Sorted Breakfast.

Opening Thoughts - Ooh, you don't know how good it feels to write again! I thought this would be a good time to express my gratitude to all of you who review and read my stories. Their were times when allot of people believed a story like this couldn't really stand, and somehow you've all made it possible. Thank you, I don't think you'll ever know how much I appreciated it.

"What was that for?" Miguel questioned the spontaneous, graze. There was something strange and yet endearing about it, as was the fact that this was a new facet of their problematic relations. Light meant curious passing glances, and secrets untold and unknown by the outside world that knew them well.

It was the two warm bodies pressed closely eluding the chill of the norm, the condescending grins expressed beyond each slight hint of a kiss before its continuance and the reluctant parting that brought the boyish grin upon his trimmed features.

Charity smiled lightly, her arms on his shoulders as they stood indifferent on an avenue. "It's a thank you, for actually agreeing to go through with this breakfast - thing. And, an incentive just in anything goes worse than I've already planned."

"Would you stop being so melodramatic," He scoffed playfully in a chuckle, as they turned a boulevard. It was early and the sun beamed through the streets of Harmony, bringing an admirable luminance to the place which added to the picturesque beauty. "It's just breakfast, with your cousin and your best friend. Not the Spanish Inquisition." He spoke his words drawing out to a close.

"I am not being melodramatic, Miguel." She countered tightening her coat, as they continued to move forward. "I'm just being realistic. I know my cousin like the back of my hand," Charity declared with a sardonic chortle, "I know, the very second we get there she's going to get domestic and revert to the old days when we were kids,"

Intrigued, Miguel cocked a brow. "By doing?"

"Oh, well my cousin has this habit of always intervening." Charity shrugged, "At any given moment she'd just charge, and take full rightful ownership to shove her nose in my business."

"That's not a habit, Charity. That's just a family," Miguel laughed, warmly before stopping her footsteps and pulling her towards him. Her eyes searched his momentarily as he spoke in a soft manner, "You really do worry too much." He kissed her lightly as a testament and a fondness of the fact, as she stepped away.

"And, if you keep this up we're going to be more late than we already have been"She responded as she grabbed him along the streets, to their awaiting torture.

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Kay and Bianca sat on divergent sides at a table in the silver Platter. Both had chosen one of the most elite breakfast clubs in Harmony. Katharine used the choice as a mechanism of intimidation; Bianca simply chose it for the fast waiters who by the drop of a ten would frisk freely and beyond. She was in now way on the mission that Katharine was to prove Miguel of being the worst possible match for Charity, and she made sure they both knew that.

Kay scanned the snobbery of the classical music that played along with, the haughtily displayed room. Lifting the glass of distilled water to her pained lips, she rested it down once more. "They're late." The words like sharp knives as her eyes turned to Bianca.

"I've noticed." She responded passively, turning her attentions away from the fit waiter and back to her friend. "What did you expect that Charity would be at your beck and call with this?" Kay's silence was more than enough to dignify an answer. "And I thought you knew better."

"I just want to get this over with. In a few minutes, I'll be exposing Miguel for the son of a bitch he actually is, and Charity we'll be free to move on with her life, they way she should have when Patrick died. Instead of this disgruntled sexcapade gig, she seemed to get herself in."

Bianca rolled her eyes, as she turned back to the woman. Poised in her statements, "She is and she has moved on, if you haven't noticed. And I don't want you doing anything to ruin her happiness. I mean Jesus, Kay were supposed to be her best friends not her assailants." In more serious of a tone she continued her words as if a warning. "Now, I want you to promise me that you won't start anything today. I'd be nice if just for once we could all act like civilized grown folk, instead of immature oversexed teenagers. Could you do that Kay?"

"They're here," She replied, in avoidance. While her eyes narrowed down the couple as they came closer.

As if she had no other choice, she complied with Bianca's wish for the time being. Putting on her best behaviour as Miguel and Charity finally came to the table. Casually biting her tongue at the revelation that Miguel didn't actually have a relevant title, he stood as no boyfriend nor was he called as a good friend. She refrained from questioning either's reasoning for this, by asking what their connection other than the distinct obvious; And quicker than it came, the time had been over and done with and she surprised herself with the kindness and approval she acted out. Calmly awaiting to release her hell as the time came.

