Chapter One

First Date

I just stared at the tickets Daniel had in his hands.

I smiled. "I'd love to, what time?" I asked.

"Noon." He whispered.

I smiled. "Thanks." I whispered. He smiled.

"Yeah, well, I've got to go to go and try to figure this case out." Daniel replied. "See you tomorrow."

He then left the room, slowly. Closing the door behind me.

I stood there, shocked. Dr. Daniel Peirce just asked me to go to a baseball game. I smiled, a little. I then, walked out of his office, and headed out to the parking lot. I had a lot of work still to do, and if I wanted to ask for a half day tomorrow, I'd have to speed up.

"Hey," a voice called, from behind me. I froze.

That voice sounded awfully familiar. The man from the coffee house was standing right there in front of me. "Remember that drink that you owe me?" He asked.

"Sorry, I had a busy schedule." I explained.

The man smiled. "Listen, I'm leaving town tonight, and I'd love it if you would come to dinner with me, then." He said with a smile.

"I'm sorry, I have things I need to do." I replied. He frowned. "Oh." He said, his voice very empty.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. He then turned and headed away from me. I frowned. I then, continued outside.

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I walked into my father's bar, surprised at how crowded it was on a Thursday night.

"Katie!" my Dad called, he was pouring beer into a mug in front of a man.

He had blonde hair and took a deep drink of it.

"Dad," I said, taking a seat on a bar stool. "So, how's Chicago's crime?" He asked. "Staying very low, I hope."

I smiled, and nodded. "Yes, staying low." I said.

"So, you're a police officer?" the man asked, beside me.

"Oh my God, are you following me?" I asked.

The man smiled. "I think it's the opposite way around." He said, taking another drink of the beer in front of him. I frowned. "You know this guy?" Dad asked.

"Yes, we bumped into each other a few times." I murmured.

"You said, you were busy tonight." He replied.

"I was…am, I just could spare five minutes to talk to my father." I said.

He just shook his head. "That's just a dumb excuse, if you don't want to go out on a date with me, then you just had to say so!" He cried. "Excuse me?" I asked.

"I have no obligation to you, I don't even know who you are, so back off." I said, in a clear voice.

He gulped. "I'm Dr. Michael Hathaway, I'm here on business. I'm looking at a job at Chicago Lake Michigan University." He said, looking directly at me.

I smiled. "I have a friend that works there." I whispered.

"What's his name?" He asked. "Maybe I know him….or her."

I smiled. "Dr. Daniel Pierce." I answered.

He frowned. "You know him?" I asked. He took another drink of the beer, and motioned for my father to fill another. "Yep, didn't make that great of an impression, though." He said, right when my father poured him the drink, he gulped it down again.

"What do you mean, Daniel's usually a nice guy." I whispered.

He smiled. "Well, I don't know what I did, but he didn't react to me well." He whispered. I sighed. I wanted to talk to my father about Daniel. But, since Dr. Michael Hathaway had to make an appearance, I had to deal with him first.

"Well, all I'm saying, is give him a chance." I whispered. He only gave a small nod. "I gotta head, my flight leaves at ten." He whispered. "You're taking a cab, I hope." I said.

He frowned. "Of course, I am." He whispered.

Once, he was gone. I turned to my father. "So, what brings an FBI agent all the way here, on duty?" He asked.

"Yeah, well, I'm on break, and I wanted to speak to you." I said, with a smile.

"Yeah, what about?" He asked.

I sighed.

"Daniel, invited me to a baseball game tomorrow." I said.

Dad stood there with a straight face for approximately ten seconds, before he broke out laughing.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Nothing….nothing at all!" He cried.

"Okay, I have to go now, nice talking to you." I said, rising from my chair.

"No, no, , don't go yet." He said. "So, Dr. Pierce invited you to go to the baseball game tomorrow."

"Yeah." I said.

"I'm just surprised you're going."

"What do you mean? I love baseball." I said.

He smiled. "I know, you're a workaholic though, you've never took a day off since your mother's funeral." He said.

I sighed. "I can take off tomorrow, if I want to." I said, but then my cell rang. "Hello?" I called.

"Kate, we have a situation downtown, near the mayor's office." Roger said.

"Alright, I'll be there in ten minutes." I said.

I hung up, and caught my father pouring a customer another beer. "I gotta go, there's a situation at the mayor's office." I said.

"Alright, be safe." He said.

"Always am." I said, with a smile, heading out the bar.