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Micah seems to be quite the bachelor of the moment. If he were real I'm sure he'd be pleased. I'm quite gratified that everyone likes he and Damien as much as they do. That means I did my job right.

WoC



I poked at the remainder of my spaghetti while I listened to Damien and Micah. Their attention was quite gratifying and I again congratulated myself on having two very exceptional friends.

Amazing I had Sherlock as a friend at all, he was so anti social. Yet something between him and I had really clicked. Unfortunately for me, my friendship had moved to something more than just clicking. The story of my life.

"Hullo, earth to Shelley," I heard the male in question saying.

"Huh?" I said.

"I said it was an arson case. Three rural churches have been burned down and there were unmistakable signs of arson. There were gasoline traces and signs of breaking and entering. There's been no pattern except that the fires were definitely arson," Damien said as he ate another breadstick. I wondered momentarily where they put it all. It seems like a normal stomach couldn't hold as much as men consumed.

"She's drifting again, Dame. You really must be a boring storyteller," Micah said smugly.

Sherlock shot is brother a look then looked back at me, "Do you want to hear this or not?"

"I was just debating men's eating habits, continue," I said. If there was one thing Damien was needy about, it was having attention directly on him when he was trying to say something he thought was important.

"I want you to come out with me to one of the churches," he said, "Micah has classes all day and can't come with us. I'd like to have your opinion."

"And what do I know about arson?" I questioned.

"Enough to keep me company."

"All right," I said, "fair enough."

I noticed Micah glancing covertly from me to Damien again. He'd been doing that a lot lately. Either he was neurotic or he was on to me. I figured it was the latter. I had wondered on occasion if I should just confess to Micah what was going on, but I always chickened out. I think he already knew though, and, like any other stupidly in love person, I wanted to know if Sherlock ever said anything to him. For Pete's sake, they shared a room. It made me want to throttle the truth out of him, but in doing that I would give away my position. Love is a cruel mistress. Or something like that. Sometimes telepathy seemed like a good idea.

"So what are we going to watch?" Micah finally said.

They really were being sweet, I had to give them that. It was my turn to make their night a little more enjoyable. I know both of them were expecting me to pick some chick movie to rent, but I knew how to compromise.

"Fight Club," I said.

"You're an excellent woman," Damien said as he and Micah grinned at me.