Time to wake

Mick smiles as he watches his brother go to his wife and new baby, proud of the family.

As Becky retreats to the front office after Angel, she offers Mick a smile and pats him on the arm. "Thanks for being here for Wes."

"Everyone okay?"

Becky nods. "Yep. Cindy was a real trooper."

"Good."

"I guess your job is done now," Becky laughs. "You're free to go."

Mick chuckles. "Actually...I was thinking about going and telling my wife how much I love her."


Cindy can't help her smile as Wes comes into the room, and finally feeling him near to her, her fears are dissolved. She reaches over to take Wes' other hand and just holds it tight. She knows she must look a mess, her hair matted with sweat, her face paled from exhaustion. But she didn't care.

She turns her head to look at the baby one more time, then back to Wes, her eyes tired but sparkling. "She has your eyes," she whispers. "Your beautiful eyes." Reaching up, she cradles Wes' face. "I love you."


Kyle smirks at Misty and slides out of the truck, shutting his own door. "Very funny." Taking the lead to the restaurant door, he opens it for her and then goes inside too, scanning the room for a table.

It's not much later that Kyle and Misty are eating, Kyle determined to talk about Sunday night's concert and what should happen. He still wanted Katie and the others there for security, but wanted things to go as normal as possible so no one would suspect a thing. The security needed to blend, so the Agency goons would feel comfortable enough to try something. And though risky...everyone needed to be there, even Jen.

"...We leave her behind the sound booth, and we'll be up on stage..." Kyle stops, trying to stifle a cough. "...keeping our own eyes out." Coughing again, he shakes his head, irritated, and takes a sip of his water. "If anything happens, we'll have enough eyes there to take them down. And if not, then it will simply be a successful concert."

As the scratchiness from talking is too much, Kyle's taken into another fit of coughing before finally bringing it under control. Leaning his head back in the booth, he closes his eyes for a moment, catching his breath. taking another swig of water, he pushes his plate aside. Some wouldn't notice, but those who knew Kyle, knew that him leaving half his food on his plate was rare.

"...and then you can sing with us. Tomorrow I can show you the music and give you a rundown on how we do things."


Rick glances up at the clock and sighs. It was after noon already, and there had been no sign of Jess yet. He knew she wanted to sleep, but he had to check on her.

Leaving his clipboard in the infirmary, he goes slowly down to the guest room. Knocking lightly, he enters with caution, then sees that Jess is still in bed. He moves quietly to the chair next to the bed, easing down into it.

Reaching over, he tries not to scare her, just lightly shaking her shoulder. "Jess...wake up, hon."