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A/N: Thanks to Amy again for reviewing! J

I wasn't being as altruistic as I seemed. I did not want Langly's neck twisted around into a most unnatural shape but, I also had a pretty good idea wingus and dingus wouldn't kill me in any obvious way. I guess it's a benefit of knowing the cover-up story for our deaths, that and reading through the library's extensive collection of mysteries.

"You took long enough! I'm starvin!"

"Err sorry Charlie, it was'n easy gittin throu that blockade ya put in front o' ther door."

"Jus, git to it already."

"Yer heard 'im girlie, go make breakfast."

They honestly made me cook breakfast. The lobby attached to the owners' personal apartment, which had a stove and a microwave. The stove had some burnt on goo, I believe to have been egg in a former life and the sink had the unfortunate pan that had witnessed the catastrophe, and now lay with thick black crust along the inside and mysteriously the handle.

"Coffee an eggs, don't mess it up!" Charlie barked.

So I made coffee, slowly. Measuring precisely the right amount, least I put in one too many grounds. If I messed up I started over. Then I made scrambled eggs, light and fluffy from extensive whisking along with leisurely buttered toast, slow fried bacon and oatmeal with exactly forty-eight raisons a bowl. With wingus and dingus watching my every move.

"Damnit! What's takin so long!"

"Quality takes time." I said without turning around.

I prayed Langly had gotten his e-mails through and the FBI and RCMP were on there way taking every helicopter, tank, airplane, horse and Ford Taurus they could get a hold of. I also prayed Langly hadn't taken a detour to download porn.

"Okay, breakfast is ready." I said pouring orange juice from the fridge.

"mmmke mmmer mmmcke mmmoo mmmhe mmmmooo."

"Err wat did yer say Charlie?"

"Take 'er back ta da room moron!"

"Why d'I have ta do it?"

Charlie gave him a look that ready because-you-are-my-underling-you-worthless-twerp and grumbling he took me back, with a tray of food, to my room.

"Here yer go. Oh an a tanks fer breakfast. Too bad it's the last one yer gonna make. We could really use ya."

Langly ran over to me nervous and elated at the same time.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Just peachy. Toast? I brought breakfast."

"So while I did the hard part, you were playing Martha Stewart to our captors?"

"For your information if I hadn't gone they would have wrung your puny neck like….like a well something puny and pathetic!" I was indignant if unimaginative.

Sweaty from the heat of the oven, I popped the first button on my shirt, and somewhere on the way back the second and third decided to fallow. Despite the fact I looked like hell, my hair was mess and my shirt had an interesting polka dot pattern cutesy of breakfast, and the fact Langly looked substantially worse. He kissed me. Langly blushed so bright I wondered if every capillary in his body had ruptured.

"I-uh-uh-uh"

"Did you get the email sent?" I asked with a ditzy smile.

"Uhh yeah um…over there on the…thing."

"Computer?"

"Yeah that thing."