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Washington D.C. – October 25, 2009 – Sunday
Tina always loved to witness the change in the leaves as the weather changed from summer to fall. It is a bit interesting to realize that even though the leaves are dying, it’s still so beautiful. The reds, oranges, yellows, browns… the smell of pumpkins and spices… the Halloween decorations adorned to every house on the street.
Smiling softly into her own reflection from the window, she turned around to head towards Delia’s room. Knocking quietly on the door, she gently pushed it open to see nobody inside. Shrugging her shoulders, she closed the door and began to head downstairs.
“You actually made breakfast?” Tina questioned Will as she saw him seated at the kitchen table. “I’m impressed, but slightly worried for my health.”
“Well I had to make a good breakfast since I’m taking you to the gym.” Will said as he shoved some eggs into his mouth.
“You’re taking me to the gym?”
“Yep. I’m gonna work you.”
Tina, arching her brow, sits down across from him. “Oh yeah?”
“You forgot our morning workouts?”
“How could I possibly forget?”
“Doesn’t matter. The point is you’re back with us for the time being,” the darker man said as he winked at the blonde. “We gotta get you back into shape.”
Narrowing her eyes, “you calling me fat?”
Choking on his orange juice, “never, Kenny. I’m just saying you’re not in the same shape that you were before.” Looking up at the blonde and noticing the look on her face… “I’m gonna stop talking now.”
Nodding slowly, “sit and eat… we gotta go soon. I have a sinking feeling that we will be called in today.”
“Fine.” Tina sat down across from her partner. “Where’s Delia?”
“Doctors appointment. Oh-…” Will got up and went to the kitchen to retrieve a protein shake. “For you.”
Rolling her eyes, Tina takes a sip. “You know I can still kick your ass, right?”
“Sure, you can.” Will mocked the blonde.
“Okay, come on. Fuck this.” Tina mumbled as she tried to swallow her mouthful of eggs. “Let’s go. NOW.”
Smiling, Will stood up and whispered to himself… “I fucking knew it.”
3 hours later:
“I feel like I just got hit by a train,” the blonde said walking back into the house.