Computer Company

*After Carson heads back up the steps Nate turns to Reese and gives a nod not saying anymore words on that matter. What was said what said, and done was done.

Nate moves back into the room where Aeriths grandmother was. Grabing a blanket he throws it over top of her.*

"It apears Aerith's grandmother passed on a few days ago at least. From the looks of it, it was naturil cause, but if Frankie was here how he dident know or smell he is beyond me."

*Nate looks to Wyatt for a moment for conframation in what he said next.*

"My guess would be Aerith hasent been by here since she new Frankie was maybe staying here. She probley dident want to run into him and have any problems. Not to mention from what you told me Wyatt she wasent very nice to Aerith anyways."

*Nate looks away and shakes his head moving out into the hallway.*

"I called for someone to come and remove her body. Someone is still going to need to call the family, and I though maybe Wyatt since Aerith is your girl you could break the news to her."

*Nate lets out a sigh and looks around the hallway.*

"All we were doing now was trying to find so....."

*Nate stops in mid-sentince as Carson bounds back down the stairs and holds out the paper to him. Stairing at it for a long moment he finally points to the faint symbol at the top of the paper.*

"I think thats the symbol from the computer parts company we get out parts from. They are stationed in New York though. If we can get to a computer we can do a search to see if there was any of there plants here now that arnt anymore. Unless do you think Scott would know? Here on the address I can make out a 896 but thats about it."

*Nate continues to look at the paper mumbaling to himself trying to figure out what the rest of it says.*

*Katie sits leaning aganst Scott as the movie credits start to roll and Domino lifts her head from Katie's lap. Giving a pat to the small dogs head Katie leans her own back And lays across Scott's lap to look up at him.*

"Well that was an intresting movie. I do have to say I never saw it before. What made the movie even better though was having you sit behind me."

*Kaite leans up and press her lips to Scott's letting it linger for a long while. Yesterday she had though she was going to lose Scott, and now today he was with her again, and soon it would be forever.*

*Misty looks up at Morgan she was growing weaker now and trying to just keep herself coharent to what was going on around her.*

"You wish!"

*As Misty is hoisted to her feet and put back in the courner feeling Morgan run a hand on her arm she cringes. She wanted to jerk her arms away but she new if she did, she would only hurt herself more.*

"People change. Carson isent the same man you once new."

*Frankie comes over to Morgan and Misty shaking his head.*

"Still talking about all this change stuff huh? I think you've done enough talking."

*Bending out He ties a white peace of meterial around her mouth so she could talk anymore than he gives her a small shove aganst the wall. Bending down in front of her.*

"Sorry Sis, no one is coming for you and tomarrow morning we will be long gone. Morgan if you going to ryle up Carson I would sugest doing it soon."

*Frankie stands and goes back to the table pulling out some papers and looking them over.*

*As Misty sits aganst the wall she catches Morgan's eys for a moment, the pain evadent in her own. Though she dident want to die the tought dident scaire her but the though of dieing in so much pain did. Was this really her end? Her mind and the pain taunted her telling her it was but Misty tryed to remain storng. Keeping the hope people were looking for her. Hoping Carson had figured something out and Reese was hunting just as hard.*

Bracelet

Carson walks carefully down the hall upstairs, his gun raised in front of him, ready for any surprises. He’s barely opened the door to the first room when Nate’s call sends his adrenaline racing.

Moving quickly, Carson sprints back down the hall and skips sideways down the stairs, his eyes peeled. Reaching the living room, his arm goes to cover his mouth and nose at the sight and smell. He’d thought the odor had reminded him of a dead rat in the air ducts – now he knew why. A flippant curse slips out. “Aw, what on earth…” He grimaces and steps closer to the body, giving it a once over. “Nice. Apparently Aerith was so close to her grandmother that she hasn’t checked on her in a few days eh?”

He almost gags and steps away from the scene, turning his back to regain some composure. “Lovely.”

Suddenly there’s noise at the front door, and he whirls back toward the hall and entry way, his gun poised.


Wyatt jumps and Reese puts on his brakes, skidding to a stop and raising his hands. “Whoa, Carson. Cool it.”

Carson glares at Reese, but slowly lowers his weapon. “You could try knocking.”

“I could try a lot of things.”

“You’re not getting me off this case.”

“Look, Carson…”

“No!” Carson’s voice raises. “Shoot me if you have to, but I’m staying!”

“Carson!” Reese steps forward, looking him in the eye. “Did I tell you to leave?!” He searches the angry man’s eyes. “You’re deputized for this case, and this case only, got it?”

Carson is taken aback by Reese’s words. “What?”

“Do you think I’m nuts?” Reese rolls his eyes. “But you cool it, or I’ll revoke that deputizing on the spot. You’re helping us find Misty, is that clear?”

“I…”

“What, you don’t want to?”

Carson grits his teeth and spins back around. “I’m going back upstairs.”

Reese lets out the breath he’s been holding, and looks to Nate. “What did you do, set off a stink bomb in here?”

Wyatt grimaces. “That’s no stink bomb, Dad. That smells like something dead.” He glances at Nate too. “Let me guess – it’s not Frankie.”


Carson looks into several upstairs rooms, finding nothing. Finally he comes to what looks to be a spare bedroom. The covers on the bed were askew – someone had been here recently. The room appeared void of personal belongings, but things were not straightened, as if someone had left in a hurry.

He glances around, snooping in drawers, and in closets. Looking down, he spots a small, torn piece of paper sticking out from under the dresser. Picking it up, he tries to make out the blurred ink writing. An address.

Hurrying back downstairs, Carson joins the others again, holding the paper out to Nate. “Can you make this out?”


Morgan looks up quickly as Frankie comes back. He grits his teeth, still holding Misty down. “It wasn’t my fault, he growls.”

Receiving Misty’s threat, he looks down at her, studying her face. “Dead meat, huh? You’re not exactly in a good position to be throwing threats around.” He pauses, a grin spreading. “I don’t mind you in this position though.”

Letting a moment pass, he finally stands up, yanking Misty to her feet and shoving her back towards her corner. Pushing her down to kneel, he takes her arms behind her back and starts wrapping the rope around them again.

As he’s tying her though, suddenly for a brief moment, he runs his fingers across her arm, coming to the steel chain and narrow plate engraved with Carson’s name. “Wow.” He almost laughs, his voice suddenly a little softer, almost bewildered. “And he said he’d never…” Shaking his head, he finishes tightening the ropes around Misty’s wrists, immobilizing her hands.

Body

*Aerith returns Wyatt's kiss worry over coming her. This sounded dangerous and the last thing she wanted was anyone to get hurt. Aerith gives a small nod.*

"Ok."

*As she watches Wyatt head for the door she calls after him.*

"Wyatt, be safe please."

*Aerith finishes her normal work around Mom and Pop's than when it seems to be slow enough asks if she can leave early. Mable and Herb have no problem with it and let her go. Hurrying home Aerith sits watching tv for alittle bit waiting for Wyatt's call.*

*Nate gives a nod of his head. He understood the look in Carson eyes and new he was greatful.*

"Carson, lets not kill anyone unless we have to ok. Dont act on impulse."

*Nate gets out of the car drawing his own gun. He wasent sure what to exspect but if he learned anything from anywhere it was always exspect the unexspected.

