Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach

7:25

I pulled the comb through my wet hair with to much force before taking the wet strands and pinning them up in a mock bun. I couldn't help the few flyaway hairs that refused to be held back. I huffed and watched as they fluttered around my face. To late to change it.

I raced into my closet, picking through the racks till I found an outfit worthy of the first day back. I shimmied out of my pajamas and into the skirt and top. I made sure not to mess my hair up more than normal.

I grabbed my keys from the colorful dish by the door before throwing my computer case over my shoulder and high tailing it down the driveway. I would have to grab breakfast.

7:45

I flipped on my turn signal and twisted the wheel, pulling into the underground parking lot. I weaved past all the other cars till I reached my normal parking spot, Ichigo's car packed snuggling in my slot. I huffed in annoyance and rolled down my window, cursing him out so that he could hear me from his spot in the elevator. I could tell that he heard me from the deep chuckle that sounded in the cement parking space.

I munched angrily on my Sonic burrito and supped at my plastic cup as I slowly drove through the isles looking for another free space so close to opening time.

8:00

I flashed my card at the Security Guard and he stopped me with a hand to the midsection. I sighed in annoyance as he perched in my key cards number for confirmation. His muttered thank you only served to further my anger.

8:05

My hands fumbled with my keys as I tried to open my door. The coffee I had bought was cooling in my hands and my shoes were rubbing at my heels. I wanted to know how I ever walked in these things.

Renji raised an eyebrow and opened the door for me. When I thanked him and walked inside he gave me a snort and followed.

"What's gotten into you? Are you eating fast food?"

"I had a whole two weeks of kicking back my feet and laying around a beach house. Do you really think I would want to come back to work? As for the food, what's wrong with Sonic?" I confided, sitting my coffee on a cup holder and flipping my computer on.

"I thought you would be dying to come back, considering your bunk mate." He joked while pointing to the closed door across the hallway and he didnt seem to notice my back tightened at the mention of him. I relaxed as not to give anything away.

"He was fine, I made him sleep on the couch." For a few days. I thought, but I dared not tell him that. "Did the work pile up too bad?"

"Naw."

I quickly shooed him away so he couldn't see the blood pooling in my cheeks.

9:30

I handed over the papers and sighed notes from our trip. The Commander told me good job and wrote out a personal check in my name. He informed me that he contacted my brother to tell him of my wonderful work. I hopped brother thought so too.

On my way out a kissed the check. This was my ticket to full time.

10:30

I finished all of my paperwork and stood to get another cup of coffee. The brake rooms mixer was much simpler than the one on the island, and for that I was thankful, but the tingling on the back of my neck distracted me and made me tilt my head and look over my shoulder.

Ichigo was leaning over the breakfast bar with a woman, a secretary i think, chatting animatedly next to him. His eyes grazed her head and locked with mine. He winked and I snorted.

11:00

I took a seat at the nearest table to eat lunch. Momo joined me and whenever she asked me questions, I answered to the best of my abilities. I had to slip a few lies in, like what happened when we got locked in the spa together. She thought that was funny.

As she went off on a tangent about her new boyfriend, I peeked around her head to the man with his back to me, eating a store bought salad. Almost as if he could tell I was looking at him, his shoulders loosened and his head tilted to the side. Before he could get a good look, my eyes flashed back to Momo.

I could tell he was smirking from across the cafeteria.

12:00

The damn printer was stuck again. I kicked at it with my high toed shoes but that only caused pain for me.

"Work. You. Ugly. Butt!" I smacked its lid and it buzzed to life. I let out a cry of joy before covering my mouth and hoping that nobody would walk past and wonder.

"Pretty proud of yourself?"

I spun around and noted Ichigo relaxing lightly on the doorframe, a folder or two tucked under his arm. I also noticed the snug fitting vest he wore.

"I am thank you." I declared, raising my chin up high before going back to my business with the printer. He recrossed his arms and sat back onto the counter next to me. He leaned down as if to say something.

"I don't know about you, but I'm missing our morning margaritas." I laughed, and smacked his arm when I accidentally pressed the wrong button. He fixed it quickly and went back to lounging around like he didn't have a thing to do. "Felt you watching me in the lunchroom."

"What? I didn't even see you." I knew that he knew that I was lying but hey, it was fun to tease him. A small smirk tugged that the corner of his lips and mine followed suit.

12:30

I strutted out of the printing room, the papers tucked to my side. I licked my thumb to fix my smeared lipstick and then moved on to straitening my pencil skirt and readjusting my blouse. Ichigo swaggered out after me, his hair mussed and my red lipstick made his lips look almost a ruby hue.

"That lip color looks just fabulous on you. Really brings out your eyes." I said. He chuckled and padded up next to me, working on fixing the buttons of his vest. I pinned my hair back so the rumpled hairstyle would somewhat resembled how it looked before Ichigo had his way with it.

"I had better fix that." He licked his lips and while I wanted to laugh, I kept my face stiff as we passed Security. They did a double take at Ichigo, but when the spotted him a second time, all traces of red had been wiped from his lips.

"I think we might just pull this off."

"That we might."

We both turned to our respective doors and as I walked in could feel his eyes on me. I took the heel of my shoe and grabbed the doors bottom, flicking my ankle and smiling as the door slammed shut with a perfect bang.

~Fin~