A/N: I have been such a bad author, neglecting this little fan fiction of mine! I am so sorry, sometimes writers block just hits, alongside laziness and school. AP World History is a killer! But I am updating hip, hip, hurray! This chapter is a funnier chapter, not as series as the rest. I'll be working on the rest of the story, and finishing it soon. Perhaps I can wrap everything up in the next five chapters. I am so sorry for the reviews that I got that were like "Cant wait for the next chapter!" It took me so long! So here it is!

Chapter Five: Predictable
The sun is sleeping quietly
Once upon a century
Wistful oceans calm and red
Ardent caresses laid to rest
For my dreams I hold my life
For wishes I behold my night
The truth at the end of time
Losing faith makes a crime

-Sleeping Sun, Nightwish

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I woke up with the sun sleeping quietly, the sound of the city faint in the distance. I could hear the familiar sirens and the laughter of people coming home from whatever party they came from. I rolled over to my side and looked at the clock it read a glaring 12 A.M.

'Not so bad' I thought to myself 'At least I got a good four hours of sleep.' I sighed silently. It felt like I could have slept a century, obviously my body wouldn't let me. I slowly got out of bed.

I wish these nights could last a lifetime, just lay in the vast darkness that surrounds me. I put on my bedroom slippers and walked hap hazard out of my bedroom. I turned on my kitchen light, the glaring new found illumination straining at my eyes. I squinted for a second, letting my eyes get used to the beam.

Once adjusted, I went to my coffee pot, my faithful little coffee pot and hit the on button. I lean against the counter and look around the darkness outside the kitchen.

When I was still a teenage girl I used to wish for the night time to last for all of my lifetime. It was the time when I could get away from my demanding mother and sophisticated father. It was like…the truth at the end of time, the darkness held all of my secrets, all of the answers to all of my questions, and the only crime was loosing faith.

I could just sit and dream, I could be the poet writing the play and everyone loving it, the girl who wasn't lost in her books, and trying hard to please her family. I was the rebellious teenager who said, "NO!" instead of "Yes, 'mam."

I wished for these nighttimes to last for a lifetime. I wish I could go down with the sun, and live in the darkness around me-the shores of a solar sea.

I pored myself a cup of coffee and began sipping slowly. The hot strong aroma of the coffee awakened my sense buds and I felt alive again. I took what I thought was a sip gulping down hot liquid, causing me to burn my tongue.

"Oh Fuck." I mumbled putting my coffee mug down. My tongue became swollen and felt raw. The pain turned into a tickling sensation as I washed the feeling down with a glass of water.

A faint knock came from my door.

'Who'd be here at this time of the night?" I wondered. I walked to the front door coffee in hand and looked through the peep hole. There in front of my door stood George Huang.

I opened the door with a smile on my face. "How did you get inside?" I asked letting him in.

"Someone was coming out, right as I was about to buzz." He replied looking around.

"It is sort of dark in here." He told me, giving me a hint to turn on my lights.

"Sorry, the dark helps me think." I apologized.

"So, what are you doing here?" I asked flipping on a light.

"I was worried about you Alex." He replied softly

"I can handle myself." I replied matter-of-factly.

"You may, but I have never seen you so shaken up about a case before."

"They are all the same, some show more than other." I took a sip of my coffee. "How rude of me," I began shaking my head softly, "would you like some coffee?" I began walking towards the kitchen and gestured him to follow. I already knew what he wanted.

"Cream and," Huang began,

"Sugar, I know." I said finishing his sentence. I handed him his coffee. He thanked me and took a sip.

"You know what I like about you George?" I asked.

"What's that?"

"You're so predictable." I smiled at him over my coffee cup.

"And you're not?" He asked sarcastically.

"I'm not, and that is because I'm a woman Huang, we have a copule of tricks up our sleeves." I replied flirting.

"Well..." He replied flustered. There was a moment of silence as we looked at each other smiling. Huang took a sip of coffee and cleared his voice.

"I am glad you decided to get Elizabeth help." Huang said. My smile dropped and I heaved a sigh.

"Elliot asked," I began, "she needs it. It took me to while to convince the 'higher others' that though. It was so…hard to take it all in. It was someone we work with who was the victim this time…to see Elliot on the opposite side of the courtroom, I'm just glad that it is all over."

Huang nodded his head in conformation. He opened to say something, but I cut him off. "Don't you dare psyche me out Huang." I said my smile back on my lips.

"I wasn't…"

"Yes you were, like I said predictable."

He laughed full heartedly.

"I am predictable!" He agreed.

"Just a tad." I said jokingly. He put his coffee cup down, took mine out of my hands and kissed me I could taste the sweet of the sugar from his coffee as we kissed. He pulled away.

"Was that predictable?" He asked, a huge smirk on his face.

"Yes." I said teasingly.

"Well then." He said stepping back and turning his back towards me.

"Oh! Is little Gerogy getting mad like a little bitty baby?" I teased.

He turned around, grabbed my hips and pulled me in. I gasped, now this was not predictable.

He tilted my head back grabbing my mouth with his and "dove" in. At first I was startled. He had always been so soft and gentle, but this was rough, hard, thrilling!

I pulled away gasping for air. He held a huge grin on his face.

"I know you wake up every night at 12, go back to be at 2, wake up at 6 in the morning, take a shower around 6:15, but never later. You always leave the house around 7:30, but not later. On your way to work you always goes to the same coffee shop and order the same thing. You go to work, come back home whenever you can and do it all over again."

I looked at him confused.

"Talk about predictable." He renounced and kissed me again.

I pulled away defensively.

"You listen," he kissed me again; I pulled away, "I do not order the same thing EVERYDAY." I said angrily, thoug I yawned.

He looked at the clock, "HA! It is 1:55 and you're getting tired!"

"I'm tired, jeez, leave me alone." I said, yawning again.

"Predictable."

"Why, I was going to ask if you wanted to spend the night, but with that attitude..." I grinned satisfactory as I saw his huge smile begin to fade.

"No Alex, you're not predictable." He said matter-of-factly.

I laughed and gave him a hug. "You're so cute!" I replied teasingly.

He looked at me, "Cute?"

"Oh, just shut up." I said grabbing him by the hand and pulled into my room. I laid down and snuggled close to him. I closed my eyes as I dreamt inside the darkness. Sleeping alongside the sun.

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I wish for this night-time
to last for a lifetime
The darkness around me
Shores of a solar sea
Oh how I wish to go down with the sun
Sleeping
Weeping
With you
Sorrow has a human heart
From my god it will depart
I'd sail before a thousand moons
Never finding where to go
Two hundred twenty-two days of light
Will be desired by a night
A moment for the poet's play
Until there's nothing left to say

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