CHAPTER 10:

"So these surprises, what are they?" James asked curiously, eyeing down Cooper's large bag that he had set on the table.

"Open it." Cooper called out from the bathroom. James peered over the bag. It was packed full, and it was awfully heavy. James walked over to it and began slowly unzipping the leather bag. In it, were several weapons, including and RPG and an AK-47. James was astounded that Cooper had been able to put in this much firepower into one bag. Cooper walked over into the room. "Was it a good surprise?"

"How the hell did you get all that into here?"

"I'm a good packer." Cooper replied, taking out his RPG. "If anyone tries to come in here who isn't supposed to, man they are going to get it."

"Isn't an RPG a little too much boom?" James asked.

"Yeah just a bit. That's why I have this." Cooper proceeded to pull out a Desert Eagle. James was glad Cooper had brought his guns. At least now they could properly 'take care of' this Erica woman once and for all.

"Hey James." Cooper called out from the dark living room. It was now dark and the two men had decided to get some shut eye.

"Yeah?"

"So…what do you think of Fiona?"

"What do I…think of her? Uh…she's smart, especially with technology. That's obvious. She can be nice, if she likes you…why do you ask?"

"Well…she kissed me the other day."

"She kissed you?" James exclaimed. He sat up in bed.

"Yeah she did. She had asked me if I had a girlfriend and I said no, I wasn't interested and so I asked her if she had a boyfriend or if she liked anyone. She kept talking about this one dude and then she was gonna whisper his name in my ear when the next thing I knew she was kissing me."

"Do you like her?"

"That's the thing, I'm not really into all that relationship stuff, but she likes me."

"Dude…you might as well…"

"This coming from the guy who just got married…" Cooper pointed out.

"Oh funny. I'm serious though; if a girl likes you, go for it." James said, falling back on his pillows. Cooper let out a long sigh.

"I don't know…I'll sleep on it."

A Few Days Later…

"Fiona! Let's go! My appointment is for two-thirty! It's now one fifty!" Jen shouted. Fiona hurriedly grabbed her purse off of the counter and grabbed her keys from Cooper's key rack. Her hair was still damp from taking a shower and she had no time to put on any make up whatsoever. She went outside where Jen was waiting, locking the door behind her.

"Satisfied? I look like crap." Fiona complained.

"You're fine." Jen muttered in reply as they walked toward the parking garage.

"Oh and I'm driving."

"Uh no you're not."

"Yes, I am. The last time I was with you, you almost ran over a guy. Not happening again. I'm driving. And, your Mini stands out like a sore thumb." Fiona answered, unlocking her Camaro.

"Fine. You drive. But on the way back we are getting ice cream." Jen ordered.

"Ice cream? Sounds good to me. I'm glad you're craving good things. My mum apparently had cravings for pickles. Maybe that's why I hate them?"

"Who knows? Nature's weird that way."

Fiona and Jen arrived at a very busy downtown London. Traffic was backed up and people were crowding the streets.

"Great." Jen moaned. She hated daytime traffic.

"Well if your doctor wasn't in such a crowed place…"

"Oh shut up and pay attention."

"Yeah ok passenger seat driver." Fiona quickly pulled into the let hand lane to park down on a side street, about a block away from Dr. Little's practice. She drove down the street and easily parked as there were no other cars around.

"Why are we parked so far away?"

"So I can get out of here later." Fiona replied, cutting the loud voracious engine of her 1974 Camaro.

"Great, make me walk, why don't you?"

"Stop whining. I know you're preggers and all but seriously, shut up." Fiona said irately.

"Fine." Jen sighed as the two of them began walking towards their destination. A few minutes later, Jen suddenly stopped, clutching onto her stomach. Fiona kept walking until she realised that Jen was not beside her.

"Jen? Are you all…?" Jen lurched over into someone's garden and threw up. Fiona turned away in disgust. "I don't know you. I'm just the kind stranger who stopped to help you." Jen finished retching and stood beside Fiona.

"Sorry…morning sickness. It happens."

"Jen, it's like quarter after two in the afternoon!"

"It can happen throughout the day." Jen said as she started walking again. "Come on, I'd like to get there early enough so that he might take me in quicker."

"He?" Fiona lengthened her stride to catch up with Jen, who was now walking fairly fast.

"Yes, Dr. Little is a man."

"Well I would have thought that maybe…I mean isn't it a little weird…"

"What are you talking about?"

"What kind of doctor is this guy? Is he just a general doctor or…"

"Oh you blithering twit, he's a gynaecologist and obstetrician. What is your problem?" Jen shouted. Fiona bit her lip and wished she had never said anything.

"I just thought that it would be awkward…I mean most gynaecologists are women and for a good reason. I mean you're kind of exposed down there and…"

"Shut up. Why are you so paranoid all of sudden? God, it's annoying. He's been my doctor for ten years. If you think that because he's up in my 'space' that I'm somehow romantically involved…you're so wrong. Besides, the man is gay."

"Oh…yeah I am going to shut up now. After you." Fiona stuttered, holding the door to the doctor's office open for Jen. Jen shook her head and went inside. She knew Fiona was slightly paranoid but that was utterly ridiculous.

Fiona hated doctors' offices. She hated the smell, the noises, and the overall atmosphere of the waiting room. Surrounded by sick people coughing, sneezing, and itching. At least Dr. Little's office was not so bad, the waiting room was full of pregnant women and babies. Fiona took this time to take out her laptop and try to get a fix on Erica's position using the cell phone number that James got the text message from. As she typed in the number, Jen got called to see the doctor for her appointment. Fiona figured she would be at least twenty minutes. She hoped that would be all the time she needed to track down Erica Dane's location.