Walking up to the door Nate knocks on the door and waits. Not hearing an answer Nate glances back at Carson and gives a small nod. Turning the knob he finds the door open. Pushing it open even more and steping inside a foul smell hits his nose making him crings and turn away. Finally regaining himself he talks over his shoulder.*

"I dont know about you but how could anyone stand this smell."

*Nate enters the hours a bit more leting his eyes get use to the darkness.*

"The house is empty from what I can tell. You check upstairs and I'll check down here. See if you can find anything at all that can help us."

*Breaking away from Carson Nate heads into the kitchen and sifts through papers, going over the room with a fine tooth comb. The smell almost ubearable. Moving his way twords the living room the smell becomes stronger. As Nate fumbles to flip on a light he can old stand in shock at the lifeless body in the char across from him. Being quick on his feet Nate moves to the chair to check for a pluse but as his fingers touch the the tough skin Nate no she is no longer living she was as cold as ice. Fear pass over him for more than one reson...*

"CARSON GET DOWN HERE....."

*Nate pulls out his phone as he walks out into the hall way to open the front door. Waiting for Carson he calls someone to come to pick up the body and take it away. From the looks of it she died naturily but Nate wanted to make sure. Hanging up the phone he steps back in side to wait for Carson.*

*Misty looks up at Morgan her eyes cold. Her head still throbed and even a bit more now. This was her once chanse of escaping and she had blown. She wouldent have the stregnth to try again. She could only hope someone was looking for her. *

"I dont need pitty not from the likes of you."

*Misty trys to bring her legs up under Morgan to kick him off her but at the point her head is still throbing and she dosent have the stregnth to other trying.*

*Frankie enters the room and looks down at Misty and Morgan. A bit irratation in his voice*

"MORGAN what are you doing? Why is she untired? Tie her back up and stop fooling around before I tie you up with her."

*Frankie throws the bags down on the small table.*

*Misty looks at her brother the hate and pain in her eyes..*

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS FRANKIE. YOU SAY YOU LOVE ME, BUT A BROTHER WOULDENT DO THIS TO HIS SISTER...I'M YOU BABY SISTER FOR CRYING OUT LOUD."

*Frankie snaps his head back to Misty.*

"Shut up, just shut up. If you dont your little boyfriend is gonna get it. You braught this on yourself. You should just join me and I wouldent have to drag you away. Morgan tie her up and shut her up."

*Frankie turns back around. His anger intense, yet the strange pain in his hart at seeing his sister like this, but this had to be done. It was for her own sake.*

*Misty looks back at Frankie and than Morgan half of what she was ssying she dident even hear herself.*

"When Carson and my other friends find you, your dead meat."

....

Reese slams his phone down into the cradle and just glares at it for several moments. His worry about his niece was going to be the death of him. She'd come such a long way in her life. What she did now was so much more to be proud of than her earlier years. Reese could still remember her as a toddler sitting on his knee...so peaceful...so innocent.

All he'd wanted for her when she came here was to finish out her interning and pursue her medical career. And she would have. But along came Carson. An Agency scumbag with enough charm to convince any woman to do anything, and enough attitude to make it appealing. It was because of him Misty had gotten into many scrapes, and he always just seemed to make things worse. This time apparently wasn't his fault, but there he was again, right there in the thick of it.

Reese leans his hands down on his desk, taking a deep breath. Carson was no coward, that was for sure. And he was risking his neck for Misty. No matter what a wanderer he was, no matter what the scumbag he'd been...he obviously cared for Misty deeply, and Reese couldn't deny him that.

Thinking for another moment, Reese opens his desk drawer to reveal his own handgun. Nate was right. None of them could help what happened with TJY becoming the Elite...if they hadn't, they would have been disbanded altogether. But now they were walking on eggshells all the time...doing more paperwork than street work, and TJY's original purpose was no longer being met.

Picking up his gun, he checks the ammunition. Trying to get Carson off the case would be like daring to pull a wolverine off its prey - someone would get hurt. And apparently Nate was being just as stubborn.


The bell at Mom and Pop's rings. Wyatt turns from his conversation with Aerith. "Dad?"

Reese approaches and nods his hello to Aerith before speaking to Wyatt. "Well come on."

"Where?"

"Her grandmother's."

"But you.."

"Nevermind." Reese gestures for the door. "Let's go."

Wyatt watches his dad to start walking away, and pauses just a moment. Leaning over the counter, he gives Aerith a kiss. "I'll call you later. Get right on over to Jamie's as soon as you're off work and stay put."


Carson grits his teeth as he hears Nate's end of the phone conversation. He knows how Reese is reacting. It was predictable, and it made his blood boil. But his gratefulness for Nate's loyalty overcame that anger. Nate was risking his job for this - some might call him stupid. Carson would call him a good mate.

There was no time for thanks though, as Aerith's grandmother's house came into view. Parking in the street, alongside the curb, Carson pulls his car to a stop and draws out his gun. "No vehicle, but let's go check it out." The look in his eye conveys his gratefulness for Nate's help, but the knowledge that right now he has to stay focused.


Morgan drops the Advil and water, letting out a cry as his knee is nailed by Misty's hard kick. Brought to the floor, he hurls a curse in Misty's direction, but is quickly back on his feet.

Seeing her go for the door, he growls and sprints, despite his new limp. Getting to her just before the door, he tackles her from behind, bringing her down to the floor again. Rolling her over onto her back, he pins her hands down and glares at her. "You just ruined your chances for pity, girl. How about me getting those ropes tied just a little tighter, eh?"

Tied up and Helpless

*Nate lets out a sigh as he listens to Reese. Conflict rages inside of him. Misty dident have time for this, and she dident have time for people to sit around and not take action. Nate's frustration grows. Back in the old days he never would of been questioned but not since TJY had turned to the Elite things had. Nate dident want to see them before, but they were there in the back of his mind. Things just wernt the same. Finally when Reese is done talking Nate reply. His voice calm and collected no anger hinted in his voice.*

"We found documents on Misty's dresser, She's dieing Reese if she dosent get help fast. There is no time to stop and think. I've worked as one of your Agenct at TJY for years and you've never second guessed me before. You use to trust me, you just are going to have to again. I first started at TJY to protect and serve, thats what I am doing now. This is what I was trained to do at TJY and since the Elite started thats been taken away from us. Most of us sit behind desks now."

*Nate shakes his head knowing he was going off topic.*

"I'm not siding with Carson I am doing my job. And if your going to fire me for doing my job, so be it but do it after we find Misty. She dosent have time for me to get fired now. See if Wyatt can get anymore information out of Aerith for us. We need all we can get on Frankie. Once I know more I'll call you."

*Nate hangs up his phone and lets out a sigh. What was he doing, why was he defying everything now. Nate runs a wery hand over his face.*

*Misty shakes her head as she still smiles back at Morgan*

"Under thirty and your doing this crap, I'd say your more of a kid than you addmit."

*Misty still moves her wrists around behind her back trying to free them. She could feel the ropes geting looser and looser finally Misty can feel her hand slip free. Still grinning at Morgan as he drew Misty looks down at herself than back up at Morgin tilting her head.*

"You like seeing me like this? Tied up and helpless huh?"

