A/N: I am sorry for the long wait. With classes all five days of the week and one every other Saturday, my schedule is certainly full. I will definitely have to remember fit some writing time in if I can.

I know this is a very short chapter, but it's better than nothing. I seem to be having a tad bit of writer's block for this story.

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Insomnia

Tim stretched out on the couch on his side, staring at his living room wall as it bathed in the glow from the street light just across the road. It was nearly midnight and he was having a serious case of insomnia. Alice had left hours ago to get his paperwork filed back at the office, leaving Tim by himself for the first time in days. It was an unsettling feeling.

"I never thought I would have to get used to being alone again." Tim called out to the empty room. He had no television to rot his brain enough to make him tired. No computer to keep him occupied so the hours didn't seem as long. In a nutshell, it was dreadful.

A passing car with sub-woofers loud enough to vibrate the whole room prompted Tim to stand up and retreat through the dining room into the kitchen. He had been told that he'd have to snoop through the cabinets to figure out where everything was. Now seemed like a good time to do that. Flipping on the light above the sink, Tim settled down on the floor to work on the drawers and cabinets on either side of the oven.

"Simple..." Tim muttered to himself as he set aside a large, metal colander thirty minutes later. He had all six drawers and both cabinets emptied, having moved on to categorizing everything into three groups: Simple, Complex, and What the Hell is This? Tim was surprised that the Simple and Complex piles were balancing out. Someone on the team that stocked up the house was obviously a dilettante in the kitchen. Tim had spent the first ten minutes building up those two groups when a strange item prompted Tim to create a pile of items he had no idea how to use. Thankfully, that particular pile was small. It only held four items. But there was enough for Tim to decide that he'd leave them out on the kitchen table after he cleaned up and would ask Alice about them the next time he saw her. They may be used to make something regional.

Tim decided to call it quits, though, when he spent three minutes wondering why the FBI agents put a caulking gun in the kitchen cabinet before he realized that it was Jumbo Jerky Works gun. Whoever bought the awkward hunk of plastic clearly had insomnia, because Tim only knew what the thing was from early morning infomercials. It didn't take Tim long to clean everything up and he was soon heading to the room he had picked to be his bedroom.

Stretching out on his temporary bed, just until he was able to go out to get one of his liking, Tim decided that it was time to continue the old game he played in his DC apartment. Count the cracks in the ceiling and see how high he could get before a noise outside was loud enough to catch his attention. He last high score was twenty.