Author's Note: Well, this took longer then I wanted to ... apologies for that.


Stepping in the library was definitely the last thing Duncan would ever do. If one of his friends (especially Geoff) saw him walking in, he would never hear the end of it. Luckily, none of them hang out nowhere near the library is. Duncan needed to do this. He needed to confirm this.

So, taking a deep breath, Duncan pushed the door wide open; the smell almost made Duncan throw-up instantly. He walked down the main entrance lobby, until he reach the front desk. There was a small silver coloured bell, to ring for service. Duncan rang the bell a couple of times.

The worker at the desk turned around. "I hear you. Stop ringing the bell—" but stopped and looked Duncan right into his eyes. "It's you?"

Duncan let out a small groan when he saw ... her. "Bridgette."

Bridgette let out a small huff. Both of her arms rested against the sides of her waist. "What the hell are you even doing here?" She ask, the tone of her voice whisper enough for Duncan to hear her.

"What? Can a guy read once in a while?" Duncan said with a smirk on his face. His body leaned over slightly, and his arm prompted onto the black coloured desk.

"The only thing you read is either a take-out menu, or a CD cover," Bridgette replies to Duncan's comment.

"Fine. If you must know, I'm looking for something ..." Duncan had to think what he was going to say? Since she was dating his roommate, he needed to make sure Bridgette didn't open her mouth. "Yes or no—dose this place keep news articles?"

Bridgett raised her eyebrows. "Depends? How how dated back?"

"Ten years ago."

Bridgette paused for a minute before finally saying, "come with me." She lifted the desk panel and walked down in the heart of the library, where a door from the end, was located. Bridgette jiggle the keys until she found the right one and opened the door. "What are you looking for, is in here." She opened the door wide and got inside; Duncan immediately went inside and lock the door.

"Wait here." Bridgette open another door and went inside; a few moments later, she came out with a beaten down brown coloured box that was tearing and the lid looked like it lid been duck taped so many times.

"That's a small box," Duncan questioned. He pulled the box towards him.

"That's because years ago, there a flood here and many news articles were destroyed," Bridgette said. "Anyways, my boss doesn't like non-workers in here, so you only have a couple of minutes."

"That is all I need," Duncan said.

"I'll be back." Bridgette left the room. Duncan continued to room through the box.

As he flipped through the pages, Duncan quickly glanced at the main article. "Not this one." He put it to the side. "And this one, too." Duncan needed to do this quickly before Bridgette comes back. "Wait a minute." He stopped when he read the top articles. "This is ... this is it."

Duncan could hear foot steps, so he grabbed his phone and took a quick snap and immediately threw it into the messing articles that were scatter all over the table; the door then suddenly opened. It was Bridgette.

"You need to go. My boss is coming," she said. And Duncan immediately went out of the door and Bridgette closed it shut.

He slide his phone into his pants pocket and immediately started to walk, before saying, "if you tell Geoff about this, I will denied it." And left.

A thank-you would've been nice... Bridgette watched Duncan walked away. She immediately opened the door and almost had a mini heart attack when she saw the messed up papers ... "I seriously can't with him,"


Courtney stared at her computer for a good solid ten minutes, by this time, her eyes were starting to hurt from the bright screen. Can this day get any slower, she thought.

Suddenly, the work phone that was on her desk was ringing "Courtney Davis."

"Courtney," a familiar voice that Courtney knew very well.

"Hey Dad," Courtney replies. "What did I tell you about calling me during work."

"I'm just calling you to ask if you're coming over tonight?"

"What's the occasion?"

The only time her dad ever calls, is when there is an event happening at his place.

"I'd—you're good."

Courtney signed, saying, "I have to go now, Dad. I have to finish up a report. I'll talk to you later. Bye." And hanged up the phone before she could hear a response. Her face buried inside her hands, while her elbows prompted up at her desk.

"Ms Davis."

Courtney immediately snap right back and looked up at her assistant. "Yes," she ask. "What is is, Kyla."

"This just came in." Kyla handed a manila-folder to Courtney, to which she immediately opened it.

Reading quickly, Courtney reply, "I thought this wasn't due until next's week?"

"I'm sorry, Ms Davis. This just arrived a few minutes. If you would like, I can call the company and ask if they'll postpone it?"

"No need." Courtney closed the folder. She got up from her desk. "Kyla, call the company and tell them I'll be there soon."

"Understood, Ms Davis. Do you want me to call you a cab while I'm on the phone?" Kyla ask.

"There will be no need. The company only a twenty-minute walk. And, beside, I need need some fresh air, anyways," Courtney said, grabbing her jacket, scarf and her chevron leather purse "Kyla, if any calls come for me, tell them I'll be back within a few hours." And walked out of her office.


"Here's another one." Trent dropped unopened box near Duncan's feet. "It's the last one."

Duncan glared at his co-worker with an evil eye. "You said that with the other previous box's."

"Just put the rest of the CD's before the boss chews you out, again." Trent walked out away, to another section of the store.

He is seriously getting in my last nerve, Duncan thought while ripping the clear tape wrapped around the unopened box and lifted the lid right off. There it was. More CD's to stack. There not paying me enough to do this, he picked up on CD at a time, and began to place them in alphabetical order. It took a good half an hour, but Duncan finally finish putting them away.

"I'm going on my break," Duncan yelled across from the store, just before his boss could say anything, he went outside of the store. "Finally ..." pulled out small box of cigarettes and light one up. "Could day get anymore slower." As he walked down the sidewalk of the busy city, he rested his hand against his head, while taking puffs. Almost to the end of the street, he accidentally bumped into someone ... again.

However, this time, he wasn't quick to say anything. He almost dropped his cigarette when he saw the familiar face. Courtney.

Courtney stood there, looking right into his eyes. Wide open with an expression on her face, she said ...

"It's you."


Author's Note: Yes, I know Bridgette is a surfer ... I made her work in the library because this (right now) takes place around the fall time ... I should've probably sated that in the first chapter ...