Title: "Locked Memory"
Author: Bridget Frawley (scarecro9@aol.com)
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters that are Copyright@Spelling-Goldberg Productions. This story is meant for enjoyment purposes, and I retain only the rights to the plot, not the characters.
CHAPTER TWO
The next morning Bosley was fixing breakfast in the kitchen.
Sabrina struggled in with one hand over her forehead.
"Good morning," Bosley said cheerfully.
"Please! Not so loud," she winced, putting her hands over her ears.
"Sorry," he said in a softer voice. "Head hurt?"
She nodded slowly, then wished she hadn't. Her head felt like it wanted to explode. "Remind me not to drink so much. What was in that stuff, anyway?"
"That's a secret. You hungry?"
She closed her eyes and swallowed hard. "I'd rather not think about food right now." She lowered herself painfully into a chair. "What's a good cure for a hangover?"
"A few raw eggs or a bloody Mary."
"Raw eggs?" She repeated, turning pale.
He nodded.
"I think I'd rather keep the hangover."
He laughed. "Do you remember anything about last night?"
"I was hoping it was all part of a dream," she answered. Her stomach started churning alarmingly as she thought about the night before and the smell of cooking food was definitely not helping. "Was I really that embarrassing?"
"You sure were," he answered emphatically. When he saw the look on her face he hastened to add, "We all were. Don't worry about it."
She swallowed hard and stood up shakily. "I think I'll go lie down for a while," she whispered.
"Something I said?" He asked apprehensively.
"No. I don't think I can stand the smell of food right now. Maybe I'll feel better after I rest for a while." She had to get out of that room before everything overwhelmed her. "I'll see you later." She hurried to the door as fast as she was able to move (which was none too fast in her condition).
"Jonathan called," he called after her brightly.
She froze and slowly turned to face him. "Are we being asked to leave?" She whispered. Surely she wasn't that outrageous. She didn't really remember much so she couldn't be positive.
"Not at all. He asked if we'd like to go out to lunch." He hoped she'd relax with that bit of news.
"Lunch?" She whispered, stomach rolling harder. That didn't make her feel better at all. She swallowed again and put her hand up to cover her mouth as the nausea began to intensify. She took a few deep breaths to steady herself.
"Late lunch," he amended sympathetically. "Very late lunch. Almost dinner. What do you say?"
"I don't know," she said slowly, not sure if she could face them again any time soon.
"Come on. You'll enjoy yourself," he cajoled.
"All right," she agreed reluctantly. "As long as it's closer to dinner." She turned and went back into her bedroom. She crawled back into bed and pulled the covers up to her chin, hoping that things would settle down to normal soon.
After a few minutes Bosley came in, cool cloth in hand. He placed it on her forehead.
"That feels so good," she whispered appreciatively. Suddenly her stomach lurched again and she winced.
"Can I get you anything?" He asked sympathetically. After all, he'd been on a few benders in his time and he understood exactly where she was coming from.
"Is there any alka-seltzer around?"
"I'll get some from next door," he promised.
"Would you mind?" Normally she'd be too proud to let anyone know how she was feeling, but she felt so miserable she didn't care who knew how foolish she was.
"Not at all."
She closed her eyes. "While you're there ask if it's a formal lunch."
"There's no such thing as a formal lunch," he replied in confusion. Surely she knew that as well as he did.
"You never know," she whispered, wishing the room would stop spinning. A groan slipped out.
"Will you be all right by yourself for a few minutes?" He asked worriedly.
She nodded slowly.
"Okay. I'll be right back." He left the room and hurried to the Hart's. He knocked on the front door.
Max answered the door. "Come on in, Mr. Bosley."
Bosley went into the foyer. "Thanks, Max."
Jonathan had heard the bell and was coming down the stairs. "John," he said, coming into to talk. "You're looking well recovered." He looked around. "Where's Sabrina?"
"Resting," Bosley answered. "Do you have any bicarbonate of soda?"
"Not doing too well, then?" Jonathan observed.
"No," Bosley admitted. "She's not a big drinker."
"I'll go get the bicarbonate," Max announced. He'd pulled a few all nighters himself and felt sympathy for her. He went upstairs to the medicine cabinet.
"By the way," Bosley asked absently. "Do you dress for lunch?"
