The face to face interaction with her very stressed out father happened only moments after Robin Hood left her doorstep. So you can imagine, the blonde opened the door expecting to see the vigilante once again but finding her [url=http://www.dominiquediprima.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/chief-3.jpg]father[/url], Frank Anderson with tears in his eyes as he threw his arms around his daughter. He was never one to get emotional but since he lost her mother, he was very protective of his little girl. 

The two had a long conversation as a ‘questioning’. Marian ended up convincing her father to leave so she could get some sleep but he wanted to interrogate her about her kidnapping. “For the final time dad,” She said nearly shouting at him which caused him to jump slightly at her door. “He _walked_ me home. What more information do you want? We didn’t talk, we didn’t ramble and the only thing that he said to me was that he feels like I’m a good person. So he had no intention of robbing me. In fact dad; if you must know, I felt more safe with the man you’re attempting to track down then I did with the man you’d like to see me with.” With that she gave him a firm nod. “Before you start worrying about who I’m hanging out with, you should consider worrying about whom you want me to hang out with. Good night dad.” With that she left a dumb struck father standing on her front porch.

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“Now to Melissa live on the scene.”

“Thanks Mark, we are outside of Marian Anderson’s home with others waiting to get a statement from her. But it looks like…” The redheaded reporter turned around to see a cop car pull up and two armed officers climbed out. “Apparently she’s getting an escort to and from work.” The redhead turned her attention back to the camera as the cops pushed their way through the crowd and stood at the door. “No one should be surprised by this, she is the daughter of the police chief and is one of the few people whose actually spoken with the infamous Robin Hood so that states that Marian could be the key to figuring out who Robin Hood is… Does she know something and she’s not talking? Could she really keep that from her own father…”

The door to her front house opened and the press pushed their way up onto her porch and attempted to shove cameras and microphones into her face. One officer was to her left and the other was to her right pushing the press gently out of their way and take Marian to the police car. Questions were shouted at the blonde in the blue blouse with a black skirt. An oversized steel colored jacket over her shoulders to keep her warm on the chilly day. She didn’t say anything as they screamed questions after questions at her. “Did he hurt you?”  “What did he say to you?” “Why were you targeted?” “Did he take anything from you?” “Was he doing it to spit your dad… the Taylors?” “Were you held hostage somewhere?” “Did they tie you up?” “How many were there?” “Do you remember where they took you? Any sounds or smells you remember?” The questions were like a fluid gate opening and she couldn’t answer the questions even if she wanted to; there were too many people talking at once.

Marian did get a chance to watch the news and caught word about the man dropping off the bag and the note that was left; as you can imagine, she had a smile curling her full lips in a closed mouth smile. He took her advice, her suggestion and did it! If that’s not proof that Robin Hood isn’t completely heartless then what else could be considered proof?! She slid herself into the back seat of the car that the police came in and one came in beside her while the other took the driver’s seat. “We need to stop at the donut shop.” The young cops gave her a confused and slightly offended look. “Not for you guys. I go every morning to give a homeless man a donut. Since you guys won’t let me sit outside and talk with him I’d like to still give him the donut.” It took a lot of convincing but the men finally allowed the stop to happen.

The thing she wasn’t counting on was the press to bombard the courthouse and attempt to get more information out of her. The blonde climbed out of the car and was nearly pinned against the door before the cops could get to her to keep the press back. Microphones and cameras shoved into her face before the cops could get them back. Her blue gaze attempted to scan through the press to find her homeless friend but the police officers pushed her to the door instead of giving her a chance to look. When she reached the door and up the stairs, she finally got a look over the heads to see a familiar hat and coat; she attempted to wave to the figure before the cops insisted she went inside.

“There’s an old man outside with a jacket and a cane. Will you please make sure he gets his donut?” The cops gave her an understanding smile, knowing full well that it was Marian’s personality and they were willing to do that for her. They made sure to give the old man his donut in the bag saying it was from Marian before she sat down in her little office, draping the coat over her chair and sitting down. She turned on her computer and began to log into her email as she settled herself back in her spinning chair, her finger tips dancing together in thought. He really listened to her. That was shocking but she couldn’t help but smile as she waited for her email inbox to load.