(Disclaimer: Not mine. It all belongs to the good folks at NBC.)
(Note: Before someone asks me - I am not trying to spam ff net It might seem like I am - but I just have a backlog of fics that were never posted to this account.)
What the hell did I just do? I haven't seen my first wife in years. I haven't even spared Gwen a thought in a long time. But this morning, apparently, my half-asleep brain seemed to think everything had rewound to back over twenty years ago. In Baltimore. And when the alarm went off, I greeted the woman beside me like she was Gwen.
Did I ever mention Olivia can be slightly frightening when she's pissed off? Really pissed off - not just putting on a show in the box. I have a feeling she could bounce me from here to Jersey and back, right now. She looks calm, almost - which isn't a good sign - the calm before the storm.
"What the hell, John?" She demands, furiously, the calm look shattering.
Ah. Not a good sign. At all.
