Okie dokie. So. I kinda went out on a limb with this chapter. But tell me what you think. Enjoy!



Bitches

Again, Chuck let herself be roped into another investigation with Ned and Emerson. Except this time, Olive had joined them as well. Chuck didn't know how she felt about this, still being slightly upset with her for toying with her emotions, no matter how unintentional they were, as well as being embarrassed for kissing her in the first place.

She couldn't help but notice how cute Hallie Hundin was when she opened the door to her home. Chuck looked at her blankly from behind large sunglasses, Digby in a harness at her side.

"Can I help you?" Hallie asked, her voice floating through the air.

"Um," Chuck said dumbly, "I wanted to talk to you about seeing-eye dogs?"

"Oh, okay. Come on in."

Chuck wandered into Hallie's home, tapping her cane in front of her as Digby pulled her inside. "You have a very lovely home," she said before catching herself, "it feels lovely." She ran into a wall, trying to be convincing and sniffed the wallpaper, "And it smells lovely. Do you use an air purifier?"

"It helps with the dander," Hallie said watching Chuck as she stumbled into a chair, "How did you lose your sight?"

Chuck thought a moment before answering, "I was cleaning out the kitty litter and I got cat sand in my eye. Horrible infection, very sad – "

"I know you're not blind," Hallie interrupted with a soft smile.

Chuck sighed and removed the glasses, "Oh, thank you, I feel awful doing that."

"It was humiliating for both of us," she said, still smiling. Without the glasses, Chuck was able to get a better look at the woman. She was cute, lacking the beauty of Olive, but still cute.

"So, why are you really here?" the dog trainer asked as she took a seat across from Chuck.

"I'm here about Harold."

"Oh," Hallie said, already getting choked up. Seeing the woman's distress, Chuck rushed over to her, putting her arm around her shoulders comfortingly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you," Chuck said.

"No, it's fine," she said sniffing and dabbing her eyes with a tissue, leaning slightly into Chuck's body, "What do you want to know?"

"What happened to Bubblegum?"

"Simone backed up over her."

"Bubblegum's dead? I was looking forward to being surrounding her in white light and positive energy. I wasn't quite sure how to do that but at least I could dog sit or take it for a walk in the park."

"That's really sweet of you," Hallie said looking at Chuck. Their eyes met and Chuck blushed, looking over at Digby as she cleared her throat nervously.

"Bubblegum was a good dog," she continued, eyes never leaving Chuck's face, "very affectionate. When she was feeling lonely she would cuddle up next to you. She knew how to make you feel loved. It was nice. Especially since sharing Harold with my other sister-wives didn't really leave a lot of time for cuddling and such."

Chuck nodded, rubbing Hallie's arm soothingly, "I understand. It's hard when your affections aren't always returned by the one you want them most returned by."

Hallie nodded and inched closer to Chuck, her hand resting on her thigh. The hand burned into Chuck's flesh, but it wasn't completely unpleasant. "Sometimes you just need someone else who will cuddle with you when you need to cuddle," Hallie said shrugging cutely.

Chuck smiled, "Yeah. Yeah, I guess you do."

Hallie looked down at her hands and back up at Chuck shyly. "I know we just met, and I'm being awfully forward," she said looking up at the brunette, "but I need to cuddle. And I think you do too."

Nodding timidly, Chuck let Hallie put her arms around her waist, her head resting in the crook of the Dead Girl's neck, carefully, she kissed her neck. Hallie sighed in contentment, angling her face, touching their lips softly together. And for the first time in a long time, Chuck felt wanted.