Wally ran his hand through his bright red hair as the southern California wind tousled it around. Heading up the stairs to his apartment, he was thankful he had a full hour before his girlfriend would be home. He still had quite a mess left on the living room couch from his cram session the night before. Even though it was his birthday, he doubted she'd go easy on him leaving a mess. When he unlocked the door, however, the living room was spotless, "Umm…" he started as he looked around. "Artemis?" He rolled his eyes, obviously Artemis, which meant he was in trouble.

"Mmm," he heard the slight moan and closed the door as she walked into the living room from the hallway, a bag of his favorite flavor of chicken whizzie freeze dried wings in her hand. Which also happened to be discontinued for the last 4 years. She smirked when she saw him standing there, "you're right. These are delicious."

"Babe, look I know you're mad," he silently gasped when she took another handful and shoved them in her mouth, "but that's no reason to deprive-" he audibly whined when she took another handful, blatantly dropping one on the floor, which their dog was more than happy to snap up, "Aw, c'mon!"

She stared at him for a moment, real sympathy coming into her eyes. "You're right." She held the bag out for him and he zipped over and stuck his fingers in, all the way to the bottom of the bag.

His face fell, "There's nothing in here, Artemis."

"Oh oops," the sympathy dropped from her eyes and she let go of the bag which then slipped off his wrist and hit the floor. The snuffing and grunting of their dog ripping at the shreds of the plastic bag was loud in the wake of his stunned silence.

"You've cut me deep, Crock." She mockingly pouted at him and reached up into his hair to pull him down as she kissed him soundly. He tried to remain motionless but was quickly lost to the feeling of her in his arms. When she pulled away for a second, her smile turned genuine and he realized he didn't taste the signature chocolate habanero flavoring, "wait…"

"They're in a baggie in the pantry, but let that be a lesson. I don't want Watson choking on a chicken bone because you can't clean up after yourself."