Undercover

Scott listens to Katie, still chewing and swallowing his pizza. His eyes show a hope...an anticipation...that slowly fades as her answer comes. He lowers his gaze and leans back in his seat, letting his half-eaten slice of pizza wait on his plate.

After the silence has gotten tense enough, Scott looks up to Katie again, giving her half a smile. "It was a long shot." It's obvious that he's doing his ultimate best not to let any disappointment show. "I guess I probably thought that's what you'd say, but it was worth the try."

His smile recedes for a moment before being forced to return as he picks up his pizza again. "Who am I to ever go up against what God has told you? If there's ever been a good reason for doing or not doing something, it's that."

Even though the words are convincing him that the right choice has been made, it's obvious that it's just a little hard for him to finish his food. "I'm...glad you're not giving up on us though." He nods and takes a sip of his soda. "And it won't be all that bad..." The assurance in his voice is lacking, despite his strong efforts. "We can call each other and email, and if you're here, I might try to commute on the weekends if I can afford it. Then we can be together for a day or two every week." He nods with decision and finishes the slice of pizza.

"Alright, well...I guess as soon as you're done here we can skidaddle on back to work before Reese has our hides for taking a long lunch break when there's so much to do."


Bret sits across from Charlotte in the little Greek restaurant as they wait for their food. He gives a sigh, finding it just a tad bit hard to relax after the day they'd already had. "I...guess I want to apologize again..." He breaks the silence. "Just when that guy started accusing me like that...I got to thinking about Brandon...and his family...and I don't know..." His eyes remain glued to the table. "Guess I just lost it."

He forces a short laugh. "Maria always said that was my downfall. Maybe she was right."

Lifting his glass of water, he takes a sip, his mind still wandering. Looking up a Charlotte, he cocks his head. "So...I guess this might be the last adventure fate has with us. When do you and your sister pull out of here?"


After Jason is finished with Nate, he goes back to work for a while, then heads out for a late lunch, taking longer than normal. When he returns, it's obvious as to why. He wasn't planning on going home before heading to the bar tonight. He was just going to work late, then leave straight from here.

A chain hangs down from his jeans beltloop to connect to his back pocket wallet. The jeans he had were worn, a hole starting in the left knee. Motorcycle gloves covered half his hands to leave his fingers free, his black boots helping him with the desired look. His white tee was tucked in under an open camouflage jacket with the sleeves rolled up. To top it off, a black bandanna was folded and wrapped across his forehead as a headband, his hair spiking just above it. He hadn't shaved since yesterday, and his five o'clock shadow finished off the rough appearance.

"Wooee." Laura calls out to him with a whistle as he passes. "Where are you headed?!"

Jason turns around and throws her a wry grin. "To fight with your boyfriend." Leaving her hanging, he aims for the infirmary. Heading down the hall, he stops at the open door and looks in to Misty's desk. "Hey, Misty...Short notice, but how would you like to get out of the office for a while tonight?"