Classification: SBR
Rating: Oh well I guess implied things should count for something so lets make it PG
Athors note: I think it comes as no surprise by now to some of you that I have some strange ideas about what might be going on in Sam and Bailey's lives now. On the other hand, some of you like my ideas. That being said, I hope you enjoy this. Oh and BTW The idea for this came from the thought that we all have times when we have ongoing conversations with ourselves. This is just one that i thought might have occured in Sam's head.
Something about the way he moves catches my eye. I can't quite put my finger on it but I could swear he is up to no good. Really I should just put my head down and pay attention to my grocery list and not the people around me but, its an old habit and one that I have found very hard to break.
I used to be a profiler, well, I guess I should say I still am, but now, I don't get paid for it. But then again I don't have to look at dead bodies or people that have been hurt in very violent ways. That is unless I happen to glance inside my husbands briefcase. But that hasn't happened for quite some time now. You know, now that I think about it, I haven't seen him carrying one in a while. I'll have to ask him about that.
Okay that guy is really starting to get on my nerves. It probably has something to do with the fact he just ate a handful of grapes that I know he isn't planning to pay for but something else is just.... Oh hell I don't know.
Lets see, next on the list, bananas. Okay 6 ought to be enough. You know, I think I am going to have to get a job. I hate grocery shopping. Actually, that really isn't true, I hate grocery shopping alone. I used to love it when we went shopping after work together. It always took longer and we bought a ton of spur of the moment things, but then unpacking was always fun.
Well, fun, hmmm, okay very fun and sticky usually. Man you know, I really need to get a job. Actually that reminds me, I need some whipped cream.
I wonder what he is buying chocolate sauce for, I don't see anything in his basket that would require it. On the other hand, I don't see a thing in my basket to be putting peanut butter on either. Hmmmm peanut butter, crackers, crackers in my bed, his crackers in my bed....
Opps, damn, almost ran right into the guy. Geeze what's he doing, following me around?
Oh, speaking of following me around, I need some shampoo. Hmmm, coconut? No. Strawberry? Definitely not. Ahhhh vanilla. That's the ticket.
You know, he had a point with that chocolate sauce, I bet I can find a good use for that. Some kind of dessert.
Okay next item, hmmmm, shaving cream. Lets see, something we both can use, ahhh that's it, a bar for the mug. Perfect. I love the way that brush feels.
Cool, end of list, now just make my way to the check out. Oh geeze, you would know he would have gotten right in front of me. Sheesh!
Paper or plastic? Does anyone really know the correct answer to this question? Come on, come on. I have places to be rather than here.
"Can I help you with those, mam?"
I knew this character bugged me. "Its about time you offered to help with tonight's activities."
"I just wanted to see what you had in mind for tonight. I think I totally agree. Now I want to help put them away."
"Well, that depends, did you pay for the grapes?"