His Immortal | Marcus Pike

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Marcus's heart ached as I spoke, hearing the pain and vulnerability in my voice. He could see now that my jealousy was coming from a place of hurt and insecurity, and he felt a pang of guilt for not seeing it sooner. "I'm sorry," he said softly, his hand cupping my cheek gently. "I should have known that there was more to your feelings than just simple jealousy. I should have been more understanding and supportive."

"But what you said, I will stay away. Do the case," I walked off out of his embrace.

Marcus stood there for a moment, watching me walk away with a heavy heart. He knew he had messed up, that he had said the wrong things at the wrong time. He wanted to call out to me, to try to explain and make things right, but he knew it was no use. He let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair, feeling more torn than ever. He had feelings for me, there was no denying that.

It was finally night, Marcus sat at his desk, poring over the case files and reports in front of him. The events of the day replayed in his mind over and over, and he couldn't shake the feeling of guilt and regret that weighed down on him. He looked up as there was a knock on his office door, and he called out for the person to enter.

The door opened and his boss, Agent James Thompson, stepped into the office. Thompson was a stern and no-nonsense type of man, and Marcus could tell from the expression on his face that this was not a social visit.

"Pike, we need to talk," Thompson said, closing the door behind him. He took a seat across from Marcus and looked at him with a serious expression.

"Sure, what's up?" Marcus replied, trying to keep his tone neutral. He had a feeling he knew what this was about, and he steeled himself for the conversation to come.

Thompson leaned back in his chair and sighed heavily, his expression solemn. "I've been looking over the progress on the Mae Cooper case," he began. "And I have to say, I'm not too happy with how things are going."

"Yeah, I know," Marcus said, rubbing a hand over his face. "We're running into roadblocks at every turn. We haven't been able to find any useful leads or evidence."

Thompson nodded, his expression stern. "That's not what I'm talking about," he said, his voice firm. "I'm talking about you, Pike. Your focus seems to be a bit... compromised on this case."

Marcus felt a pang of defensiveness, but he tried to keep his cool. "What do you mean, sir?" he asked, his tone cautious.

Thompson leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Marcus. "I've been getting reports from some of the other agents on the case," he said. "They've noticed that you've been acting a bit... emotionally involved. They're wondering if you're letting your personal feelings get in the way of the investigation."

Marcus felt a pang of guilt and frustration, knowing that Thompson was right. He had been letting his feelings for you cloud his judgment and affect his work. "I understand their concerns," he said, feeling defensive. "But I can assure you, my professional judgement is not compromised."

"I hope that's true," Thompson said, his expression still serious. "Because this case is important, and we can't afford any missteps or mistakes. You need to keep your personal life out of it and focus solely on the case. Do you understand?"

Marcus nodded, feeling a mixture of frustration and guilt. "Yes, sir," he said, his tone firm. "I understand. I won't let my personal feelings affect the investigation any further."

Thompson studied him for a moment as if trying to assess his sincerity. "Good," he said finally. "Because I know you're a talented agent, and I don't want to see you throw away your career over something like this. Keep your head in the game, Pike. That's an order."

"Yes, sir," Marcus repeated, nodding firmly. He felt a sense of determination settle over him, knowing that he needed to put his personal feelings aside and focus solely on solving the case.

Thompson stood up, signalling the end of the conversation. "Good. You have a lot of potential, and I don't want to see you waste it. Keep me updated on the progress of the case, and let me know if you need any additional resources."

"I will," Marcus said, standing up as well. He watched as Thompson left the office, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside him. He knew he needed to keep his focus on the case, but it was easier said than done.

With a sigh, he sat back down at his desk and tried to push his personal feelings aside. He needed to focus, on finding some sort of breakthrough in the case. He picked up the files and began studying them again, his mind racing with thoughts and possibilities.

He spent hours pouring over the case, trying to find something, anything that could lead him in the right direction. But the more he read, the more frustrated and confused he became. It was like trying to solve a Rubik's cube in the dark, with no idea where to even begin.

Marcus looked up from his files, startled by the sound. "Come in," he called out, quickly trying to tidy up his desk.

A young girl walked in "I am Daisy Cooper, Mae's little sister. I think I can help you with the case," she said.

Marcus sat up straighter in his chair, surprised to see Daisy. "Really? What do you know?" he asked, his interest piqued.

The girl sat down "My sister had a thing for Elaine. She had a crush on Elaine, here is proof," Daisy handed him the diaries. Marcus took the diaries and began to flip through them, seeing page after page of Mae's writing about me. He felt a mixture of surprise and disbelief, wondering how he had completely missed this aspect of the case.

"But that's just a little thing, Mae had the tendency to out play someone. She was planning on being popular by killing Elaine which I think you already know," Daisy said.