Tears in heaven
It was the dead of night. The kind of night unmarred by the glow of the moon and the stars. The cold night air swept laughter across the cemetery as a single car drove down a near by street, the headlights cutting threw the darkness like a knife cutting threw butter.
Once the vehicle was a fare distance away from the gates, as not to attract the attention of the people, laughing and having a good time, it came to a halt.
The door on the driver side of the car swung open and a man, not more than 5'9" stepped out and swiftly jumped over the short fence, all the while keeping his eyes on his prey not ten feet away from him.
He crouched silently in the bushes as one of the men looked his way. He silently crawled behind the bushes, working his way towards his target.
He crouched down and started closing in behind her. The man who had almost seen him, now saw him and was about to shout out a warning, but before he could get anything out of his mouth, he pounced. He jumped up behind her and grabbed her up quickly and spun her around before setting her back down again and started laughing.
"Mortimer, You ass!" She yelled. "God! You scared the hell out of me!" He looked at her and gave her his best 'Kicked Puppy' look.
"I'm sorry." He said, "but I couldn't help it." She smacked his arm and sat back down on the gravestone she had been previously sitting on, before Mortimer so rudely startled her. He looked at the gravestone, then back at her and tilted his head.
"You know, that's very disrespectful!" He said, his strong English accent tinted slightly by a bit of Scottish. She looked down at the gravestone and shrugged. "Toby!" He said, obviously irritated. She sighed and got up off of the gravestone.
"Since when did you care about being respectful?" She asked, him as she leaned on his shoulder.
"Since you keep on telling me to respect my elders." Toby looked at him slightly confused.
"What?" Mortimer pointed at the grave that said, "William Worthington, 1852-1880" She looked at him angrily. "I meant alive elders!" She yelled at him. Marti tried to stifle his laughter but found that he could not. Mortimer looked at his friend who was trying to calm down to talk but was only succeeding in making himself laugh harder.
"Ok, It wasn't that funny." Mortimer said. Marti finally stopped laughing and looked at him.
"Sorry."
"Are you working tomorrow?" Toby asked Mortimer. Mortimer nodded and sighed.
"I don't want to. I swear that guy can drive anyone into committing murder." He said. "If I ever hear him call me Morti again, I swear I will murder. Probably him... And maybe my brain dead partner. God, that guy is dumber than a door knob."