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    Ya Never Know… – (Chapter: 3)

     

                “Former couple.  On and off for a while, quiet break up because of external problems in the relationship.  Jing-Mei shoulders the world and Pratt tries to carry her.”  Robbi said softly running her finger around the rim of the beer bottle.

     

                “Wow.”  Sam voiced impressed at the doctors intuitive powers.  Sam had found that Roberta wasn’t anything like her brother had been.

     

                “You got your mojo back.”  Abby smiled raising her bottle of non-alcoholic beer to Robbi’s.  They clinked their bottles together.  Both women smiling and Abby giggled.  Roberta’s lips curled into an easy smile. 

     

                “Mojo?”  Neela asked and Sam waved her hands for her to elaborate.  Ro was fun to be around she was always insightful and never pulled any punches, much like Sam herself.  Robbi’s head moved to the beat of the music.

     

                “Nothing.”  Robbi blushed hotly as she watched Weaver try to bank a ball.  Ray leaned on his cue stick and they chatted.  Weaver was asking about is Toxicology elective and Ray was telling her about his first day, it had been a disaster.

     

                “No really what is this mojo thing about?”  Sam asked.  She took a sip of the beer and Robbi drummed the table gently, her long fingers moving to the beat.  LL Cool J’s Headsprung now filtered into the room and Jing-Mei and Greg got up, went to the small dance floor, and began to dance.

     

                “I can usually tell things.  You and Kovac, messy.  Silently messy.  Because he won’t talk and you don’t listen.”  Robbi stated and Sam paled, “He loves you like the earth loves the sun but you can’t see past wanting the past instead of basking in the future.” 

     

                “A romantic.”  Neela grinned at her choice of words and Sam moved to stand but Abby caught her hand.  She pulled her back into her chair and Sam crossed her arms.  Feeling like a pouting child and thinking of her son instantly, Alex mimicked her when he was angry.

     

                “She’s right.”  Abby said softly, knowing that Luca would give the world to be with Sam he’d said as much to her in the pass week.  He just couldn’t see past not having more children even though he knew being with Sam might actually be enough.  He just couldn’t admit it yet.

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