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He watched her from the veil of the coat room, an etched from on his lips as the menacing voices of obligation came to him in hiding.

"I'm not hearing this, I can't be." Vincent Hughes raved. "I thought we were in this together Miguel. Don't tell me you've decided to back away from all this already?"

One had eased down the thread of his pants, as it rested in one of its pockets while the other clenched the phone. "Would you shut - up? Of course I haven't backed out, not when I'm this close to getting everything I've ever wanted." He felt the pierce of eyes upon him as the vigour tone of his voice lowered walking throughout the isolated room.

"Excuse me if I'm not convinced by all this hesitations." Vince stated flatly "Correct me if I'm mistaken, but I was pretty damn sure we had everything planned. You gave me specific orders as to what to do, the very moment I -"

"I know what I said, Vince." Miguel confirmed, venturing back to the place he just was "But I can't. Not now," In a cautioned motion he tilted the confined blinds of doors that set him apart from the rest of the room, capturing Charity once more.

"Why the hell not? It's not like we have time on our side." The hasty voice said. "If you want what you said you want done we have to strike now!"

"This is my call remember that," Miguel quipped not taking a liking to the tone he's received "We will do things as planned, but it's not going to be today." As the click of the phone being closed could be heard, he let his hands engulf the devise letting the strong grip he had on it close, as he brought it to his mouth. This was definitely some kind of mess he had gotten himself into. Possibly, the worst as in this chance he had so much to lose yet so much more to gain.

The door closing loudly interrupted the thoughts, as Katharine scowling figure stood at the other end.

"Don't frown like that Katharine, no one like's a poor sport. It isn't all that attractive," Miguel advised, "Your little boyfriend only has himself to blame with the way his business is going these days,"

Her grim expressions continued, as she glared at the man. "Don't play coy with me Lopez - Fitzgerald. You know damn well what this is about." The brunette snapped as the sound the dainty doors shutting could be heard between them. "You're going to tell me what you're doing with my cousin, and you're not going anywhere until you do."

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SYDNEY, AUSTRAILIA.

As he circled the internment, pausing at the sight of his desk ahead of him. His dark eyes bore into the sight that taunted from all the years he'd left, the sight of eyes filled with all the hope in the world made him cringe with guilt as they lingered to a face.

Slowly he inched over to the haunting frame, picking it up swiftly with no sign of fear. Looking directly into the picture, his eyes shut trying desperately to hear the sounds of happy children with common glimmers of emerald like his with stunning features as their mother.

"Detective, Fitzgerald." A voice called from the doorway of his office. "Mr. Fitzgerald, sorry to interrupt." The woman continued as stepped further into the room.

A wry smile crossed Martin Fitzgerald's lips as he turned resting the photo frame on his desk once more. "That's no problem Evelyn, what seems to be the problem?"

"Everything's under control," The young lady responded calmly, "You just received some mail, no return address though," Evelyn commented, as she handed the sleek envelope to her boss before promptly walking away.

No return address? Martin pondered, as he surveyed the thing. Moving his finger upwards he opened the mail slipping the meek paper out of the envelope. His eyes followed efficiently after each word until the letter's end, as he let the envelope fall to the floor, paper still in hand he clenched to it as he looked at the words once more.

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"Look, I care for Charity far more than I've cared for any woman, and if you're thinking this is intimidating enough to get me to stop seeing her - I'd have to say you're mistaken." Miguel replied tranquilly, walking past Katharine.

Kay caught his arm as she turned him back to face her, "These are some confident words for someone who's hanging by a string." She side while smirking widely. "I'd be nice to me, if I were you."

"What in God's name are you talking about Bennett?" He sneered, while staring at the women as she was absolutely mad.