*Misty cant help but keep her charm turned on welcoming Morgan. As he gets even closer to her she draws her leg up so her knee is to her chesk as if trying to sit up do she can drink the water.*

"There is one thing you should know though..."

*Misty exstents her leg again kicking Morgan right in the knee hard.*

"I'm not that helpless."

*Misty gives Morgan a shove away from her and trys to stand quickly though gets very duzzy. Hurrying but staggering Misty makes her way to the small door, squinting to see past the fuzzyness.*

Is that clear?

“I’ve already thought things through,” Carson growls as he gets back into his car. Throwing into gear, he holds his glare. “Don’t worry. I won’t kill him…right away. He’ll talk first. Believe me…he’ll talk.”


“No, but, Dad, I, no, wait, listen, but…” Wyatt sighs and closes his phone, leaning on the counter at Mom and Pop’s. He looks at Aerith with apology. “I’m sorry…I’ll be on call now. I should stick around. Can I get a rain check on the lake?”


Halfway to Aerith’s grandmother’s house, Nate’s phone rings. Before he can even say anything, Reese can be heard. “Nathan Driers, you stop right where you are and don’t go any further, do you understand me?!” Reese’s voice is loud and commanding. “Carson is not, I repeat, NOT on this case. I will have you, Wyatt and a couple of Brown’s men on this, but I do not want Carson involved. Is that clear?” He pauses, but still doesn’t give enough time for an answer. “Disobey this, and you’re jeopardizing your job, Nate. Mark my words, you side with Carson one more time, and so help me, you’re off the force. DON'T push me.”


Morgan shakes his head with a roll of his eyes. "You know...I might be more willing to make you more comfortable if you cut out the "kid" crap. Just because I'm under thirty, it does not make me a juvenile, you got that?"

He stands up with a sigh, walking to the corner of the room. "I don't know why I should give you anything. I'd rather you passed out so you shut up. But Frankie would probably go after me then, and I'd be the one with that crazy loon on MY hands."

He turns back around with a bottle of Advil in his hand and moves to fill a small glass with water. "And if crazy runs in the family, wait to tell me later." He gives Misty a once over. "I like seeing you the way you are."

Not to late...

*Charlotte smiles back at Bret her fingers locking wish his. She felt her pulse race and she was filled with a happy feeling. It felt like life just started again.*

*As Carson walks away Nate looks back to Wyatt. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He had to do what was right though to keep everyone safe and ok. *

"Sorry Wyatt, but I think your date has come to an end. Let your dad knows whats going on and let him know I'm with Carson. See if you guys can track any information down and let him know I said I want Carson on this case with me."

*Nate turns and looks back at Aerith his face full of worry but soft as well.*

"Aerith, please where does your grandmother live?"

*Aerith lets out a sigh and looks down at the table than back up at Nate.*

"A few blocks from here turn down First St, and than on Spooner St. its number 15."

*Nate nods to Aerith.*

"Thank you. Wyatt have you dad call me if you need to."

*Nate jogs to the door and out to catch up with Carson.*

"Carson I have the address but you need to listen to me. We need to think this through we can go to the house and see if Frankie is there, but we cant do anything rash. We could be puting Misty in even more danger if we do. If Frankie is there we can question him but it ends there for Misty's sake. 15 Spooner St. is where we need to go."

*Frankie enters the house and heads up the steps to the spair bedroom. Rummaging around and throwing stuff into a bag an heading down the steps again he heads into the kitchen. Filling a bag with food.*

"Martha, I'm just gonna take some of this food with me. I'll buy you more later ok."

*Hearing a reply Frankie throws the bags onto the table and heads back up the steps. Before heading out again.*

*Misty slowly opens her eyes squinting alittle across the dim lit room as her eyes fall on Morgan. Misty's head felt like is was going to explode. Sometimes being a dr. had its disadvantges before you new just how much time you had what signs to look for. In a low horse voice Misty calls to Morgan.*

"Hey kid, my head is killing me. You seem like a good kid and all. Its not to late for me. You need...."

* Misty squints as a serge of pain staps at her head.*

"...need to let me go or I am going to die right here. Than it will be to late for you."

*Misty leans her head back closing her eyes again. Everything hurt! Surly someone new she was gone by now there was no way Carson hadent tryed to contact her at all. Or did he just think she was busy? Would this be the end? Would Morgan listen to her?

As Misty leans her head back she moves her hands a bit and can feel the ropes are loose. Maybe if she moved her hands enough she could slip out of them. Looking back up at Morgan again Misty gives a small smile the one she could turn off at anytime. Though her head corsed with pain she tryed to hold it.*

"If you want let me go do you at least have some Advil and water?"

Defiance

Bret reaches across the edge of the table, his heart beating a little faster as he takes Charlotte’s hand. “Well…I guess fate has given us Saturday then.”


Carson moves a little closer to Aerith. “Where is your grandmother’s house?”

Wyatt stands from his seat, a little put off by this intrusion, and he can see that it’s upsetting Aerith. “Hey, settle down, take it easy.”

“Don’t tell me to take it easy,” Carson snaps. “We don’t have much time.”

“Better to step back and take a good look around than barge in guns blazing before you know what’s really going on.”

“You want to tell me how to do this?” Carson straightens, looking Wyatt in the eye.

“Look, if Misty got taken by Frankie, then I’m as mad as heck, but it’s best we keep our cool.”

“Who’s we?”

“Well you can’t go it alone,” Wyatt reasons. “Let’s get a hold of Reese and…”

“Don’t you dare,” Carson hisses, his eyes ablaze. “Reese gets a hold on this, he won’t let me help out. Or have you forgotten I’m not a part of the team anymore?” He defies Wyatt with his stare, challenging him. “But you are. So you’ve got the right to stop me right here if you want. Cuff me and take me in.” Carson holds out his wrists. “Go ahead.”

Wyatt rolls his eyes. “Look, Carson, I know you’re worried, but use your head, will you? The more help there is, the better.”

“Fine.” Carson backs off. “Don’t tell me where her grandmother’s house is. I’ll find it myself.” Spinning around, he stalks angrily towards the exit.

Mac Truck

*Nate holds the gun in his hand for a moment deep in thought. He couldent let Carson do this, not make a rash desition and just throw his life in the line again. Nate had to think of something and he had to think of something fast. Geting out of the car at Mom and Pop's Nate follows close behind Carson.*

*Aerith looks up as Carson and Nate make there way over to her fast. The tone in Carson's voice made her jump alittle. Not sure what was going on and the suddin interuption. Looking to Wyatt and than to Carson again she can feel a bit of panic crawl up her neck.*

"I'm not sure...where he is staying why would I know?"

*Nate looks over Carson's shoulder trying to offer a smile but knows it comes out as a pretty lame one leting his own worry show though.*

"Aerith if you have any idea at all it would help."

*Nate looks back to Wyatt.*

"It looks to be Misty was kiddnaped. Theer wasent a pretty sight when Carson showed up there this afternoon. Misty seems to be hurt there was blood on her pillow, and on top of that..."

*Nate gives a sidelong glance to Carson cringing in having to say it all over again.*

"If Misty dosent get help fast she is going to die. We found some medicle records on her dresser. Its not good Wyatt."