"Usually. It wouldn't look right in a restaurant. Some of us do have reputations to consider, old boy." He thought for a minute. "Then again, we could always experiment one night when Max is out," he said to himself.
"I meant formally," Bosley said patiently, trying to get his mind back on the current subject.
Jonathan laughed. "No, we don't. Whoever heard of dressing formally for lunch?"
"I promised I'd ask," Bosley explained sheepishly. "Be a little patient, Jonathan. She's got a lot on her mind. Someone attacked her the other night."
"Is she all right?" Jonathan asked, concerned.
"She'll be fine. We're just trying to figure out what they wanted."
"What's missing?" Jonathan asked curiously.
"Nothing. That's part of the puzzle."
Max came back downstairs and handed Bosley a bottle. "Here you are, Mr. Bosley."
Bosley took the bottle from him. "Thanks, Max."
"Are you coming to lunch?" Jonathan asked as Max headed into the kitchen.
"We are if you can make it nearer dinnertime."
"How about 6:00?"
"That should be fine." He looked around for the first time. "Hey, where's Jennifer? Cooking?"
Jonathan laughed. "Cooking, Jennifer? No, she's out shopping. She'll be back long before then. Did you need anything else?"
"Not yet. We'll see you later."
Bosley nodded and left. He hurried back to the guest house and to Sabrina's room. He walked in quietly. "Still awake?"
She opened her eyes. "Uh huh."
He went into the bathroom and put two tablets in a glass of water. He then went back to her side and put the glass on the table. "They don't dress for lunch," he said, helping her sit up slowly.
The room was spinning crazily. "Not so fast," she gasped anxiously. She vowed there and then to never drink that much again.
He moved slower until she was sitting up. He then sat beside her and held the cup to her lips.
She managed a few small sips gratefully. "Oh, that hits the spot."
"Better?"
"Much." She drained the glass. "What time is lunch?"
"Six. Can I fix you some eggs or something?"
"No, thanks," she answered quickly as her stomach protested. "It's a pity we're not dressing. I brought a lovely outfit."
"Wear it anyway," he suggested philosophically, taking the empty glass from her and putting it on the nightstand.
"What, and be overdressed?" She asked in a scandalous voice, grateful that her stomach seemed to be settling down at last.
"Why not?"
"Not unless you wear your suit," she countered.
"Nope. You packed it, you wear it."
She smiled. "I don't think it will fit."
"You can always take it in." He looked at his watch. "I have an idea. Why don't we go shopping?"
"For what?" She asked curiously.
"I don't know," Bosley answered. "We need to get a housewarming gift and I need a woman's input. You up to it?"
She nodded. "They're both very nice. They make you feel right at home."
"I told you that you didn't have to worry."
"I know. What did you have in mind?"
"I needed a woman's input for a reason, Bri," he answered pointedly.
"Oh." She thought for a minute. "Something for the house, I guess. We'll have to look around." She tried to get up out of bed and the floor angled up sharply. She grabbed the edge of the bed frame for support.
He hurried to her side and helped her stand up, studying her for a minute. "You sure you're up to it?"
She took a few deep breaths. "I'll be fine." She took a step away from him, waiting to see if she could stand on her own. Pleased that the weakness seemed to be gone she said, "I'll only be a few minutes." She went into the bathroom. "Don't you dare leave without me," she called out through the door.
"I'll go get dressed and meet you in the living room. Shout if you need anything."
They arrived back at the guest house. It was almost 5:30. They were in the living room.
"I hope they like what we got them," Sabrina said.
"They should," Bosley replied. "Jennifer's always liked crystal. They could use the punch bowl to make some more J&J."
"Please! I'm still recovering from last night." She stood up. "How do I look?" She had on a plaid skirt and a white blouse.
"Lovely," he admitted.
"Won't you at least put on a tie?" She queried apprehensively.
"What for? I don't think we're going anywhere too fancy."
"How do you know?" Sabrina asked nervously. She wasn't sure how she'd be able to face them after the night before.
"They're not really into that kind of show," Bosley answered honestly. "You ready to go?"
She nodded. "Ready as I'll ever be."
They left the guest house and walked over to the main house.
Bosley knocked.
Max opened the door. "Come on in." He ushered them inside.
Jennifer came out of the kitchen. "Hello, there. How do you feel?"
