Bailey agreed to stay for the weekend. He wondered if what Chloe had been telling him
was true. That Sam was unhappy.
"Mom, I asked Bailey to stay over that's Ok right?" Chloe knew her mom wouldn't
mind, she liked Bailey more than she did almost anyone.
"Of course it is honey," Then looking up at Bailey, "But only if he has the time. You
know he has an important job and he can't always get away."
"I'd like to stay, if it's no trouble?" Bailey quailified. "If you had plans..."
"No, we'd love to have you spend the weekend if you can." Sam smiled, she was kind
of looking forward to having Bailey around for a day or two.
They all shared the evening meal together, Chloe told Bailey about her newest
fascination, clothes, and learning to make them in design class.
"It's really Home Ec, they just gave it a new name so the kids would think it was
something better." Sam whispered to Bailey during Chloe's long winded explanation.
"Bailey why don't you bring in your stuff while Chloe and I clean up in here."
"Sure if you don't want any help?" He offered.
"No, we are fine." Sam shooed him out of the kitchen.
Bailey stood on the porch for a few minutes and inhaled the clean air, he was thinking
about lighting up one of his favorite cigars but he knew Sam preferred he smoke outside.
He didn't really want to spend that long alone outside. But he must have spent longer
thinking than he planned. Sam joined him on the porch.
"I didn't see you inside, it's nice here. Quiet." Sam stood beside him near the porch
railing.
"It's very nice here. Take a walk with me, show me the lay of the land." Bailey
stepped off the porch and lifted his hand to Sam.
" Alright we can walk off dinner." Sam joined him on the front path. They walked
towards the woods.
Bailey beside her, matching his stride to hers, keeping his head turned slightly sideways
so he could hear her and glance her way ever so often.
"I've taken a hundred photos of this valley, it is always changing." Sam took him to
one of her favoirte spots in the neighborhood.
"It's beautiful Sam." Bailey said, but he was looking at her as much as he was at the
scenary.
Sam was aware of him, like she had never been when they worked together. But she'd
always been so worried about Jack, back then that she didn't notice much besides details
about the case or cases they were working. She studied Bailey's biceps again as he was
looking out over the valley. How had she ever missed those, they looked like they belonged
to a professional wrestler. Not that is made any difference, Bailey was still her friend
the person she cared about more than anyone but Chloe and Angel.
"Sam can I talk to you a minute?" Bailey sounded serious, his voice had dropped
to an even lower base.
"Yes, of course is there a problem?"
"I don't know, you tell me, CHloe said that you are sad all of the time. Now I have two
girls and I know they can exagerate things. But, there's usually some truth behind it."
He cocked his head to the side a little and studied her face as he asked her if she was
alright.
"I'm not laughing and smiling all the time. But I'm a peace finally, I don't know if
I can be the person I used to be. Not after everything that happened." Sam told him
truthfully.
"That's a fare answer, have you talked with your old professor about all of this?"
Bailey knew she was the only shrink Sam would talk to about her life.
"Yes, and she agrees, I may never be carefree like I once was." Sam expalined.
"If there is anything I can do? If you just want to get something off your chest
you know I'm ready to listen." Bailey touched her arm and nodded.
"I know Bail, there is one thing. When did this all happen?" she motioned towards
his bulging upper arm.
"I'm sorry what are you talking about?" Bailey was clueless she meant his muscles.
"This," Sam motioned again at his arm.
Bailey looked down at himself, "Sorry I still don't know what you mean??"
"This Bailey," She ran her hand over the swell of his arm, 'My God that feels so
powerful.' Sam noticed at once, as her hand caressed his arm.
Bailey grinned at her, " Most of my life, all the time I've known you."
"Oh, God Bailey really? I never knew you were build like... I mean, that you looked
like this, ... Boy do I feel stupid." Sam shook her head, then slapped her palm on
her forehead.
"Hey, none of that, not on my behalf." Bailey grabbed her wrist and stopped her from
any further attacks on herself.
"I must really have been self absorbed, I sort of knew you were strong. I just never
considered the details that went with the strength."
" Don't concern yourself it's not important." Bailey shrugged it off.
"I am sorry, Bail. You're my best friend in the world, you would think I knew
this about you." She was suddenly choked up, a tear slipped down her cheek.
"It's not important Sam, don't ...." Bailey felt her sorrow, he didn't understand
why this was troubling her. "Come here." He drew her into a embrace, her
face pressed into the hollow of his neck and shoulder. Sam sobbed against him
for several minutes. He just mumered nonsence to her and stroked a large hand
over her back until she calmed down.
"Feel better?" He lifted her chin and looked into her big blue eyes.
Sam nodded, "Yes, thank you. But you know something?"
"What?"
"I really missed you, and this." She sighed and rested her cheek against his
shoulder again, her arms wrapped around his chest. No one hugged like Bailey.
was true. That Sam was unhappy.