*Nate eyes showed worry, but not only for Misty he was worryed about Carson too. Nate understood where he was coming from but he was also acting without thinking and Nate was worryed that he might not be able to stop him. Than Carson would do something he would later regreat.*

*Once again Aerith look between Wyatt than Carson. She could tell the ergency of the matter and she new that if it was Frankie what he was capable of doing. Not to mention she was always fond of Misty herself. In a timid voice she finally speaks again.*

"Last time...I was at my grandmother house it looked like someone had been staying in the spair room. She always liked Frankie so its possable he's there, but I dont know for sure. If you cant find him there check the local bars he could be there as well."

*Aerith's eyes fill with worry. As she can feel her heart pound in her chest.*

"I bet making Con mad is like going head on with a mac truck. Its just plane stupid to even attempt."

*Charlotte continues to listen to Bret talks. Her facual expressions showing she was enojoying the conversationa and liked hearing what Bret had to say.*

"They are going to make it into a tourist site huh. I guess that can be a good thing. Maybe I should get a job there when it opens."

*Charlotte giggles at the though not being able to actully see herself doing that.
Taking a sip of her iced tea Charlotte gazes back at Bret. A look passing in her eyes, a soft almost calming looked that longed for something, something Bret had offered her that weekend. The comfort, the joy, the gentil hand, that had showed her what it felt like to be really be treated as a person.*

"I'd really like to do that again too. My calander is free on Saterday as long as yours it too."

*Charlotte's mouth turns up in a grin and though she can feel a bit of heat on the back of her neck she dosent break her eyes from Bret's. They were like a night sky, dark and comforting, something you could look at for hours and get lost in and not mind at all*

Caves

Carson seems to not even hear Nate as he gets into the car and turns on the engine. Not even bothering to buckle himself in, he squeals out of the driveway, aiming toward downtown.

Finally he answers Nate. "Wyatt had a date with Aerith tonight. She knows Frankie. If I can catch them at Mom and Pop's before they leave, I can ask her where he's been staying."

As they speed down the road, Carson reaches under his seat and pulls out a pistol to hand to Nate. "Check to see if this is loaded, will you?"

His thumb taps his steering wheel nervously as his mind works overtime. Frankie....anyone else? Was he alone? Did he have more thugs with him? Was Misty even still alive? How badly had she been hurt? Where would Frankie take her? And why? Was it for his own gain? Was someone trying to get to him through Misty?

Mom and Pop's comes into view and Carson spots Wyatt's jeep. "Good. They're still here."

Getting out quickly, Carson stuffs his keys in his pocket and walks quickly to the door. The bell jingles as he enters, announcing his arrival.


Wyatt grins. "What do you think happens to a twelve year old who just took off for the afternoon without asking permission. I couldn't even hide where I'd been- by the time I got home I was covered in head to toe with mud and..." His voice trails off as he hears the bell and looks to see Carson enter the restaurant with Nate on his heels. He starts to smile, but quickly grows concerned. Something was wrong. His childhood story was forgotten.

Carson completely bypasses Wyatt, going straight for Aerith. "I need to know where Frankie's been staying."

Wyatt's eyes widen. "Frankie, but..."

Carson shoots him a glare to shut up, and looks back to Aerith. "And I need to know now."


Bret forces a smile and nods at Charlotte, glad for her efforts to cheer him up. "Yeah, Con's a real good guy. Once you're friends with him, you got a friend for life. He's a real softy, but I've seen him mad and I certainly wouldn't want to cross him." His eyes widen for a moment as he imagines Con's size.

He chuckles. "Jamie's sweet and loves Con to death. It's always fun seeing them together."

Shrugging, Bret answers about the caves. "Titan Inc. lost the contract on the housing division because of the caves, but someone else turned right around and hired us back to do some excavation and prep for a tourist site. We've been blasting to remove the earth, and most of the caves are accessible now - it's just a matter of making them safe. Then we're to put up the buildings they want. So..Titan didn't lose much over the whole thing, thankfully."

A smile spreads on Bret's face. "A coin flip day, huh? Maybe we should flip a coin to decide when that will be." Chuckling, he shakes his head. "I don't have off until Saturday. But..." His eyes catch Charlotte's for a moment, suddenly certain seriousness settling over the table as searches the depth of her eyes. "I'd like to do that again."

Coin flip day

*Nate glances over the reports that were handed to him. Misty was indeed in bad shape. Nate puts the files back into the envalope bringing it with him.He wanted to bring them to Rick to ask him how long Misty had and if anythere was anything when they found her he could do.

Quickly Nate follows after Carson. He new he was upset and he had every right to be, but Nate also new Carson dident think clearly when he was upset or mad.*

"Carson where are you going and I am coming with you. I'm going to help you with this and we are going to find her ok."

*Nate climbs into Carson's car seeming to forget about his own at the moment.*

*Frankie heads out of the small building. Geting on his motercicle he revs the engin and heads across town back to Aerith's grandmothers house where he had been staying. He needed to grab a few things and get some food before heading back to keep everyone happy and to stop Morgan from whining.*

*Aerith's laughter fills Mom and Pop's as she listen to Wyatt's story. Once again her break was spend like so many people having a conversation and eating something with him. Left seemed to be going pretty good right now and having Wyatt to spend endless day with was even better. She never tired of his storys, or hearing about his day. Sometimes just shairing insprational storys about there relationship with God was nice too.

Leaning her elbows on the table she looks intently back at Wyatt waiting for the rest of the story.*

"So...what happen than?"

*Charlotte listens to Bret intently hearing the meloncoly in his voice when he mentions Brandon. He had only been a week and it still must of been hard. She new losing someone you are close to was never fun.*

"Hey, at least you have your good times to remember right? Brandon would want that. I bet he would want to live on in your heart still so you can still make you laugh."

*Charlotte gives Bret's hand a small pat.*

"Oh, I still have yet to meet Con personaly. I saw him and his girl that once but other than that I dont know a lick about him. From what you have said though he seems like a real good guy."

*Charlotte gives a laught.*

"And that girlfriend of his sounds like she is really a peace of work to have around keeping things livly. Whats with those caves anyways? Do they have anyone coming in to check them out? They made a big fuss over to not see whats going on with them."

*Charlotte rolls her eyes but the grin remains on her face.*

"Oh I wanted to ask when your next day off is too, i wanted to plane a coin flip day."

Some excitement

"It's a medical report." Carson hands Nate the letter. "Misty is dying." The words catch in his throat and he turns his face from Nate, suddenly slamming his fist on the top of the dresser. "I wasn't here...the one night...and I wasn't here."

Gritting his teeth, he spins back around to head out of the bedroom. An anger boiled in his veins - one of a deeper ire than he'd ever known. Someone would pay. "Frankie's dead meat."

Aiming for the door, he knows exactly where he's headed. He'd heard about Frankie from Wyatt before, and knew that Wyatt's girlfriend might very well know where Frankie had been staying.


Morgan gives a little nod. "Yeah, I won't let her keep yapping." As Frankie leaves the room, Morgan flops down into a folding chair, heaving a sigh, and mumbles to himself about being hungry with nothing to eat around here.

