylan smelled her neck and smiled, "You are wearing it."
"Of course," she grabbed his hand and laughed. They walked
holding hands until they reached the office and it was exaclty
"Dammit I have to go," he sighed.
"I'll see you around surely," she said and took his jacket off to
give to him. He gladly accepted it and put it on himself.
"Lunch today? One o'clock sound good? And dinner at ten?" he
asked really fast.
"Hmm... I'll have to look into my shcedule," she smiled but then
quickly frowned when she saw a familiar face.
"Irene," Maroni acknowleged, "son."
"Dad," Dylan tried to smile.
"Sorry to bother your moment, but may I speak to my son, Miss
"The pleasure is all yours," she rolled her eyes and step a few
feet away, although she could hear perfectly fine from where she
"How long have you known?" Maroni grabbed his son's arm hard.
"When she saved me from people you sent to kidnap me," he said
and shoved his father's hand off him.
"I didn't send anyone, you know I was out of town, it would be
impossible," his father said, "So, are you going to break up with
"Does it look like I will?" Dylan asked harshly.
"Well, if you were the smart son I think you are you would. She's
trouble, obviously, and she's a criminal. A highly wanted
criminal. Now, I can tell from the way she looks at you, that she
is using you, I don't want to see my son get involved in a poor
relationship only to see him die, get used, or heartbroken."
"I won't. I love her too much, and she is not using me."
"Says who? Her? You can't trust a woman like that, if I were you,
I would especially stay away from her hotel room. She's using you
for sex, I can see it," Maroni spit at the dirt.
"You don't want me to sleep with her because you want her all to
yourself," Dylan was actually shocked that he said that, but he
was even more shocked that his own father slapped him. Irene
broke them up, as Dylan was ready for a fist fight against his
"Stop it, you're family, no matter what the circumstances are,"
she said and gave Dylan a look.
"She's right, for once," Maroni said. Irene turned and gave him a
dirty look, while he smirked.
"Well, I better get going," she smiled and turned to Dylan,
dropping something in his pocket, "in case you get bored." Dylan
grabbed the key out of his pocket and saw it was an extra hotel
room key. He smirked and then she kissed him, better than usual
to make Maroni mad, which it did because Dylan kissed her back,
"I'll see you around," she said and walked off. Dylan just
whistled slightly and grinned.
"Break up with her," he commanded.
"Or what? Fire me?" he fought back.
"No, I won't fire you, you're too good at your job for me to do
that," he said, "I was going to use a more harmful way, if you
know what I mean."
"If you hurt her, I will kill you," Dylan grabbed his father's
"You would really choose an infamous criminal, who sleeps her way
through to stay alive, over the man who raised you when your
mother died?" Maroni asked, "How pitiful."
"You didn't raise me, you sent me to a private school far away to
get rid of me."
"And see what you have become: a nice, strong, compassionate man
who has a brave heart," Maroni smiled.
"The complete opposite of you," Dylan sneered and left his father
speechless and in the cold.
"Hello darling," Irene heard as she started packing up her horse.
She turned to see Maroni leaning against the corner of a wall.
"Goodbye," she said and got ontop of her horse.
"Not so fast," Maroni ran and grabbed the reigns, "we should chat
for a moment."
"There's nothing to discuss."
"Other than the fact of my son dating you," he sneered and
grabbed her leg.
"That is none of your business, and really it's your son's choice
not yours," Irene sneered back.
"I want my son to see the true nature of you, the disgusting and
dangerous side of yourself."
"Maybe your son likes that kind of stuff," Irene smiled.
"He hasn't seen that side of you yet," he said, "and I do not
want to see my son heartbroken by a bitch who thinks she can use
every man in the state of Minnesota for her own damn benefit."
"I am not using your son," she said.
"So you truly do love him? How wonderful," he smirked.
Irene jumped off her horse, "If you kill him, I swear I will come
"Like you already aren't," he smiled, "but no, I will not kill my
only son, no matter how much he can cause distress to my heart."
"You are just jealous that my heart belongs to your son than to
you," Irene growled.
"It won't for much long," he smiled, "you see... I have convinced
him that there is no way for you two to be together without one
of you dying, so sadly I have convinced him to break up with
"He won't," Irene smiled, "He will never give up on me, he loves
me too much."
"I can agree on that too, my son loves you way too much, enough
to get hurt."
"Just accept the fact that you will never get me into a bed, and
then into prison. I ain't going to let you, and Dylan won't let
you do that to me either."
"Not if he is extremely hurt," Maroni smiled.
"You said you wouldn't-"
"I said I woudn't kill him," Maroni smirked. His face was
serious, and there was no hidden poker face at all. He was not
"Good luck with that," Irene grabbed her horses reigns and
started walking away.
"Just remember how he loves you too much, and how heartbroken it
would be to have you just disappear," Irene could hear his evil
and menacing laugh.
"Again, good luck with that," she grinned but was stopped by
Barry. Irene reached for a pistol in her saddle but was instantly
punched, knocking her away from her horse.
"Not this time Irene," he smiled.