The Pilot And The Dreamer

Chapter 29

Noah drove us to the local police station and parks on the street, paying the meter. I look at the beautiful building, brick, and stone surrounding the doorway. Noah walks up beside me and holds my hand in his.

"Let's go this." I say and we walk inside the building. There is a typical buzzing of officers going about their business. We walk up to the counter and wait while the officer is finishing up what he is doing. I must've had a feeling because Noah tightens his grip on mine, almost like he was giving me strength.

"Hi, so sorry about the wait. What can I do for you?" The officer asks. He had salt-and-pepper hair, stood about 6ft, bright green eyes, and for some reason, I felt like I could trust him.

"No worries. I was wondering what I had to do to file paperwork against someone?" I ask and he dials a phone number, talks for a bit, before hanging up.

"Someone is coming down now that you can talk to. Feel free to wait here." He says before holding his hand out. "I'm Nolan." I shake his hand before Noah shakes his.

"I'm Hazel, and this is my boyfriend, Noah." I say before someone walks towards us. The man is dressed in a suit that seems to fit him, and if I had to guess age, I should assume mid-50s.

"Noah, Hazel, this is Detective Marshall and he will help you with everything." Nolan says before continuing. "We're here if you need anything."

"Thank you Nolan." I reply with a smile before Noah takes my hand and we follow the detective into his office. We sit down in the chairs and I hold my purse in my lap, suddenly feeling really silly, but Noah holds my hand in his and squeezes it.

"So what can I do for you guys today?" Detective Marshall asks.

"I would like to file charges against someone from my past." I say. The detective types in his computer the information.

"Hazel, there already seems to be an open case about it." He says and I look at him oddly, before turning to Noah.

"Please tell me you had nothing to do with this." I plead with him, but he just looks at me. I sling my purse onto my shoulder and stand up to walk out the door, but Noah grabs my arm.

"Just in case you decided you wanted to go through with it, I wanted something to be on file." He says, standing up. "I love you, Hazel, and after I saw what Logan is capable of, I don't want anything to happen to you." He lets my arm go, and stands there.

When was the last time that someone cared for you besides Peter and Natalie?

I walk back to my seat and Noah takes my hand in his.

"My apologies for my actions," I say to the detective, who nods.

"I understand. This is the hardest part of my job." He says, typing away on the computer as I relay everything that happened with Logan, even add Nathan to it. "That's it, dear." He prints up the information before sliding it in front of me. "Re-read through the information." He tells me and I nod, stating that everything is correct. "I'll update this in the computer and I will assign myself to the case." He stands up, and both Noah and I follow suit.

"Thank you Detective Marshall." I say, shaking hands with him and does the same to Noah.

"Please call me Miles." He replies, passing me a business card. "If you need anything, feel free to give me a call." I slip the card into my purse and Noah wraps an arm around my waist.

"Thank you Miles. I look forward to hearing from you." I say before Noah leads me out the door, waving to the desk sergeant before walking to the car. "Noah?" I ask and he gently pushes me against the door.

"What is it, Hazel?"

"Thank you. I really mean it even though I may act like a selfish b-." I reply before Noah lays his lips on mine and I melt against him. He pulls back with a smile on his face. 

"So, that's one way to get you to stop talking." Somehow, that brought out my flirty side.

"I actually didn't mind it and wouldn't mind if it happened again." I reply with a wink before opening the door and sliding in, Noah still shellshocked before rushing over to the driver side. We pull away from the station back towards the apartment, but I glance over to see his knuckles are white on the steering wheel.

I think my flirty side is a little on the strong side.

"Hang on, Hazel." He says before hanging a right and then another right. I check behind my shoulder to see a car following us a few paces behind. I wrap my hand around his arm before pulling out my phone to snap a picture of the car and driver. I dial Detective Marshalls' phone number.

"Detective Marshall speaking."

"Hi Detective. This is Hazel." I glance back to see the car right on our tail. "There is a car tailing us." I read off the license plate number and where we're at and he replies with instructions to the carpark at the station. We do and once we pull in, the car drives past and I see two people in the front seat of the car. Noah opens the door to the car and I get out, slipping my hands around his arm, holding on for dear life.

"Hey, sweetheart, it's going to be okay." He says, kissing the top of my head just as Miles shows up. 

"You guys, okay?" He asks, slightly out of breath. We nod, and I pass him my phone with the picture and we follow him back inside the precinct and into the office. "Can I get you guys any coffee or snacks?"

"A lemonade and a blueberry muffin." I reply.

"A coffee please." Noah replies and Miles walks out the office door. I look around the room to see a couch and I walk over to it, slipping my shoes off, and laying down on it. Noah gently lifts my head so he can sit down, letting my head fall back onto his lap. 

"I'm truly sorry, Noah." I whisper.

"It's alright, sweetheart. Remember, I'm not going to leave you." He replies, kissing me on the forehead when Miles comes back in with a tray. I sit up, fixing my hair real quick before moving back to the chairs, when Miles stops me.

"Let's keep it casual, and not gonna lie, those chairs are not very comfortable." He hands us our items before grabbing his desk chair and moves it so he's in front of us. I open up my lemonade and take a sip, feeling the sugary taste on my tastebuds. I continue to snack on my muffin while we all talk. 

"Is there any way we can lure him out?" Noah asks, holding me close to his side. Miles looks at me with some hope.

"Are you willing to do that, Hazel?" I didn't even have to think twice.

"You bet your ass I am."