Looking to Misty again, he quirks an eyebrow. "Interesting fellow, your brother. Though please don't put me in the same looney category as him, eh? I may be taking a risk here, but I ain't one to do flipflops like he does." He gives a chuckle. "I do feel sorry for you though. Being his sister must suck. 'Course he means well, so I'd just relax if I were you. The less you fight him, the less painful it will be for you."


Bret quirks a wry grin. "My work?" He shrugs, playing with his food for a moment, his gaze resting on a sprig of parsley. "Oh...it's going. Not too easy being back there..." His eyes get a far away look in them as memories fill his mind. "Not the same without Brandon around. But..." He sighs, forcing a smile and looking back up at Charlotte. "Con's coming back, so that will liven things up. And we're doing some blasting around those caves so there's been some excitement."

Gag her or something

*Nate leans up in his chair listine to Carson and relized this was more than a call to say hey. His confustion grows as he trys to make out what Carson was telling him. Hearing Carson's words that Misty could die he automaticly stands shuting off his computer.*

"Ok, sit tight I'll be on my way over to see whats going on before we decied what to do. We might have to call more people in on this but I'll check it out first. Give me ten minutes."

*Grabing his jacket he heads to the door. Geting into his car and heading over to Misty's Nate keeps him mind cleared. Arriving He makes his way inside.*

"Carson?"

*Heading to the bedroom Nate scans the room. Going over the the bed and seeing the blood he lets out a heavy sigh running a hand over it.*

"Oh, Misty what have you gotten yourself into."

*Turning he see Carson nad walks over to him.*

"What do you got there?"

*Frankie snaps his head to Morgan giving him a cold stair.*

"I am not crazy thank you very much. I am just a conserned brother for his sisters well being. She was being brain washed there man. "

*Frankie shakes his head as he listens to his young protajas. He like his spirite and the way he though.*

"I have no problem with that at all. At least with Carson out of the way there wont be any reason for Misty to stay around here."

*Hearing his sisters voice he goes over behind Morgan and looks down at her a smile curling on his mouth.*

"Hey Little Sis, I told you I'd get you one way or another. If you just come with me when I first said something this wouldent have happend, but that stupid boyfriend of yours got in the way. Its ok though soon you will see if our way and you'll agree."

*Misty looks to Morgen her eyes glazes, but cold and hard. She dident feel scaired when she new she should be.*

"I happen to like the right side of the law stuff. Its safer. And your just as crazy as my brother."

*Misty turns her gaze to him her eyes still almost lifless as her head throbs.*

"Where is the brother that use to love and protect me?"

"I still do love you Misty, its you who stopped loving me. This I am doing this for your own protection from yourself. Don't worry you'll understand soon enough."

"No I wont, and they will find you Frank and they will take you down like everyother criminal. Its hard to think someone who was once my hero is now...this."

*As Misty's words come out Frankie's own emotions battle inside of him. Between good and bad, The good slaming fists on the door in his mind that kept him locked away pleeding to not do this, But the bad part was to strong and won this battle. Scoffing Frankie starts to walk to the door.*

"If she dosent shut up gag her or something. I'll be back."

*Misty's tryed to wrap itseld about Frankie's actions again. He was cold, hard, and just not the brother she had see when he first showed up. What had happend. Where did her brother go.*

*Charlotte hadent been able to stop grinning all night. Siting across from Bret again braught back good memories of the week spent out here the first time. Mixing her salad up alittle bit she finally replys to him.*

"Well, I'll probley be working from an office I set up in our new place and have Jake send me files when he needs me. Other than that I cant really help Ang with The Elite cases because they needed her and not just me. So I am going to at least have to find a part time job or something for extra money and so I dont go crazy. I'll figure something out maybe work a few days down town doing paper work or something."

*Charlotte takes a bit of her salad before speaking again.*

"How about you? Hows work going now that your back?"

Plans

"Nate, I need your help." Carson's voice is strained with an emotional panic. "Misty's gone. I don't know who took her, I don't know where, but she's hurt. You gotta help me...I can't go to Reese, not now. "

His eyes drift over the letter as he talks, and words pop out at him. "...headaches....rapidly growing worse...brain damage...death."

Carson feels as though he's going to be sick. "I'm over at her place Nate..." A truth hits him hard. "She's going to die if we can't find her."


"Hey, don't go blaming me." Morgan leans up against the wall and crosses his arms. "A guy like me's got to find money where he can. "You're the one crazy enough to go snatching your own sister."

He thinks for several minutes about the go-ahead to call Carson. "I wanna wait just a bit...let him really panic." He grins. "Seeing him panic would be nice for once." His eyes light up. "Then, when he's right where I want him...bam! No more Carson Banks to worry about!"

Glancing down at Misty as she speaks, Morgan goes to the corner and squats down by her. "You're in your brother's hands now, that's what's happening. Aren't you glad? No more of that right side of the law stuff, no more of those stupid rules to follow... You may not appreciate it now...but you will...you will."


"So..." Bret twirls his water glass in his hand as he looks across the table at Charlotte. The restaurant was fairly quiet...it was a casual atmosphere, but nicer than a fast food joint. "You're here to stay." A grin tweaks the corner of his mouth. "Still helping out with your sister's practice?"

Go ahead

*Katie return Scott's kiss with inthuseasm she keeps her arms around him holding Scott close.*

"I think dinner sounds perfect. Of corse anything with you sounds perfect."

*Katie giggles as she rubs her nose aganst Scott's.*

"So hows the office coming along?"

*Charlotte smiles and nods*

"Six sounds good. I'll try to be ready."

*Charlotte heads for the moving truck and heads back to the hotel letting out a sigh. She was excited to be going out with Bret.*

*Nate lets his phone ring for a moment as he finishs up typing something on his computer. He'd stayed later tonight trying to get some work done. Finally picking up the phone and seeing its Carson he gives her smile.*

"Hey Carson...Good to hear from you. Whats going on?"

*Nate leans back in his chair slightly.*

*Frankie gives Morgan a side long glance and rolls his eyes*

"Ya well how did I know she slept with a knife under her pillow? If you had been helping me and not looking around for money this probley wouldent have happend."

*Frankie goes over to Misty and squats down next to her Lifting her head gently to see the slick on her neck. It was deep but not enough to kill she. She would probley have a scar and thats about it. Running a finger over her cheek Frankie turns to Morgan and toss' him Misty's phone.*

"Go ahead and call for a ransom. I got what I want, I just need to figure out how to have her see things my way and to get out of town."

*Frankie stands again.*

"Go ahead and rattle Carson's cage for all I care I dont like that guy or any of her friends for that matter. I might as well let you have some fun."

*Misty can hear voice but finds it hard to move. The last thing she remembers was going to bed not feeling well and than seeing her brother and...nothing. A cold chilling though pass her mind. Her brother. Opening her eyes slightly Misty can make out a form her dosent know than see her brother. What was he doing...Lifting her head slightly she trys to get her baring of where she is but cant tell.*

"What..whats going on?"

Panic

Scott smiles and turns around, Katie’s arms still around his neck. His own arms wrap around her waist as he pulls her close. “Nah…this is too much fun to be work.”

After enveloping her lips in a kiss, he draws back, his eyes twinkling. “Want to do supper tonight?”


