The Amusement Park
(Okay so this is my very first fanfic. I love to write, so I thought I’d try my hand at writing a one-shot. I loved writing this, so if anyone has any prompts or ideas for another fanfic, or if you have any comments on this fanfic, please message me! Thanks and I hope you enjoy!) Word count: 1843
“So what did you find out?” Maggie asked. The team was gathered in the conference room after the day’s stitch to hear what Kirsten had discovered.
Their subject today was Violet Shay, a 24 year old who was addicted to roller coasters. She was found dead the previous night at, of course, a theme park.
Kirsten looked at her coworkers. “I heard a man’s voice, telling her it was what she deserved. That he couldn’t let her ruin anyone else’s life. I saw a flash of the theme park’s uniform, then everything went dark.”
Cameron glanced at his partner-in-crime. She looked…disturbed. Her usual stone-cold expression was replaced with one of worry.
“It felt as if…she knew him.” Kirsten continued. “He instantly seemed familiar, but his voice caused her extreme pain.”
“Do you think you could recognize the man’s voice if you heard it?” Camille inquired.
“Of course,” Kirsten replied, not missing a beat.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Camille asked as she and Linus shared a knowing look.
“To the theme park we go!”
“What…are…you…wearing!?” Camille asked, sounding extremely distressed.
“I’m sorry that I had no idea what to wear, since I’ve never done this before in my life!” Kirsten snapped back. She was dressed in long, loose-fitted jeans and a plain black shirt.
“Come on, I’ll help. And we’re going to add a little makeup too. You know, to impress Cam.” Camille smirked. Kirsten just gave her a death stare as she was dragged towards the bedrooms.
When they emerged, Kirsten was dressed in a pale pink, spaghetti strap romper, with intricate white flowers on it. Camille had found her a pair of beachy white sandals and a thin, gold bracelet to complete the look. Reluctantly, Kirsten’s hair was curled into flowy waves. She also was wearing light pink eyeshadow and had allowed some eyeliner, too.
“My work here is finished,” Camille proudly stated, “I mean, we both look pretty damn good.” Kirsten looked at Camille’s outfit: black lacey shorts, a loose green tank top, black sandals (with, of course, a very small heel), and a long silver necklace. Both of them did look pretty good, Kirsten thought.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Camille proclaimed, “oh! Just in time, too!” She went to answer the door, and Kirsten found herself feeling something she couldn’t quite identify. All she knew was that her hands started slightly shaking, she felt her palms getting sweaty, and that she did not like this feeling one bit.
“Hey boys,” Camille smoothly answered the door, gesturing for them to come in. Linus and Camille began their normal flirting, and Cameron walked over to where Kirsten was standing, near the couch.
As he got closer, he couldn’t help but admire how she looked. She looked stunning, and he felt his breath catch in his throat. Luckily, he still was able to talk.
“Hey Stretch,” he said, flashing that dazzling smile at her.
“Hey girlfriend,” she somehow replied smoothly, even though her heart was racing.
He rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Are you ever going to stop using that nickname?”
She laughed. “Probably not, so you better get used to it.”
I could get used to hearing that for the rest of my life, he thought. “By the way, you look stunning,” he managed to say, looking her up and down again.
Giving him a shy smile, she muttered a “thanks.”
“Hey lovers, time to go,” Camille said to them, earning death glares back.
As they walked out to Cameron’s car, he couldn’t stop himself from looking over at Kirsten.
“We’re finally here!” Linus shouted excitedly as he and Camille jumped out of the backseat of Cameron’s convertible.
“That was the longest drive ever,” Kirsten commented as Cameron opened the passenger’s side door and helped her out. Linus and Camille had opted to sit together in the back, letting Kirsten and Cameron be together in the front.
Camille scoffed. “You have no time perception.” Then, realization dawned on her. “Wait, did you time the entire car ride?” she questioned.
Kirsten smirked and help up her phone, showing a timer. “63 minutes and 39 seconds, to be exact.”
“Okay, well the longer we argue about how long it took us to get here, the later we get on rides,” Linus pointed out.
“We’re here to solve a case,” Kirsten told him.
He just smiled and said, “but why not have a little fun?” Grabbing Camille’s hand, the two bolted to the ticket booth.
Cameron turned toward Kirsten, “I guess it’s us two then.”
“Ugh, I always get stuck with you,” Kirsten deadpanned. Cameron looked at her, concern obvious on his face, until her saw her break into a smile and laugh. “C'mon,” she told him. “You need to show me around. I’ve never been to an amusement park before.” She grabbed his hand to lead him to buy tickets.
Cameron froze in shock. “Wait, wait, wait, so you’ve never been on any rides before?”
“Ed and I never really did this kind of stuff, I didn’t have good friends ever that I could go with, and by the time I was on my own, it wasn’t really a priority. So, no.”