"Fine," Bosley answered.
"Not too bad," Sabrina added.
Jennifer laughed. "I'm doing better this afternoon myself. Do you mind if we make our lunch a picnic? It's really too beautiful to stay indoors."
"Not at all," Bosley hastened to assure her. "You're right. It is beautiful outside."
"Where's Mr. Hart?" Sabrina asked.
"In the kitchen," Jennifer answered.
Just then Jonathan came out carrying a picnic basket. "Are we ready to go?"
"We certainly are," Jennifer answered cheerfully.
"Do you need any help with the basket?" Bosley offered. "It looks heavy."
"Can't you wait until lunch, John?" Jonathan teased.
"He's always hungry," Sabrina chimed in.
"Hey!" Bosley protested indignantly.
They all laughed, went outside, and got in the car. They drove off to a beautiful wooded area near a stream. They then got out and found a comfortable spot to unpack the basket.
"This is lovely!" Sabrina exclaimed, looking around.
"Isn't it?" Jennifer agreed. "I've always loved the water."
"There's a waterfall about a mile away," Jonathan added. "We can take a walk there later if you like."
"No, thanks," Bosley objected. "That's a little too far for me."
"You can use the exercise," Jonathan remarked.
"I don't feel up to it either," Sabrina added quickly.
"Are you sure you're all right?" Jennifer asked in concern.
"I'm fine, thanks," she answered. "I'm just not up to walking that far yet."
Jonathan started spreading the food on the blanket. "We have fried chicken, potato salad, cole slaw, salad, roast beef -- "
"And for dessert," Jennifer finished, "chocolate cheesecake."
"I say let's start with dessert first and eat our way backwards," Bosley suggested.
They all laughed.
"We also have wine for those who are up to it, and iced tea for those who aren't," Jonathan finished.
They all started to eat.
After they were all finished Jennifer said, "I couldn't eat another bite."
"There goes my figure," Sabrina sighed.
"Neither of you have anything to worry about," Jonathan said gallantly.
"Besides," Bosley added, "a little extra weight won't hurt you."
Jonathan rose to his feet, and helped Jennifer up. "How about a walk to the waterfall?"
"How about a nap?" Bosley countered.
He laughed. "All right, then. If you want to sleep your life away, go ahead."
Jennifer turned to Sabrina. "How about you?"
"No, thank you," she answered. "I think I'll stay here for a while and relax." She felt worn out.
"Okay," Jonathan remarked. "It's your loss. We'll see you in a little while." Both he and Jennifer walked off.
"You can go with them if you want," Bosley offered.
"That's all right," she declined. "I'm not up to it just yet. Besides, I'm not going by myself."
"If you hurry you can catch up with them."
She looked at him in exasperation, arms folded across her chest.
He laughed. "Why not?"
She glared at him. "You know perfectly well why not. I wouldn't feel comfortable with them alone."
"Now I feel a little guilty. You'd love the waterfall."
"We can see it another time, can't we? I'm really not up to it right now," she admitted honestly.
"All right, then. Did I tell you the Hart's would be glad to pose for you?"
She shook her head. "That's great."
"You said that you had three pictures left until you finished the roll. Right?"
She nodded.
"I'd like a picture of you."
"Why?" She smiled.
"Do I need a reason?" He hedged.
"No, I was just curious. That's all. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
"I like to carry pictures of pretty girls in my wallet," he quipped.
"You're not serious," she stated disbelievingly. She knew he wasn't that kind of man.
"Sure I am. Would you mind?"
"Not at all. As long as I don't have to pose nude."
He snapped his fingers in mock frustration. "Well, forget it, then!"
She laughed. "I'd like a picture of you, if that's all right."
"What on earth for?" He asked in surprise.
"I like to carry pictures of handsome men around," she retorted.
"You didn't answer my question."
"Bosley! You're handsome and -- I'd really like a picture of you to remind me of what a good time we're having," Sabrina explained uncomfortably. "Please?"
He was both flattered and embarrassed. "I just hope I don't break the camera."
"I don't think you have anything to worry about."
He decided to get back to the subject at hand. "Now, do you have any ideas yet?"
Her eyebrows rose in confusion. "About what?"
"About the person or persons unknown who chloroformed you," he specified.
"You know, with everything that's happened so quickly I'd forgotten why we were here."