Bret chuckles. “Alright. I’ll pick you up at the hotel. And…I don’t know of anybody with any open places off the top of my head, but I’ll think.”

Starting to split from Charlotte to head for his car, he turns back around for a moment, flashing her a smile. “See you at six.”


Con gives a little sigh. “Oh, I’m alright. Shoulder’s been bothering me a bit, but nothing major…”

After a few minutes of talking, his and Jamie’s conversation is wrapped up with the agreement that Con will pick her up tomorrow night at six-thirty.


Carson hangs up his phone again, this time, a little concerned. Misty still wasn’t answering her phone. It was getting to be evening…she wouldn’t have been out and about for this long, would she?

Something in Carson’s gut warns him…almost like a red flag. It just wasn’t like Misty not to answer her phone, whether she was home or not.

Finally deciding to check it out if only to appease his conscience, Carson grabs his keys and heads out.

Arriving at Misty’s, things seem quiet…too quiet almost. Something makes the hair on the back of Carson’s neck. Confused by these feelings, he takes his small handgun from his back and knocks on the door. Nothing.

Trying the handle, he finds it open and steps cautiously inside. “Misty?” he calls. Nothing. “Misty!” Still nothing. Carson hears the ferrets chattering…that was odd.

Carefully sweeping the living room and kitchen, he finds nothing, still calling out Misty’s name. Sidestepping down the hall, he nudges her bedroom door open.

Glancing around for a moment, he sucks in his breath and steps forward more quickly, reaching out to touch the blood-soaked pillow. “No…” One name crossed his mind: Frankie. And Carson hadn’t been here. Panic sets in.

“No, no no…” Carson racks his brain for an idea…something to do…he had to do something. What had happened here? Was Misty really taken? Was she hurt? Dead? Was it really Frankie? Where were they?

Grabbing his phone again, he flips it open and starts to dial, then stops, hesitating. Starting over, he dials a different number and waits for Nate to answer. As he waits, he scans the room and spots the envelope with x-rays. Curious, he scans them as he waits for Nate.


"Way to go, now she's hurt." Morgan rolls his eyes as he paces the small room. "Not that I care...I bet that blood will scare Carson good." His tone indicates his pride in this fact. He glances down to the corner where Misty lies in a heap. "What now? You gonna ask ransom or did I do this for nothing?"

Blood

*Charlotte cant help but give a little laugh her arm around Bret's waist and heading outside. Giving a nod to the moving truck.*

"Well Angelica and my stuff is there, and our home for the moment will probley be the same hotel we stayed in before. We haven't found our own place yet. So....if you wanna pick me up at the hotel that would be great."

*Charlotte gives a smile and than stops thinking for a moment.*

"You wouldn't happen to know anyone with a place open would you? Maybe anyone from you work?"

*A smile forms on Jamie's mouth heading Con's voice. She never grew tired of hearing it.*

"Sounds like a great night to me. I accept. How ya feeling today?"

*Jamie smiles as she listens to Con chat away. What a better way to spend lunch than to talk to the man of her dreams.*

*Angelica spend the rest of the afternoon bringing more boxes in from her car. Opening some up and puting files away into her file cabnite that she needed from her office in Cali. Also puting stuff away in her desk, and seting up her computer and Fax mashean. Opening a few more boxes Angelica continues to go threw a few more things.*

*Katie comes up behind Scott and wraps her arms over his shoulders and lays them on his chest. The ring on her finger sparking in the light. Resting her chin on the top of his head. Giving a small laugh her voice is filled with humor.*

"You work to much you know that."

A while later....

*Misty's apartment lays silent except for the soft chatter of coming from the cage in Misty's room. The two Ferrets call for there master only to get no reply.

The covers on Misty's bed lay strewed all over the place as if someone had a horrible nightmare and spend the night twisting and turning. A rather large pool of blood was collected in the middle of the head imprint on the pillow case as it soaked into the material and was starting to turn a brown color as it dryed. On Misty's dresser layed a vanilla envelope from the Hospital down town. Inside was a letter and x-ray the date on it to have been received 3 days ago. The envelope was ripped open proving they mail had been opened and read.*

Nevada State Hospital
P.O. Box 4578
Nevada


Miss. Miller,
Your test results from last week came back. You have a crack in the right said middle of your skull. It seems that blood has been slowly seeping through the crack and into your crainial cabity causing much pressure on your brain. Think of your brain drownding in blood. Your headaches will grow worse and worse. Your condition is rapidly growing worse my the day, by the moment and if you don't get it taken care of soon you could suffer brain damage or worse death. I'm surprised you have been able to last this long. You being a Doc yourself should already know this. Apon your request we have send you your Xrays and labs as you requested that you would be having Dr. Rick Johnston look after you from here on out. Miss. Miller please I cant stress enough you get this taken care of as soon as passable. Its only going to get worse if you don't and it wont just go away.

Signed,
Dr. Amanda Fuller M.D.

*The rest of Misty's house looked undisturbed from what the naked eye could see. It layed quiet, dark...a strange smell in the air.*

Missing it

“Mm.” Bret grins. “Maybe you should go away once more so you can make up for lost time again.”

Cocking his head, he finally squints one eye. “On second thought…I think I’d rather you stuck around this time.”

Slinging his arm around her shoulders, he aims for the door, ignoring the unfinished drinks on the counter. “Dinner sounds fabulous. Just tell me where to pick you up.”


“Hey you.” Con grins as he hears Jamie’s voice at the other end of the line. “Sorry to bother you at work, but I got to thinking about tomorrow night… If you don’t have any plans, how about dinner… It’ll be my first day back to work, but I can swing by TJY after to pick you up… Then stop by your place if you want to change… I’m thinking that nice restaurant up by the lake…candle light…quiet music…”

He chuckles. “And cell phones stay home. How ‘bout it?”


Reese helps Angelica for a while, bringing in things from her car to the office. Once she’s at least got her bearings, he leaves her alone to go get some of his own work finished.


Carson sits alone on his couch, staring at a blank television. He wasn’t in the mood to watch tv…he wasn’t in the mood to go for a run…he wasn’t in the mood to go out and do anything…he wasn’t even in a mood for the beer he’d bought the night before. He had a little money, but not much…not enough to last long without a job. But he didn’t even know what he was going to do. The more time that passed, the more he realized just what he had at TJY. He’d thought it was alright before, but now…he actually was missing it…he was actually missing a job. It was a new sensation. He missed talking to Nate…he missed making Rick roll his eyes…he missed saying hi to Laura, giving Susanne a bad time…he got into trouble all the time, but he even missed Reese. And Jason…Carson wasn’t so sure there was anything left between them any more that could he salvaged, and that hurt just a little bit. But it was his own fault. All of this was.

Giving a little sigh, Carson picks up the phone and dials Misty. Waiting…waiting…no answer. Odd.

Lost Time

*Angelica smiles at Mick and gives a slight shake of her head. Mike was to good to her. Angelica was happy to be back, and she was excited that maybe Lord will he would give her the strength to do something more than involve herself with just work. Maybe he was her turn to get out and about again.*

"I'd like that Mike. Some of those boxs are heavy so it can be a group effort."

