tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

February 8ᵗʰ ─ 1:00 ᵖᵐ

⊱ Shay's POV

"Is there anything you remember about the person?" The detective, she said to call her Rodgers, asked me. But my eyes weren't on her, I was staring at him. The man I love.

Michael was a few feet away, deep in conversation with Katherine, both of their identical brows were furrowed.

"Shay Marshall?"

The sound of my name snapped me back to reality, and I turned to face the detective Rodgers again. "Yes, I think it was a female." I said.

Rodgers looked skeptical as she flipped over a new page in her notepad. I don't see how she could be finished a full page when I hadn't even spoken with her yet. "And what brings you to that conclusion?"

She must have examined the entire house, things that had been moved by the theif.

"Well, because of her--the theif's attire. The jacket was oversized. And, this not concluding to the female though, the theif was limping."

"Which means she could have used a window." Rodgers nodded her head at me, giving me a thanks before strolling over to Michael and Katherine, I saw that Janet had already joined them, she was in her pajamas. And she looked a bit shaken up.

"Are there any windows in the house that aren't locked, and guarded?" I heard her ask the trio, who all looked like they had eaten a can of worms for breakfast.

"Well no," Michael began. "I mean, there's--wait, Janet's bathroom, it's the only one that's not locked, the one I tell her should be." He flashed her a piercing gaze, and she returned it.

"So, the portrait was the only thing stolen?" Rodgers asked.

"Yes." Michael said, clenching his jaw.

I know how much the portrait meant to him, it was a symbol of Rowan Jackson, his older brother who died in a fatal forest accident when he was only 12. He'd kept that above his mantle piece since it had been painted.

I'd only been engaged to the man for 10 months, and I knew pratically everything about him. He had his tells, like when he rose his eyebrows. He was either lying, or confused. Or when he laughed, he was either embarrassed or actually thought that whatever was being said was hilarious enough to laugh about.

"Trust me, Mr. Jackson, We're going to catch this guy."

"Or girl." I interrupt, joining the four, and brushing red curls from my eyes. "She was a little bit lanky for a man."

Rodgers looked at me weirdly, before leaving. The cops, and everyone else disappearing from the Ranch, also.

"Michael," my voice is softer than I expected. "I've been meaning to have a word. That's why I was here."

He turned his eyes on me, those glassy chocolate eyes that shined wherever he looked. I always admired the paleness of his skin, it's what made him different from everyone else.

And then he smiled. His sharp, row of white teeth nearly blinding me with it's brilliance. The smile was still there when the teeth were gone, but at least I could see those purplish red lips I'd just love to-

"Shay, it's a good thing that you were here. But I want to take a shower and start my day off. Maybe we can talk tonight, the Jackson's are having our celebration, you could join us."

I nodded in appreciation, I never expected him to invite me to the Jackson Celebration. I'd never even gone when we were engaged, he always said it was a private family thing. I wonder what's changed.

"I'll be there." I assure, blushing as he nods and strolls out of the room. And yet again, I feel that strong pull. I'm a woman in love.