"Well, much as I like Jonathan and Jennifer we can't stay here forever," he pointed out.
"My nerves could never stand the strain," she agreed. " I'll try to concentrate harder. Do you think Kris and Kelly will be wondering where we are?"
"I'm sure Charlie's told them everything," he said confidently.
"They're never going to believe where we've been," she sighed dreamily.
"Why not?" He asked in confusion.
"Would you believe Kelly if she said she went on a date with Tom Selleck?"
"Who's Tom Selleck?" He asked, puzzled.
"'Magnum, PI?' Don't you watch television?" She demanded.
"Not very often," he admitted.
"All right, then," Sabrina said agreeably. "How about one of the Kennedy's?"
He thought about that for a minute. "Okay, you win."
"I couldn't call them?" She asked hopefully.
"No. Their phones might be tapped."
She sighed. "I guess you're right."
"Do you have your camera with you?"
She shook her head. "I left it back at the house."
"We can get it later on when we go back and give the Hart's their gift."
"That's right! I'd forgotten about that."
He yawned, stretching out on the grass. "I don't know about you but I'm going to take a nap."
She stretched out as well. "That sounds like a good idea to me." After a minute she said, "If I don't get a chance later, I'd like to thank you."
"For what?"
"For worrying about me and for being a friend when I needed one."
He smiled. "Any time."
Jonathan and Jennifer returned about two hours later.
Jonathan awoke both of them. "Time to go."
Both Sabrina and Bosley stood up.
"How was the waterfall?" Sabrina asked sleepily, rubbing her eyes.
"Well, we didn't get as far as the waterfall," Jonathan admitted, smiling.
"How was your nap?" Jennifer asked quickly, changing the subject.
"Very refreshing," Bosley answered contentedly.
"Are you ready to go?" Jonathan repeated, "or would you rather spend the night out here?"
"I'm ready already," Bosley groused good-naturedly.
"We were wondering if you'd like us to take you on a tour of the grounds while you're here," Jennifer offered.
"If it isn't too much trouble," Sabrina answered, outwardly calm. She was dying to see the estate.
They all got in the car and drove off.
While he was driving Jonathan said, "I hear somebody wants to take our picture."
"Me," Sabrina said.
"Why?" Jennifer asked.
"To have proof that she met you," Bosley joked.
"Bosley!" Sabrina exclaimed, humiliated.
"Well, we'd be flattered," Jennifer said, "Whatever the reason."
"As long as it doesn't end up in the tabloids," Jonathan added.
"You have my word," Sabrina said, mock seriously.
"I didn't know you were interested in photography," Jennifer remarked.
"It's a hobby of mine," she admitted modestly.
"Are you any good?" Jonathan asked.
"I need a little more practice," she answered.
"Don't listen to her," Bosley disagreed. "She's wonderful. You should see some of the stills she's taken."
Sabrina blushed.
"Maybe you'd like to work for Hart Industries," Jonathan suggested thoughtfully.
"Charlie wouldn't appreciate you trying to steal his help," Bosley warned sharply. He knew Jonathan's reputation of surrounding himself with top-notch people.
"Think of it," Jennifer added temptingly, wanting to see Bosley's reaction. "You'd know what your boss looked like."
"Cut that out!" Bosley objected.
Jonathan laughed, enjoying Bosley's discomfiture. "Good help is hard to find, John."
"I know," Bosley agreed, "which is exactly why I wish you'd drop this subject."
"Bosley, calm down," Sabrina pacified. "He's only kidding. He hasn't even made me an offer yet."
The Harts laughed.
Bosley turned to face her. "You'd better be kidding."
"What do you think about taking our picture tomorrow evening?" Jennifer suggested, letting Bosley off the hook.
"Sounds good," Sabrina remarked.
"Should we wear anything in particular?" Jonathan asked, remembering his conversation with Bosley this morning.
"Just clothes," Bosley said hurriedly. He didn't think Sabrina would appreciate the humor.
"Anything you like," she added.
They all got out of the car.
"The picnic was lovely," Sabrina said.
"We're glad you enjoyed it," Jennifer said.
"It was nice," Bosley agreed. "We'll see you tomorrow."
Jonathan and Jennifer turned to go to the main house, Bosley and Sabrina to the guest house.