"Mom, I asked Bailey to stay over that's Ok right?" Chloe knew her mom wouldn't
mind, she liked Bailey more than she did almost anyone.
"Of course it is honey," Then looking up at Bailey, "But only if he has the time. You
know he has an important job and he can't always get away."
"I'd like to stay, if it's no trouble?" Bailey quailified. "If you had plans..."
"No, we'd love to have you spend the weekend if you can." Sam smiled, she was kind
of looking forward to having Bailey around for a day or two.
They all shared the evening meal together, Chloe told Bailey about her newest
fascination, clothes, and learning to make them in design class.
"It's really Home Ec, they just gave it a new name so the kids would think it was
something better." Sam whispered to Bailey during Chloe's long winded explanation.
"Bailey why don't you bring in your stuff while Chloe and I clean up in here."
"Sure if you don't want any help?" He offered.
"No, we are fine." Sam shooed him out of the kitchen.
Bailey stood on the porch for a few minutes and inhaled the clean air, he was thinking
about lighting up one of his favorite cigars but he knew Sam preferred he smoke outside.
He didn't really want to spend that long alone outside. But he must have spent longer
thinking than he planned. Sam joined him on the porch.
"I didn't see you inside, it's nice here. Quiet." Sam stood beside him near the porch
railing.
"It's very nice here. Take a walk with me, show me the lay of the land." Bailey
stepped off the porch and lifted his hand to Sam.
" Alright we can walk off dinner." Sam joined him on the front path. They walked
towards the woods.
Bailey beside her, matching his stride to hers, keeping his head turned slightly sideways
so he could hear her and glance her way ever so often.
"I've taken a hundred photos of this valley, it is always changing." Sam took him to
one of her favoirte spots in the neighborhood.
"It's beautiful Sam." Bailey said, but he was looking at her as much as he was at the
scenary.
Sam was aware of him, like she had never been when they worked together. But she'd
always been so worried about Jack, back then that she didn't notice much besides details
about the case or cases they were working. She studied Bailey's biceps again as he was
looking out over the valley. How had she ever missed those, they looked like they belonged
to a professional wrestler. Not that is made any difference, Bailey was still her friend
the person she cared about more than anyone but Chloe and Angel.
"Sam can I talk to you a minute?" Bailey sounded serious, his voice had dropped
to an even lower base.
"Yes, of course is there a problem?"
"I don't know, you tell me, CHloe said that you are sad all of the time. Now I have two
girls and I know they can exagerate things. But, there's usually some truth behind it."
He cocked his head to the side a little and studied her face as he asked her if she was
alright.
"I'm not laughing and smiling all the time. But I'm a peace finally, I don't know if
I can be the person I used to be. Not after everything that happened." Sam told him
truthfully.
"That's a fare answer, have you talked with your old professor about all of this?"
Bailey knew she was the only shrink Sam would talk to about her life.
"Yes, and she agrees, I may never be carefree like I once was." Sam expalined.
"If there is anything I can do? If you just want to get something off your chest
you know I'm ready to listen." Bailey touched her arm and nodded.
"I know Bail, there is one thing. When did this all happen?" she motioned towards
his bulging upper arm.
"I'm sorry what are you talking about?" Bailey was clueless she meant his muscles.
"This," Sam motioned again at his arm.
Bailey looked down at himself, "Sorry I still don't know what you mean??"
"This Bailey," She ran her hand over the swell of his arm, 'My God that feels so
powerful.' Sam noticed at once, as her hand caressed his arm.
Bailey grinned at her, " Most of my life, all the time I've known you."
"Oh, God Bailey really? I never knew you were build like... I mean, that you looked
like this, ... Boy do I feel stupid." Sam shook her head, then slapped her palm on
her forehead.
"Hey, none of that, not on my behalf." Bailey grabbed her wrist and stopped her from
any further attacks on herself.
"I must really have been self absorbed, I sort of knew you were strong. I just never
considered the details that went with the strength."
" Don't concern yourself it's not important." Bailey shrugged it off.
"I am sorry, Bail. You're my best friend in the world, you would think I knew
this about you." She was suddenly choked up, a tear slipped down her cheek.
"It's not important Sam, don't ...." Bailey felt her sorrow, he didn't understand
why this was troubling her. "Come here." He drew her into a embrace, her
face pressed into the hollow of his neck and shoulder. Sam sobbed against him
for several minutes. He just mumered nonsence to her and stroked a large hand
over her back until she calmed down.
"Feel better?" He lifted her chin and looked into her big blue eyes.
Sam nodded, "Yes, thank you. But you know something?"
"What?"
"I really missed you, and this." She sighed and rested her cheek against his
shoulder again, her arms wrapped around his chest. No one hugged like Bailey.