"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god." Lanie probably said it about a million times by the time she got back home. She was giddy with, what, joy. That was hardly what she was feeling. She wanted to tell someone. She needed to tell someone, she didn't go to work until A) a dead body showed up or B) tomorrow, and that wasn't soon enough. Hell, she would go kill someone herself if that meant telling somebody. She tried to rack her brain at anyone who would be up, or willing to listen to her. It's wasn't that late it was just who would be as excited as she was. She couldn't think of any one so she had to bear this secret until tomorrow. Lanie sighed then began her 'Oh my god's again. Her stomach felt like it was full of bubbles. Very, very hot bubbles. Lanie pulled out her phone when she was home and dialed the only number she knew that could possibly calm her down. Well calm her to a different kind of bubbles. Thank god he answered the phone,

"Hey chicka. How you doing?"

"Could be doing better." She purred and there was a bit of silence on the other side of the phone.

"I'll be there in ten minutes." She smiled into the receiver as he hung up.

Martha looked at the time for about the hundredth time and finally gave in and smiled. "Alexis I am 99 percent sure we get the house tonight." Alexis came around to look at her gram and then at the clock.

"I was expecting that."

"Hard not to. I'm such a terrible mother. He was easy prey." She took another sip of her drink and Alexis couldn't help but smirk.

"I hear it runs in the family." Alexis too took another sip of her glass.

"I just hope tomorrow they remember it's only Tuesday." Alexis giggled at that one.

"I know what book is going on the restricted shelf after it is printed." Martha gave a small laugh.

"Oh honey that would be on the restricted shelf even for the book store."

"I'd doubt Detective Beckett would let that all going into his book." Martha silenced herself with another sip. Unconsciously Martha again looked at the clock."Gram, are you waiting for someone?"

"No. Why would you assume that?"

"Well the clock isn't going to fall off the wall anytime soon so I think you're okay." Martha looked back over and smiled.

"You're right. I guess I feel, I don't know, worried. Worried he's going to come home to tell us that she is just toying with him."

"I doubt that. Unless that is a very good dinner, like you said, he isn't coming back tonight." Martha sighed and took another drink.

"Shouldn't you be packing up the last of your things? Come on." Marta held out her arm and lead Alexis to her room to help her out with the finishing touches of her room. "It's going to very different with you off to college."

"Hopefully for the better."