"Would you like to do dancing?" Bosley offered gallantly.
"I didn't know you danced," Sabrina commented.
"You up to it? You seem recovered from last night."
"I do feel better, but I don't know any clubs around here. Besides, I don't think they're open yet."
"All right. How about a movie?"
She stopped walking and studied him suspiciously. "What's wrong with you?"
"Well, it's too early to go to sleep and we relaxed all day. Let's do something."
"Anything?" She asked, smiling.
"Within reason, that is," he added cautiously. "What do you have in mind?"
"You won't laugh?" She asked with trepidation.
"Never," he vowed.
"Can we go to an amusement park?" She asked shyly.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Why not? In fact, I think I saw a sign for one on the drive here."
She nodded. "That's what got me thinking about it. I haven't been to one in years."
He took her arm. "Then let's go."
The next day Bosley called Jonathan. "Sabrina and I would like to take you out to dinner."
"That's not necessary," Jonathan objected.
"I know, but she feels that since you've both been so good to us that we owed you something. I tried to talk her out of it but it was no use," he teased.
Jonathan laughed. "Remind me never to argue with her."
"So you and Jennifer will come?"
"How can I refuse such an invitation? Why don't we get those pictures taken before we leave?"
"Sounds good. See you about six?"
"Very good."
Bosley hung up.
"Are they coming?" Sabrina asked.
"They are," Bosley answered. "Remember to bring your camera."
"Now you have a reason to wear your suit."
"What? Let me call them back and cancel." He made a move to grab the phone.
"Come on," she objected, laughing. "You look very sexy in it."
"Oh?" His eyebrows rose in surprise. "Maybe I should wear a suit more often."
"And I can wear the dress I brought."
"You surpass me every time, even in jeans."
She blushed, unused to compliments from him.
"I didn't mean to embarrass you."
She studied the ground awkwardly. "Thanks for the compliment."
"I guess I don't say it enough, but I figured you get tired of hearing how great you are all the time."
"How great I am?" She repeated, startled.
"Sure. You're beautiful, smart, talented -- "
"But I'm not," she interrupted, totally flustered.
"Not what?" Now he was confused.
"Any of those things," she elaborated.
"Of course you are. I've never met anyone like you before. You're so full of -- energy. I feel ten years younger just watching you."
"Stop that. You're pretty special yourself, you know. I wouldn't have been able to deal with half of this stuff if you weren't here."
"Sure you would," he said confidently.
She shook her head. "No, I wouldn't. I feel so comfortable around you." She kissed him on the cheek. "I'd better get ready."
"You've got three hours yet," he protested.
"I know. I can take my time this way." She disappeared into the bathroom.
He laughed and sat down on the couch, picking up the newspaper.
About an hour later she emerged in a bathrobe. "Bathroom's free."
"Thanks," he said absently, not looking up.
"Anything interesting?"
"Not really. A bank robbery the other day."
"Really?" She asked interestedly, sitting on the sofa beside him. "Where?"
"The Bank of America in Century City. They even have a picture taken from one of the security cameras." He held the paper out to her. "You want to read it?"
"Sure. I have a few minutes."
He passed the paper over. "You want a drink?"
She nodded, finding the story. "Scotch and soda?"
"Sure." He went to the bar and mixed them drinks.
Sabrina was reading the newspaper for a few minutes, then exclaimed suddenly, "I've seen them before!"
"Who?" Bosley asked, confused.
"The bank robbers."
He came back over to her side and put her drink on the table beside her. He skimmed the article over her shoulder. "James Wilson and Jack Josephs are the suspects," he surmised, studying the picture in the newspaper. "Bri, the picture's pretty blurry. Even the police aren't positive it's them. They're only suspects. The bank was closed during the robbery. There were no witnesses. This is the only evidence they have."
"I know what it says," she said in annoyance. "I've still seen them before."
He sighed. "Where did you see them?"
"I don't remember."
"Were they the ones who chloroformed you?"
"I don't know," she thought furiously. "They got me from behind. I know I've seen them before."
"Are you sure?" He asked dubiously.
"I'm not imagining things!" She protested defensively.
"I didn't say you were," he said placatingly. "All I asked was if you were sure."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. Yes, I'm sure." She thought hard for a minute. "I'm pretty sure."
"Don't let it bother you. It'll come to you when you least expect it."