At that moment, Cameron realized they were still holding hands. He liked the feeling of her hand in his; it was almost like they were made to fit together. He gave her hand an encouraging squeeze and said, “well, you’re in for a treat today,” and led her to the entrance.
Once inside, they found Camille and Linus sitting on a bench sharing an ice cream already.
“Hey guys,” Camille said, “so…Linus and I were thinking we would just do our own thing. Is that cool?”
Cameron and Kirsten gave each other a look, Cameron said, “sure, no problem,” and as soon as they had found them, Linus and Camille were gone.
Kirsten gave Cameron an inquiring look. “So are they dating or…?”
“I honestly have no idea,” and they both laughed.
“So,” Cameron continued, “I think we should start with a simple classic. How about…that roller coaster over there?” He pointed to a red roller coaster with a few twists and turns, but nothing too extreme.
“Sounds good to me,” Kirsten said, and they were off.
Cameron and Kirsten spent the rest of the day gradually riding more and more intense rides. At around 5:30, though, they stopped to eat. As they sat across from each other at a table, they reflected on their day.
“Oh my god, that ride with all of the loops and upside down parts…I thought I was gonna die but it was so fun!!” Kirsten was acting like a little kid on Christmas morning.
Cameron laughed. “Yes, it’s pretty great.” He glanced at her and felt his heart flutter at the sight of her being so happy. She was acting different, but a good different. She was just so full of joy.
Once they got rid of their trash and were walking away, Kirsten looked at Cameron very seriously. She looked deep into his eyes and never wanted to look away. Both of them wanted to stay like this, in this moment, forever.
Cameron gave her a small smile. “What is it, Ace?” he asked. Suddenly, she threw her arms around his neck, enveloping him in a tight hug. It didn’t take long for Cameron to react and hug her back, wrapping his arms around her back.
“Thank you, Cameron,” she said, her voice barely audible, almost a whisper. But he heard every word.
“For what?” he asked as they pulled away, keeping their arms still around each other.
She looked at him, seeming to be on the verge of tears. “For everything. Today and every day. Being my best friend, my partner in crime. For all of the nicknames you call me and teaching me how to feel real, true emotions. For…” Before she could finish, however, her tears started falling.
“For what?” he asked her, as he caressed her cheek, and she leaned into his warm touch. Watching her in this much agony shattered his heart.
“For loving me,” she quietly responded.
“What…how did you…?” he stuttered.
Kirsten looked at him now; he could see the distress in her eyes, and it caused him so much pain.
“Three months ago,” she began, “when I stitched into you. I was everywhere. And…I could feel how you felt about me. How seeing me brightened your day, how your protectiveness wasn’t only because of your job, how every time I hurt, you hurt. How all you wanted was for me to be happy.”
“Stretch…I…” he tried to explain himself, but she cut him off.
“And then you didn’t wake up right away. Usually it would feel like you had always been dead, but it didn’t. And I sat there, screaming, pleading, begging for you to wake up. It was torture. Pure anguish. I couldn’t lose you, I never wanted to lose you. Finally, you woke up. And I felt myself come back to life, because if you died, a huge part of me would’ve died with you. I couldn’t tell you what I knew, though. I wasn’t ready. I was just barely beginning to understood emotions, and suddenly I had that bomb dropped on me? But once that feeling of wanting to be around you all the time, wanting you to be happy, everything you felt for me…once that didn’t go away, I knew it wasn’t residual emotions. So, I’m ready now.”
“Ready for what?” he gave her a questioning look.
“Cameron Goodkin…” she gave him a weak smile through her tears.
But she didn’t have to say any more. Cameron pulled her in close and kissed her deeply and sweetly. She pulled him in closer, running her fingers through his hair. It seemed as if they could never be close enough. When they finally broke away, both of them were giddy, like lovestruck teenagers.
They stayed with their foreheads touching, and Cameron whispered, “I love you, too, Kirsten Clark.”
Suddenly, they heard a loud, familiar voice from behind them. “I told you so Linus! You owe me 50 bucks!”
As they turned to look, they saw Linus with his arm around Camille. Kirsten and Cameron just laughed. Cameron put his arm around Kirsten’s shoulder and kissed her on the forehead. They began to make their way over to the other couple.
Before they made it, Cameron whispered to Kirsten, “so is this technically our first date?”
She smirked and said, “of course.”
“Okay, well, we still have a murder to solve,” he told her.
“Well we haven’t ridden all of the rides yet, have we?” She beamed at him. “Hey Camille, Linus?” She said to them, “let’s finish solving this murder.”
As they walked towards the next ride, Cameron looked over at her, at the determination on her face, and knew, with absolute certainty, that there was no one else in the world he’d rather be with. Finally, he knew that she felt the same way.