It was morning; Kate was woken up by a bang against her bedroom window. It was 6:00am on her alarm clock. As tired as she was, she got out of the bed.

Once in the kitchen, she opened the cupboard to get her cup, as she does she notices Rick's missing shirt.

Kate begins to realize that she isn't breathing.

Breathe, Kate! She thought, repeatedly.

Staring at it was very painful for Kate but she couldn't stop staring at it.

It was their all time favorite shirt when they were together as just partners before they actually got together in the real world.

It was still her favorite shirt and it brought good memories, she would sometimes wear it just to tease him in her or his apartment.

Kate remembers it like it was just yesterday but it wasn't. It had been six ½ long months since they had last seen each other.

Rick woke up in bed and looked out of the window. Outside was still dark but he could hear birds singing.

He listened to the birds' singing for half an hour.

He decided he had enough of avoiding not writing his newest book called 'Heat Run.'

He makes his second coffee of the morning then walked to his office. He opened his laptop staring at the screen, as a picture of Kate comes into the background.

He sighed loudly.

Rick began to type the words that he most feared.

'Heat found out Rook kept a secret about who was behind the murders of people that they were involved in.'

He stopped typing then and looks up. He thought he heard something in his apartment. Listens for a good while but no noise.

Kate looked at her watch. It was 8:30am; she turns a way from it.

'How long have I been staring at his shirt?' Kate thought, as she blushed.

She closes her eyes. As she opens them, she was looking at the shirt.

Kate takes the shirt and holds it against her chest. It still had his scent all over it.

She had forgotten how good he smelt.

It was so good the scent of him that she felt warm and safe again. She hadn't felt that way since she last saw him.

'It feels like he never even left the apartment,' Kate thought, sadly.

She put down the shirt on the kitchen counter, makes another cup of coffee.

She still can smell his scent on her own hands as she starts to slip slowly. Without realizing the coffee was too hot, she spits it straight back into the cup.

Her mouth is stinging like crazy but it wouldn't stop her to do anything.

I am still new at writing stories. I am writing two more chapters of this story. Hope you like this chapter. This story is to all the people who have disabilities.

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