*Angelica smile as she turns to head back across the floor once again twords the elevator.*

*Charlotte cant help but let out alittle gasp as Bret takes her hand emotions running over her. Charlotte returns Bret's kiss her arms going around him holding him close to her. Her heart once again skips a beat.*

"It was only a week, but what a long week it was. Yes I did indeed miss you and I am never mean to you!!"

*Charlotte draws Bret close to her again pressing her lips to his for a while kissing him again. Till a smile breaks on her face and she pulls away..*

"I was making up for lost time. How about dinner tonight?"

Miss me?

Reese's face reddens slightly, and he clears his throat. "Um, yeah, the office is ready. It might need a bit of cleaning. Hal and Ty hadn't gotten that far yet. But we can get that taken care of right quick, so if you want to start moving things in, that's great. I'll help you if you want."


Bret smirks at Charlotte and rolls his eyes as she walks away. He was tempted just to see how far she'd go, but decides that he can let her win this once.

Sliding off his own stool, he reaches out to take her hand and turn her back around. "What kind of a friend would let me sit here and wallow without doing something about it, hmm?" He grins a little, his hand tightening around hers as he looks her in the eye.

Bret's voice lowers to a quiet tone. "Hi, Charlotte." Drawing her close until she's up against his chest, he tilts her face up with a finger under her chin. "Don't be so mean to me." Leaning in, he presses his lips to hers, the same feeling rushing over him that her kiss had delivered the first time.

Drawing back, his grin still plays with the corner of his mouth. "Ya miss me?"

Wallowing

*Angelica can't help the small smile that cross her face. Giving Reese a hug was good, but receiving one back was better. Angelica gives a nod to Wyatt as he walks past his dad harassing him. In a way she thought it was cute.*

"Oh, my week was eventful. But I got alot of stuff done that I wanted to before I left. Now I'm here and I am ready to stay a new chapter in my life. I am scared to death but excited at the same time."

*Angelica gives Mike's hand a playful squeeze something she dident often do.*

"And I have you to thank for that."

*Gives a small smile and as if relizing what she was saying her cheeks turn a slight shade of red and as trys to compose herself again.*

"Well I have my stuff in my car, if the office is ready and if its ok with you I can start moving the boxes in at least so while I go to find an apartment I dont have to drive around in a car cramed with boxs."

*Charlotte keeps grinning her eyes locked on Bret's. She couldent help but feel a serge of energy through her. Things had changed fast but Charlotte dident mind change. But looking into the depths of Bret's eyes made Charlotte stop and actully think, reavaluating her life almost to consider that maybe there were a few things miss that she never had with her old boyfriend and being around Bret seemed to fill the hole.

Starting out some where new would be nice. Finding someone she truly enjoyed spending her time and treated her good with was even nicer.

Leaning a bit closer to Bret Charlotte's eyes danced there pearcing gaze seemed to know what kind of welcomed he wanted and flickeredas if saying it was ok.*

"I'm pretty sure it would be ok to bypass chanse one more time. I certinly dont mind anyways."

*Charlotte takes another sip of her drink and than sets it back down.*

"But I mean if you mind I can just leave that way you can get back to your wallowing."

*Charlotte slids off the barstool the courners of her mouth still curled into a grin. Steping away Charlotte runs her fingers over Bret's hand and slightly up his arm before breaking away and slowly moving backwards to the door.*

Do I have to...

Reese smiles as he listens to Angelica, not caring what she was saying so much as just hearing her voice. He couldn't help it that he liked it.

As she steps forward to give him a hug, at first he's a little surprised and hesitant, but quickly recovers to give his own hug, his strong arms giving her a little squeeze. "It's good to see you too." Withdrawing, he looks her in the eye. "Real good..."

"Yo, Dad, I need you to get on the ball with getting that stuff from Brown." Wyatt swats his arm as he walks past.

Reese rolls his eyes at the interruption. "Alright already. Give an old man a break."

Wyatt grins and keeps walking, throwing a wave to Angelica. "Welcome."

Reese gives a little sigh, setting his hands on his hips, trying to resume his conversation with Angelica. "Well...I'm doing alright. Had a bit of excitement around here lately - more than I care for, but I guess it comes with the territory." He searches her eyes for a moment. "What about you?"


Bret cocks his head at Charlotte, finding this information quite interesting. "So...permanently in the area, huh?" He raises his eyebrow and sways his head a little as if that's not an unpleasant prospect.

Turning to take another swig of beer, he swallows then stops, unable to help the smile that finally spreads across his face, and the short laugh that comes out. Looking at the neon sign behind the counter, he just shakes his head. "I guess it's the end of my wallowing days then eh?"

Finally turning around to look Charlotte in the eye, his gaze is soft...welcoming...almost as if relieved, like a load from his back was suddenly gone. "So do I have to flip a coin to see if I can greet you properly, or would you care if I just bypassed chance on that one?"

50/50

*Katie cant help but laugh.*

"Jason Stevenson that IS to much to ask."

*Katie gets a joking angry face for a moment before she breaks out into a smile.*

"But since your my friend and all...I guess I can listen to you. Speaking of witch I should go see where that feonsay of mine is. No doubt hiding in his new office again."

*Katie shakes her head again laughing.*

"I'll talk to you again later I am sure J."

*Katie heads away from Jason to find Scott.*

*Angelica makes her way to Mike finally both of them meeting in the middle.*

"Yeah, I got everything set up back in Cali with Jake, and he has my number here so I dident need to worry about that. My apartment is still up for sale but I dont need to stay there for that and everything. So I figured why not come a little early. The trip went well. I have my car here full of stuff for my new office, files and what note. Anything alse I need I figured I could buy here. Since Charlotte came back with me to it worked out because she drove the moving truck that the stuff from both our apartments are in. Figured it can stay in there till we find a place."

*A moment of silence comes and Angelica can't stand in any longer. Slowly and cautiosly she reaches out and gives Mick a hug not sure if she should let it linger or not.*

"It's good to see you again Mike. How are you?"

*Ordering her own drink and takes a sip. Spinning around in the stool Charlotte leans her elbows aganst the bar and tilts her head back and to the side looking at Bret still grinning. The bantering, the flirting is was all part of the fun.*

"As fate would have it my sister was coming back here permintily to have a second office for the Elite. So fate was on myside there."

*Charlotte takes another swig of her drink.*

"The hard part was bending my sister to let me come back with her. I finally got my way though as you can see. I like it when I was out here last, the weather seems nice, and its just a nice change in scenery. Not to mention I have some good memories from a weekend here and an added insentive is having this guy I met a few weeks back in this area too. So all in all I guess fate and I went 50/50. I'd have to say maybe fate as alittle bit more on ourside seeing as we both just happen to be in the same bar we first met in."

*Charlottes grins grows ever more as she raises her eyebrows alittle.*

*Wes wraps his arms around Cindy and gently holds her running his hands up and down her back giving it alittle massege. Giving the top of her head a kiss and than leaning his own on her.*

"I'll always come back to you at the end of the night. I'd be a darn fool not too."

Was it fate?

Jason chuckles at Katie’s comment and reaches over to mess up her hair with his hand. “How about you pay attention to your own pampering and leave Camryn’s for me to worry about?” His eyes dance with humor. “Or is that too much to ask?”