"I'd be a shame for Charity to find out about you this way, but I'll be willing to risk it. I'm on to you, Miguel and it's just a matter of time before Charity will be too." She stated, "You claim to know her well, tell me how much longer do you think she's going to buy into this mystery man complex you have going on?" Kay questioned while snickering.

His silence was a gateway for her to continue. "She's an official, Miguel. I'm sure Charity's seen tones of cases like yours before she quit, this is just another…"

"Oh, Kay didn't anyone tell you how dangerous it is to meddle in other people's business?"

"You don't scare me." Katharine roared, as Miguel briskly recoiled his arm.

With his lips pursed he shrugged walking past as the woman turned to him. "Maybe you should. For the last time, I'll tell you I have actual feeling for your cousin. She returns the same for me, so I think it's safe to say we'll be together as long as the fates allow," Miguel declared certainly, while moving inwards to the brunette to whisper. "I'd get used to me if I were you, Kay; because if I get my way, which we both know I will, that will be a very long time."

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"So," Charity began as she looked across the table to Bianca. Kay and Miguel had left earlier leaving just them and Charity took this time to her advantage.

"What do you want me to say, Charity? You know Katharine, just as much as I do." She stated, quietly while playing around with the small ornaments on the table. It was now noon, all the waiters worth looking at were off shift and she was still here!

"I'm right aren't I? She does have something up her sleeve. Kay was too calm for comfort this morning."

"Stop grilling me!" Bianca hissed in frustration, as they stood to leave.

Yiezmien, had stepped in as they stood with no invitation taking her seat at the. "I hope you both aren't leaving so soon?" She stated while talking to both women.

"Who the hell are you?" Bianca demanded throwing all manners behind and fed up with the whole day all together she wanted no other surprises.

"Bianca this is Yiezmien Vasquez. Yiezmien, Bianca Evans." Charity said flatly about half as thrilled as Bianca to see the woman.

"I believe we've met before, you're Miguel's bartendress. Kudos, maybe you could fix me up something sometime," The woman said while lifting her coat.

Bianca's eyes narrowed. "Oh, I can fix you something alright you hoity - toity …"

"Bianca was just leaving," Charity covered as she grabbed her friend by the arm and told her to wait for her by the car. Bianca insisted to stay around just in case her friend needed any back up to kick the hell out of this Vasquez girl's ass but Charity refrained, and Bianca left.

"What's the point of all of this, Yiezmien? If I recall correctly I really didn't like you, and I could have sworn that you feel the same." She queried, while sitting down.

"Things haven't changed. I still love Miguel, and want very much to be with him" The dark haired woman said, shifting her long tresses to and fro as she crossed her legs. They were both adults she saw no reason to lay of the fact. "But unfortunately he doesn't feel the same," She ended her tone in regrettably, before searching Charity's presence.

"He told you he loved you didn't he?" Yiezmien took to time to ask.

"I don't think that's any of you're business." Charity replied curtly, as the woman nodded. "Why are you here, Yiezmien?"

Yiezmien tilted her head, to the younger blonde as she crossed her arms in contemplation. "You really don't know don't you?"

"Know what?" She sighed disconsolately, growing very impatient in the conversation.

She hesitated briefly, while leaning inwardly. "Miguel's a man of circumstance; he always does whatever feels right at that moment. I should know with how long we've been together - and not. It was always something with him, either a beautiful club singer or…"

"A bitch of an ex - girlfriend, who couldn't take a break up if it, hit her in the face?" Charity concluded as she smiled, "Goodbye, Yiezmien." She declared while standing.

"It must feel nice to be so confident of Miguel's feelings for you. And hey! I could be wrong, he could genuinely love you or, I could be right and the very second he finds something better he'll be out faster than you can watch him go." She stood glaring into Charity's eyes while taking her coat. "I hope for you it wont be too late before you realize, you're sleeping with the enemy."

Closing Thoughts - So, what do you think!? I hope I'm not being biased by saying that I really loved writing this one and I hope you loved reading this. Anyhow, to the storyline…y'all could all guess what's coming up but that won't mean I'll tell! Although I'll be nice and give you a heads up to really focus on the confrontations that went on…Latz. Review s'il vous plait.

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