Lulubelle09 Challenge: "Babe I need a favor… I need you to marry me."

A/N: The challenge is hers, the characters belong to Janet. But the Gilmore's and Kirk belong to Amy Sherman-Palladino. I just borrowed them for a chapter or two. So this concept was still running through my brain and I thought I would write another version on this challenge but this is not a one-shot but a multi-chapter and this is A/U.

Chapter 12

SPOV

"You can use the time you spend here to figure out your dreams and how to achieve them. While you are here you will be living rent free, plus you will be getting a percentage of the fee that we will be charging the government when the case is completed. Therefore, you will have some money to help make your dreams become a reality. This doesn't have to be a bad situation Babe, we will make it work out for you, I promise." Those words that Carlos spoke to me earlier tonight haunted me.

However, for now I am curled up in the guest bedroom, I called out of work for a personal day and tomorrow the guys at RangeMan go and help me pack my apartment.

I am wake for most of the night my mind taunting me with questions; what do I want? What are my dreams? At this point, I do not know I don't think I have ever known.

It has have always tried to do what was expect of me; go to school, get married, have 2.5 kids, live forever and ever in the 'Burg. So that is what I tried to do, I went to school granted my grades weren't that great but I went. I got married to my the guy my mother picked for me, again that didn't work out to well, it worked out great for the Dickester and Slut-o-rama. With that disaster I didn't get to have the 2.5 kids (I want to know how you pop out a half a kid, I mean I get the 2 portion of 2.5 but that .5 always had me wondering? And what half is it that you pop out? Top? Bottom? The left side of the kid? Or the right side? What the hell couldn't I just round up and have 3 or round down and have 2? Poor .5 kid he or she is gonna have one hell of a life.)

Is doing what's expect of you suppose to get you that happy feeling? That feeling of exhilaration that I got when I tried to fly when I was a kid off the roof of my parents house? How do you juggle that of what others wants/needs in with your own? Does it have to be an either/or situation?

Hell on top of all this soul searching and philosophizing, his words isn't the only thing about today that is running rampant in thoughts. I think it's a repeat of what I was thinking earlier today. What was with my mother? She has never accosted me in front of Daddy. It wouldn't have been proper to behave in such a way in front of a stranger. She was brutal tonight; I wonder what Daddy and Grandma are handling her.

I toss, I turn, I think, repeat; I toss, I turn, I think, repeat, it's an evil cycle. This is how I spend the night no rest for the wicked. Oh and am I having wicked thoughts of Mr. Mocha. Closing my eyes and I can visualize him in his boxers, I can still feel his lips on mine from our kiss at our non-wedding. Within the same thoughts of his physicality, I can see the man behind the muscle. He stood up to my monster, my mother he is spectacular..

This is all too much, I have to get to sleep as I look at the clock, it's 2 in the morning. If I fall asleep now I can get maybe 6 hours of sleep. If that isn't enough sleep then dear, beautiful caffeine should do the trick. I close my eyes one more time and will my brain to denial land for the remainder of the evening.

I am blessed out in the world of the Sandman, I feel something on my cheek, I swat it away. I feel it again so I snuggle down into the bed and pull the comforter tighter around me. I hear a chuckle, "Babe, its 8:30 it's time to get up."

"No, too early go back to bed." UGH, sleep good.

"No Babe, it's time to get up so that we can get you packed and moved in." he pulls at the comforter.

"Later, sleep now, pack later." The comforter was ripped from my body, this is so not happening.

"Go Away!"

"No, get up." He ordered.

"Listen you may be the head honcho here, and you may be my pretend husband but I'll be damn if you're gonna tell me I can't sleep some more. I had a shit night and barely got any sleep, so fuck off and let me sleep some more." I took the comforter back from his grasp and curled back into bed. Sleep what was so hard for him to understand that I just wanted a little more sleep.

For the second time this morning the comforter was ripped from me, I was thrown over his shoulder and he continued to walk towards the bathroom. He opened the shower door sat me down on the seat in there, walked out but not before turning on the cold water.

"SON OF A BITCH! Who in the fuck do you think you are?" I was in full-blown rhino mode. He left the bathroom without acknowledging anything I said.

He wants me up, well I'm up now, fucker and I am going to take my sweet ass time getting ready! He will not order me around, I had enough of that from my mother, I will not take it from my non-husband. Asshole! Hour and twenty minutes later I walk out washed, shaved, plucked, lotioned, painted (Yup even did my nails), my hair beautifully conquered and dressed. I look at him hoping I can give the 'Burg death glare, then I speak "Since you ever so charmingly woke me this morning, I will accept an apology breakfast."

The left corner of his lips rose, "Ella left you a something in the oven. You now have 10 minutes to eat, I suggest you hurry."

"You do realize I am not one of your men, right?"

"Oh Babe, I realize your not a man, but you are here for a case, a case that you agreed to work on for me. You will be getting paid for this job, therefore I am your boss. And this job has a deadline, and I will do whatever is necessary to complete this job, even if that means using creative means to get you up for the day."

I turn sharply and head to the kitchen to eat when I hear his next 'command' "8 minutes."

What happened to the guy who stood up for me? What happened to the guy I spent yesterday with? What have I gotten myself involved in, FUCK!