Hearing Angelica’s voice, Reese spins around. A smile breaks through. “Well, hi there! Didn’t know you’d be here so soon.” He walks toward her casually. “How was your trip?”


Bret has a hard time keeping a straight face as Charlotte flips the coin over. Taking a swig of beer, he feels her sit down next to him, and finally gives her a sidelong glance, keeping up the banter and prolonging the greeting he knew he wanted to give.

“So was it fate that brought you here? Or did you have to bend it to get your own way?”


Cindy’s smile grows at Wes’ reaction, unable to help but laugh softly. Moving about her work, she sees him still standing and thinking about it. Shaking her head, she goes to him and wraps her arms around him, snuggling her head into his chest. “You could go tell the whole world and I wouldn’t care as long as you always come back home.”

Wow...

*Katie smiles back at Jason trying to help keep his attitude positive. She new he still wasent great but she wanted to at least try and help him feel better.*

"I'm doing pretty good. Things just seem to be falling into place nicely for once."

*Katie gives Jason's arm a soft pat.*

"Your you chin up eh? At least this gives a reason for Camryn to pamper you."

*As Angelica steps onto the main floor of TJY she scans the cubicles. She cant help but smile it felt good to be back. Walking weaving in and our she nods to people, and toss hellos till finally she see who she is looking. Coming up behind Reese she softly calls to him.*

"Good Afternoon Mike!"

*A smile spreads across Angelica's face proving she was happy to be here.*

*Frankie stands and walks over to a tiny map motionaing for Morgan to come over. Pointing to the corner of Misty's block.*

"The corner of St. Elm, and Burch, 11:00. Make sure your ready and don't get any stupid idea's in your head. Just stick to the plane. I don't need you messing this up for me got it."

*Frankie's crooked grin remainds on his face and the crazed look in his eye. As he heads out of the small building making his ownself ready.*

*Slowly Charlotte says nothing but moves up closer to Bret. Reaching over him she flips the coin over so it was now tails up. Slowly she moves to sit down next to Bret Charlotte's grin remains as her eyes twinkle with the flertation they never seemed to lose.*

"Every once and a while you have to bend chanse and fate so it does what you want!"

*As Cindy moves Wes' hand to where the movment was. Wes can't help but laugh as his smile spreads even more across his face. His face right now would light up the darkest of rooms.*

"I felt it kick, I really felt it. Wow...thats...words can describe it. You know the baby is there, but to actully get to feel it really brings a new feeling."

*Wes keeps his hand on Cindy's tummy for a while longer just soaking in the joy. He was so excited and happy.*

"The baby can have my energy but I bet its going to have your brains."

*Finally Wes lets go on Cindy so she can finish was she was doing but stays leaning aganst the counter in case she needs him.*

"After lunch if you dont need me, I HAVE to go to the ranch and level everyone know I felt our baby kick."

*Wes shakes his head, whispering again as he liked the sound of the words he spoke.*

"Wow...I'm gonna be a dad."

Moving

Jason pauses his route to his office as Katie approaches, At her question, he shrugs. “I’m alright…I’m here…I should be grateful for that, right?”

His gaze falls for a moment before looking back up at her. “I guess I’m fine. And you?”


Morgan grins. “I thought you were never gonna say we were going. I’m ready as I’ll ever be. You know my number. Where do we meet, and what time?”


Reese wanders from the empty office back out onto the main floor, heading for his own office. He had so many things to do today that he really shouldn’t be taking his time like he was. But for some reason, today he just couldn’t concentrate.


Bret has a pretzel halfway to his mouth when the quarter lands on the counter in front of him. Startled, he looks at it for a moment, confused, but as the voice comes from behind, a warm feeling rushes over him.

He grits his teeth, trying not to smile yet, and casually picks up the coin. “Mm, heads, huh? Rats. If it were tails, I mighta kissed the next woman who sat down next to me.”


Cindy pauses in her work of getting lunch, letting the kiss with Wes linger. She leans back against him, her face glowing. “I think I’m the lucky one.”

She suddenly jumps a little bit, then laughs. Reaching down, she moves Wes’ hand along her belly to the other side where movement can be felt. “I think this baby has your energy.”

Happy times

*Lockheart pulls her car into the TJY parking lot her car packed with boxs for her new office. Reese new she would be showing up today but he wasent sure what time. Geting out of her car she locks the door and heads into TJY to find Reese and make sure it was ok to start moving things in. Not to mention it would be nice to see him again*

*Nate looks up from his cubicle hearing the knock. Standing he offers his own hand to Carson in a strong shake. Nate really was sad to see him go.*

"You bet, dont be a stranger ok? It gonna be strange around here without you. Take care of youself and if you need anything call. You might not be here everyday but that dosent mean I still wont stick my neck out for ya."

*Nate gives a grin as he draws his hand away and gives alittle nod.*

"Keep that girl of yours out of trouble too would ya?!"

*Katie looks up and gives a wave to Jason puting some papers down at her desk and walking over to Jason.*

"Morning! You look like your geting use to those things alittle bit better now. I told you, you would in no time."

*Katie still cant help her smile. It had been pasted on her face all last week and now this week to.*

"How are you feeling J?"

*As Bret sits down at the counter something goes flying over his shouldent and lands at the counter heads up. For a few moments everything is silent until a finally a grin spreads across the face of someone who was not exspected to be there. A flirty voice speaking hope to bring a smile to a face that needed it.*

"And what did I tell you about wallowing?"

*Charlotte stands behind Bret her hands on her hips and her deep brown eyes showing life.*

*Frankie sits at the small table that was set up. His finger taping on the table.*

"Morgan would you sit down. I cant think with you yap moving. And we were waiting because we cant exacly grab Misty while Carson was staying at her hour now could we?"

*Frankie plays over differnt scenes in his mind. Working things and trying to figure would the next moves.*

"Lastnight Carson went home. So my conclution is tonight he'll go home as well. So, tonight is when we strike. So make sure your ready, I already know she can put up a pretty good fight. She always could."

*Frankie rubs his jaw as her mouth curls into a grin and a deep laugh comes from his mouth.*

*Wes pokes his head out of the bathroom door.*

"Left overs is good. You know I like it the second time around as well as the first."

*Wes disapears back into the bathroom again for a few moment only to emerge again dress. Making his way into the kitchen she stands in the doorway watching Cindy. A smile coming to his face. Just watching Cindy she was so pretty to start with and now seeing her with her belly sticking out, knowing she had another life growing inside of her she was every prettyer.

Coming up next to her Wes wraps an arm around her shoulers and places his other hand on her belly.*

"Your so pretty, and I love you SO much."

*Wes leans down and tilts Cindy's face upward to give her a kiss. His hand going from her belly to the side of her face caressing it for a long moment as there kissed continued. Finally pulling away Wes beams.*

"How did I become so lucky?"

*Now that Cindy was farther along in her pregnincy Wes took most days as half days leaving the shop in the hands on Clint, with Wendy doing the office paper work. He made trips back to the ranch here and there to check on everything but never stayed to long after working the whole morning. He new Clint was doing well as he offten watched his nephew, and new he was making the right desitions and when he did have a problem, or wasent sure about something he never hesatated to as for help. Clint had grown so much she was so proud of him.*