"I hope so. This is driving me crazy." She took a sip of her drink and stood up. "I'd better get dressed."
"So soon?"
"Well, I don't know where we're going. Besides, I still have to put on my make-up."
"You don't need any make-up," he said gallantly.
"A little bit never hurts." She took her drink and went into the bedroom.
An hour and a half later he was standing in the living room in a navy blue, three-piece suit. "Are you almost ready?" He called loudly, not understanding what was taking so long. She started an hour before him and here he was, waiting.
"Just a minute," she called out from her bedroom.
He looked at his watch. "I don't want to be late."
"We still have time."
"Not if you're taking those pictures we don't."
She came out wearing an aqua dress made of chiffon. "How do I look?" She asked, modeling.
"Stunning. Well worth the wait."
She curtsied. "Well, thank you, sir. You look very dashing yourself."
"I can't take any credit there. You picked the suit."
"Still, you're quite a figure all dressed up."
"Thank you. You have your camera?"
She patted her purse. "Right here."
"Good. Let's go."
They left, Bosley carrying the gift. They reached the main house and knocked on the front door.
Jennifer answered. "Come in."
They went inside.
"Sabrina, you look ravishing," Jonathan commented.
"Thank you," she said, blushing.
"You don't look so bad yourself," Jonathan said to Bosley.
"Leave him alone," Jennifer called, coming to stand between them. "He looks very handsome."
"Thank you," Bosley replied, handing the package to Jennifer.
"Thank you," she said. "What is it?"
"Open it," Sabrina prompted.
"All right." She opened the package and saw the punch bowl with matching glasses. "They're beautiful!"
"They sure are," Jonathan agreed. "Sabrina must have picked it out."
"As a matter of fact she did," Bosley said honestly, "but I'm the one who remembered that Jennifer liked Waterford."
"You didn't have to get us anything," Jennifer protested.
"We wanted to," Sabrina replied. "It was the least we could do."
"All right," Jonathan said. "Let's get these pictures taken."
"Where would you like us to pose?" Jennifer asked.
"Anywhere," Sabrina commented. "But who'll take the picture?"
"I will," Bosley volunteered.
"I wanted all of us to be in it," Sabrina protested in disappointment.
"Maybe we can catch Max before he leaves," Jonathan said. "Max!" He called loudly.
Max came out of the kitchen. "Yes, Mr. H?"
"Would you take a picture of us, please?"
"A picture?" Max repeated, bewildered.
"For the young lady," Jonathan explained graciously.
"Sure," he agreed.
"Thanks, Max," Sabrina said, taking the camera out of her purse and handing it over to him.
After Max had taken the picture Bosley took the camera.
"Will you need anything else before I leave, Mr. H?"
"No, thanks, Max," Jonathan answered. "We didn't mean to hold you up."
"No problem. Mamie thinks I'm worth waiting for. Have a nice dinner." He smiled and walked back to the kitchen to get the rest of his things before he left.
"Thank you," they all chorused.
"Now it's my turn," Bosley said.
"For what?" Jennifer asked.
"She promised me a picture of herself," he explained. He turned to face her. "Smile!"
She smiled as he took the picture.
"One left," he said, handing the camera back to her.
"And I know just how to use it," she said, pointing it at him.
"I have a better idea," Jennifer countered. "Give me the camera."
Sabrina passed the camera over.
Jennifer pointed the camera at both of them. "Give me some sort of pose."
They hugged each other.
Jennifer snapped the picture.
"I want a copy of that one," Jonathan stated firmly.
"Now are we ready to leave?," Bosley asked, ignoring him.
"We are," Jonathan answered. "Where are we going?"
"You'll have to wait and be surprised," Bosley said mysteriously.
"When are you going to develop the pictures?" Jennifer asked.
"I guess I'll have to wait until I get home," Sabrina answered. "I don't have any of my equipment here, and it would be too expensive to rent some."
"I have some things in the basement," Jennifer told her. "I tried photography and developing. I didn't do that well. Jonathan can bring it over to you tomorrow if you'd like."
"I can?" Jonathan repeated, only hearing the end of the conversation.
"You don't mind. Do you, darling?" Jennifer asked in surprise.
Jonathan turned to Bosley and smiled. "I love it when she talks like that." He turned back to face her. "Not at all."
