**A WEEK EARLIER**
Patiently, Monica Reyes sat inside a corner Starbucks, quietly sipping her coffee. It was obvious she was waiting for someone. Every other moment she looked out the window down all the snowy streets she could see, down the sidewalk, pan around one last time, then go back to her coffee. Where is he?
"Sorry I'm late," a smiling John Doggett walked up next to her. Slightly startled, she looked up and smiled at him, warming him through and through. He wore a relatively thin jacket and blue jeans. Winter was weak this year, but neither of them minded.
"It's ok." Already he had a coffee in his had as he took the seat across from her. It seemed like an eternity since they had seen each other, but it had only been since yesterday afternoon. "So what are we doing?" It seemed like she had asked him that same question over the phone about a thousand times. The tow of them had been going out together almost every other day. It was nice. It was more than nice. It was like living in heaven half-time. It had almost been a year and a half since they had seen Mulder and Scully. The two of them dropped them messages every now and again in different forms, letting them know that they were ok and they were going to come back some day. As Monica's mind wandered as she tried to answer the question on her own, John seemed to have something big on his mind. He smiled.
"It's still a secret," he laughed. "Finish your coffee and then we'll get going."
"Ok, John." Even though she knew he wouldn't tell her until they got wherever they were going, she still kept on thinking and wondering in her mind.
It didn't take her that long to finish her drink, including that she had been sitting there for five minutes before he even came. Just the same as she, he finished his drink rather quickly. In the back of her mind, she laughed. She knew that would happen. They had spent so much time together that she knew how fast he drank, ate, walked, even exactly what he would say sometimes. Right now, however, she was at a total loss. The two of them threw away their cups and walked out onto the street, jackets and all. Gently, he grabbed her hand and held it in his as the took a stroll to who- knows-where. By now Monica was getting very familiar with the streets and the area. Suddenly it dawned on her. She knew exactly where they were going.
Patiently, Monica Reyes sat inside a corner Starbucks, quietly sipping her coffee. It was obvious she was waiting for someone. Every other moment she looked out the window down all the snowy streets she could see, down the sidewalk, pan around one last time, then go back to her coffee. Where is he?
"Sorry I'm late," a smiling John Doggett walked up next to her. Slightly startled, she looked up and smiled at him, warming him through and through. He wore a relatively thin jacket and blue jeans. Winter was weak this year, but neither of them minded.
"It's ok." Already he had a coffee in his had as he took the seat across from her. It seemed like an eternity since they had seen each other, but it had only been since yesterday afternoon. "So what are we doing?" It seemed like she had asked him that same question over the phone about a thousand times. The tow of them had been going out together almost every other day. It was nice. It was more than nice. It was like living in heaven half-time. It had almost been a year and a half since they had seen Mulder and Scully. The two of them dropped them messages every now and again in different forms, letting them know that they were ok and they were going to come back some day. As Monica's mind wandered as she tried to answer the question on her own, John seemed to have something big on his mind. He smiled.
"It's still a secret," he laughed. "Finish your coffee and then we'll get going."
"Ok, John." Even though she knew he wouldn't tell her until they got wherever they were going, she still kept on thinking and wondering in her mind.
It didn't take her that long to finish her drink, including that she had been sitting there for five minutes before he even came. Just the same as she, he finished his drink rather quickly. In the back of her mind, she laughed. She knew that would happen. They had spent so much time together that she knew how fast he drank, ate, walked, even exactly what he would say sometimes. Right now, however, she was at a total loss. The two of them threw away their cups and walked out onto the street, jackets and all. Gently, he grabbed her hand and held it in his as the took a stroll to who- knows-where. By now Monica was getting very familiar with the streets and the area. Suddenly it dawned on her. She knew exactly where they were going.