Written from Walt's perspective. Predicting what will happen in episode two, "Of Children and Travelers", and what I would love to see.

Undercover! I never had a need to go undercover because everyone knows me. I laugh to myself. I don't want to do this but with Branch in the hospital I am the only viable option. The Ferg, flat out refused to partner with Vic saying no one would believe that he and Vic are, in fact, were a couple. He's got a point so, tag I'm it.

Vic is pissed because Ferg and I sorta fought about it neither one of us wanting to do it. I can't blame her but it's the inconvenience of being undercover more than partnering with her. She protests but not too much. She's a little cute when she's mad.

Obviously, we can't go undercover in a Sheriff's truck. Vic offered up Sean's truck since he is still out of town. I hurry and put a small overnight bag together and wait at my cabin for Vic to pick me up. I wait on the porch as the sun begins it's slow and reluctant journey to the other side of the earth. The red hues make the sky look a bit angry. I hear ya sky I hear ya. I'm not too happy about this either. Pretending to be married to Vic is a role I am not comfortable playing because I am afraid I will be comfortable doing it. I am anxious.

The headlights from the Dually crack the skyline as Vic approaches my cabin. I stand-up, grab my small duffle and walk over to the passenger side as Vic hops out of the truck. "Hey, Walt." She smiles as she throws me the keys. ""Were supposed to be married, right? That means you're driving bub." She starts laughing out loud and jumps in the passenger seat. "Hey don't stand there with your dick in your hands. Let's go."

I walk over to the driver's side thinking she is having too much fun with this. I pull myself into the cab of the truck, open the blow plugs, wiat for the red light and start the heavy duty diesel. My left hand is on the streering wheel and I look over at Vic who is smiling with her Ropers up on the dash.

"I'm just messing with you, Walt because if I don't I'm going to freak out a bit. This whole thing isn't sitting to well with Sean." I sit in silence just listening to her and starting to feel like an ass because I never thought of how Sean would feel. I am just wrapped up in my own anxiety because I like this woman. I want to spend time with her. She is a constant surprise. Like now, this vulnerability, is something she only shows me. No one else gets the privilege. It's quiet in the cab of the truck and I have to admit to myself that I hate being in another man's truck pretending to be married to his woman. A singe of jealousy permeates my brain but I don't have a right to be jealous.

Vic cracks the silence is a soft voice, "You ready to be Mr. Moretti?"

I laugh, a full laugh, which she delights in. "That will be the day."

Vic punches my arm like an old pal, "Glad I made you laugh." As pull out to head to the road, Vic says, "Walt, you're supposed to be my husband right?"

I just look over at her.

"Where's your wedding ring? Did you wear one with Martha."

"Yeah. Yeah I did."

There was just the sound of the Cummins diesel as we made our way down the highway. A million thoughts are pulsing through my mind about wearing a ring. This is undercover work so yeah I should wear one but it took me a year just to take my ring off of my finger after Martha's murder. There's no way I'm going to put it on and pretend with Vic. I will never disrespect my wife. I was true in life and I will be true in her death.

"Vic"….I trail…searching for words. I rub my unshaven jaw

"Walt, listen, I don't want to be weird or anything. I may not have the world's best marriage but I'm not a total bitch you know. I went by Sarah's thrift store and bought a cheapie set of rings. I guessed your ring size. What are you a 10? "She thrust the plastic bag from Sarah's toward me. She put on a cheap gold colored plain band on her left ring finger. She flipped on the dome light and looked at the ring and waved all 5 of her fingers at me and I was kinda glad she didn't wave at me like Mathias.

I opened the bag and took out the ring. I paused and glanced over at Vic and slid the ring on. It fit over my cracked knuckles and fit perfectly on my left hand. I put the bag between us and we didn't utter a word for the next 10 miles. She broke the silence first.

"I don't want work to ruin our friendship. I mean we are undercover for a reason, right, so let's just get these motherfuckers."

"k"

She is right, of course. I'm off balance and I know she senses it. Deep down inside, in the part I never let anyone see or know about, I want these rings to be real. I want her to be mine.