"See?" Jennifer said to Sabrina. "That's settled."
They all left for the restaurant.
The next morning Jonathan had come over with the development equipment, then left.
"Well, that was quick," Sabrina commented.
"He had a few errands to run," Bosley explained.
"Well, I'd better get started. Would you like me to show you how to develop film?" Sabrina asked.
"Sure. Why not?" Bosley agreed readily.
They went into the room she improvised earlier for a dark room.
They were working quietly for a while, waiting for the pictures to come out. "There they are!" Sabrina exclaimed.
"Who?" Bosley asked, puzzled.
"Wilson and Josephs. I knew I'd seen them before."
He started to reach for the picture still in the solution.
"Don't do that," she cautioned. "It'll be dry in a few seconds. I'll finish the rest while we wait."
Soon after they were back in the living room examining the pictures.
"Where did you take these?" Bosley asked curiously.
"Century City -- Santa Monica Boulevard and Avenue of the Stars," she answered thoughtfully. "I was taking candid pictures of strangers on the street. I had forgotten all about these."
"Well, now that we know what we're up against we'll be leaving tomorrow."
"Why?"
"We have to catch them. They had to be the ones who ransacked your apartment."
"Catching them won't be easy," she warned.
"I never said that it would be easy, but we'll do it," he said confidently.
"I stand corrected." She smiled.
He looked through the pictures again. "These are very good." He stopped when he got to the one of Jonathan and Jennifer. "I know they'll want a copy of this." He turned to the next picture of her. "This is mine." He moved to put it in his wallet.
"Is it?" She teased, eyebrows rising.
"Did you change your mind?" He asked, eyebrows raised.
"I was just kidding." She handed the picture over and then sighed heavily. "Back to work, I suppose."
"You don't sound too enthused," Bosley observed.
"I'll miss spending time with you. Thanks for putting up with me."
He put an arm across her shoulders. "There wasn't much to put up with. Besides, if you can put up with me, the least I can do is return the favor."
She laughed. "My pleasure."
"It doesn't have to end, you know," he pointed out.
"I know, but it won't be the same."
He kissed her on the forehead, knowing exactly how she felt.
"You act like I'm never going to see you again."
"You know that's not true," he chided gently.
"I know, but it still sounds that way."
"I'll miss you, too," he admitted softly, hugging her. They were becoming too morose. "You want to play a farewell game of scrabble before we leave?"
"Scrabble?" She asked in surprise.
"I packed it before we left. You up to it?"
"Sure. Why not?"
"Good. I might even beat you this time."
"You think so?" She said, accepting the challenge.
"You never know. There's a first time for everything."
"That's true."
He went over and got the game out of his room.
About three hours later Jonathan called.
Bosley answered the telephone. "Hello?"
"Jonathan Hart here."
"I was just thinking of you. We'll be leaving in the morning."
"What time?"
"About ten. Why?"
"How would you like to come over and have a farewell breakfast with us?"
"Are you sure it's not an inconvenience?"
"Not at all. I was calling to invite you over to brunch, but since you're leaving -- you're more than welcome."
"All right, then."
"Good. What are you doing?"
"Playing scrabble."
"I'm sorry I interrupted."
"I'm not. She's beating the pants off me."
He laughed. "Remind me never to play her. What do you know, brains and looks, too."
"Don't let Jennifer hear you," Bosley cautioned.
"Don't worry. She knows where my heart is," Jonathan stated affectionately.
"What time do you want us to come over tomorrow?"
"Oh, around 8:30, I guess."
"Okay. We'll see you in the morning." He hung up the telephone and sat back down.
"Who was it?" Sabrina asked.
"We've been invited to the Hart's tomorrow for a farewell breakfast." He looked at his watch. "We'd better get to bed early. Otherwise we'll fall asleep tomorrow."
"You're just saying that because you're losing," she accused.
"Of course I am. You've already won."
"Not yet."
"What do you want to do, massacre me?" He retorted.
She smiled evilly. "Yes."
He leaned back in his chair and glared at her.
She laughed. "Don't be like that, Bos."
"I can't believe you're so cold blooded. It's only a game."
She started to pack the game away, chuckling. "Satisfied?"
"For now."
She laughed again, stood up, and kissed him on the cheek. "See you in the morning." She went into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.
