I had the latest flight back to D.C. We had wasted most of the day doing not much, just like yesterday. Except for, this time, instead of going to a fancy retirement party at the end of the day I had to catch a plane back to reality. A reality filled with blood, gore, office work, and bureaucratic politics, which were sometimes one in the same.

We arrived at the airport about 45 minutes before the plane was meant to depart, needing time to check-in. The check-in line was a lot shorter then I was expecting, which shouldn't have come as such a big surprise. It was a 9 o'clock flight, and it wasn't a holiday weekend or anything. We stopped at a little coffee shop close to the rows of boarding gates that lined the outside of the airport. I decided to just get decaf, knowing by time I got back home it would be extremely late, and I would go to sleep as soon as I got back in my room.

I grabbed a table at the front of the café, as the back tables were dark and chairs were on top. Will ordered as I took the seat knowing what I wanted. Within a minute Will was sitting next to me.

"Said she'd bring it out," he said referring to the barista behind the counter who was using the cappuccino machine.

"Good. So what flavour muffin did we get?"

"We? I don't know what flavour you got, but I got a choc chip one," I looked at Will opening my mouth slightly in a mock shock.

"Oh really?"

"I guess you can have half of mine."

"Good thing I like choc chip."

"It's a good thing I like you," I smiled and grabbed his hand resting it on the table.

"You're not too bad yourself."

"Glad I can meet your specifications," Will said as the barista brought the two cups over and a plate with the muffin. "Thanks."

"Thank you," I said as she placed the beverages down in front of us. She must have known (or Will told her) we were sharing the muffin, as there were two forks with the plate.

"You're welcome. Enjoy the rest of your night," she said before leaving the table.

"That's going to be difficult," Will said once the woman was out of ear shot.

"We still have a half an hour."

"Until you have to fly the 950 miles back home."

"How about we don't think about that?" I said rubbing his hand. I stabbed the muffin breaking my half into little pieces. Taking a piece on my fork, I put it towards my mouth. "Good choice," I said swallowing the piece.

"Well I am a really great boyfriend."

"I wouldn't know," I said jokingly.

"You're missing out," he said continuing the joke.

"Whoever you are dating, she must be pretty fortunate."

"Nah, I'm the lucky one." I smiled happily while I continue stabbing at the muffin pieces. Will truly was one of the best men I had ever met.

…

We headed to the gate about five or so minutes before boarding. "I wish you didn't have to leave already," Will said as we came to a stop.

"Tell me about it, I feel like I only just got here," I stated as Will placed my bag on the ground. Will pulled me in closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and rested my head on his shoulders. I took in his scent, in the hopes of not forgetting the small details about him, like how his hair parted, or the shade of blue his eyes were. These were the little things that made Will…Will, well to me anyway.

"You did just get here," Will said lifting my chin up with his left thumb. His hands were soft, not rough and calloused like some other men's hands. We looked longingly into each others eyes; I didn't want this moment to end. "But hey, at least I got to see you." After smiling widely for a bit, we started to kiss, heavier then I would in public. I was surprise someone didn't call out 'get a room'.

"So do you think you can come up next weekend?" I asked still holding onto him with my arms around his neck after we stopped kissing.

"Don't think I can Cher," I pulled a face to show my disapproval. "I can't have every weekend off… No matter how much I would like it."

"I know. It's just I know that I'll more than likely have the weekend off, we probably won't get that many cases within in the next two weeks. It's going to be weird having a weekend off and nothing to do."

"Well take it for granted."

"Wish you could be there though," I said glumly.

"Don't think I want to sit behind a desk waiting for the phone to ring, more then I would want to be there with you."

"Well what if you didn't get a case? Would there be much of a reason for me to come down again?"

"I don't know? I would definitely like that though."

"Maybe we'll talk about it later," I said closing the short distance between our faces for a short kiss.

"Call me when you land?" Will asked when our lips separated.

"Absolutely."

"Good," he said kissing me again. "Why did the weekend have to end?" It was more of a rhetorical question, rather than one that needed an answer.

"Because Monday hates us."

"Monday hates everybody."

"That's because everybody hates Mondays. It's a mutual feeling."

"The flight for Washington D.C is ready for boarding, all passengers please make your way to the gate for boarding," the overhead speaker sounded, and I groaned, knowing the weekend was up.

"I'm really starting to hate overhead speakers," I grumbled picking up my bag.

Will followed me over to the boarding gate. I fetched out my ticket ready to hand it to the woman guarding the gate. "Don't forget call me when you get back." Will said moving slowly out of the line.

"I will," I said kissing him quickly on the lips, before I had to give my ticket. "Bye."

"See you soon," it was more of a promise than a goodbye.

A few steps into the boarding gate, I turned back, to get one last look at Will before leaving. Happily he was still waiting there, obviously not moving away until I disappeared around the corner. I moved my hand to my centre and waved a quick final goodbye, which he followed. Almost getting run over by other travellers wanting to get to their seat, I had to turn the corner, and my last glimpse of Will was gone.