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Jaimie wakes up to her alarm clock going off the next morning and has to close her eyes against the wave of dizziness she feels as she sits up. Shaking the feeling away, she turns off the alarm and stretches her arms above her head. She looks over her shoulder at Dean, who's still fast asleep, and smiles before getting up and pulling on her bathrobe. She walks downstairs to the kitchen, pulling her hair back into a ponytail and inhaling the scent of fresh coffee like oxygen before her stomach begins to turn. Stopping, she puts a hand on the counter and breathes deeply, waiting for it to pass when the phone rings.
"Hello?" she asks, her voice a bit feeble.
"Hello, is this Jaimie Carson?"
Jaimie stands straighter at the man's voice, "Yes, it is. What can I help you with?"
"Mrs. Carson, I'm sorry to be calling you so early. This is Micheal Tomaso, you've heard of me from the Travis family."
"Of course," Jaimie says, breathing out a sigh, "You're their adoption agent."
"I prefer the term broker myself," he chuckles.
"Mr. Tomaso," Jaimie begins.
"Please, just Michael," he interrupts.
"Michael. Thank you so much for agreeing to meet with my husband and me."
"You're quite welcome, but, I hope you know that adopting a child this way is very difficult, and it's usually quite tiring."
"Oh, yes, I understand," she says emphatically, holding her hand up to silence Dean as he walks into the kitchen, "Which is why, well, that is…"
"Yes Mrs. Carson?"
"Oh please Michael, just Jaimie," she says.
"Jaimie then."
"You see, my husband and I want quite a few children, but we know that; even with just one, we're going to need help. I don't suppose you could recommend us a nanny service, could you?"
"I may be able to do you one better than that," he says smoothly.
Jaimie can almost hear the wheels turning in his head and the dollar signs spinning in his eyes and she looks at Dean, mouthing; 'Tomaso.'
"Of course, I'll have to have a meeting with the both of you first, run some background checks, things like that," he finishes.
"Oh, right. Of course," Jaimie returns, sticking out a thumbs up to Dean, who nods his head and leaves the room, cell phone in hand; "Well, I would like that to be done as soon as possible. I'm quite anxious you know," she laughs lightly.
"Right," Tomaso chuckles, "Does tonight work for you then?"
"Tonight?" Jaimie asks as Dean comes back into the kitchen, "Just one moment so I can make sure my husband will be home," she pulls the phone away from her ear slightly, "Dean? It's the adoption agent, he's willing to meet with us tonight."
Dean walks over and places his hand on her back, letting his voice carry over the phone line, "Well, I have that dinner meeting with Kincade, but I can reschedule it for tomorrow," he says smoothly, "When would he like to meet us sweetheart?"
"Michael?" she asks, bringing the phone back to her mouth, "All we need is a time and a place," her voice is breathless with excitement.
"Wonderful. Now, I understand that you have moved in next door to the Travis'? If it works for you, I could stop by around; say, seven tonight?"
"Seven sounds perfect."
"Then I'll see you tonight. Oh, Jaimie, I'll need your maiden name for the background checks."
"Smith," she answers easily.
"Jaimie Smith," he returns and Jaimie can hear a pen scratching in the background, "Thank you. And see you tonight."
"Tonight then."
Jaimie hangs up and smirks at Dean, "At this rate, we'll be able to go home within the week."
Dean's heart drops into his stomach, but he smiles at Jaimie and nods his head before looking at the clock on the wall of 'their' kitchen.
"We better get going," is all he says.
Jaimie frowns, watching Dean's retreating back, but shakes herself out of it. He must be as anxious to get back to their world as she is.
'But what if he's not? What if he wants to stay here with you, just like this?' asks a little voice inside her head.
Jaimie shakes her head at the thought, Dean couldn't stand rich people; he didn't want to stay here with them.
'What if he just wants to stay with you?' comes the voice again.
Jaimie's thoughts are a whirl as she climbs up the stairs to the bathroom and shower. Her stomach and head start to feel better as the steam begins to fill the room. She showers quickly, wanting to talk to Dean; but he's already gone when she gets out of the shower. She dresses, trying not to think about Dean's strange reaction from this morning. Making her way back into the kitchen, she spies a note on the table and picks it up quickly.
'Jaimie—Michelle called while you were in the shower, you don't need to pick up Connor on your way into school today. He's home sick. And Carter called; he wants to come over tonight and talk to us. I told him six o'clock. I'll be back around 5:30.—Dean'
Jaimie frowns over the note as she grabs her bag and coat. Dean usually calls her 'babe' or 'hun'. Something must be wrong with him, but she can't figure out what it could be. Her thoughts are turbulent as she steps out of the house and locks the front door behind her.
Suddenly, there's a hand over her mouth and she can smell chloroform. She tries to fight, but the chloroform knocks her out cold and she goes limp as darkness takes over.
