Alright, Chap. 3! Really sorry for the wait, I had other things (school, sleep, etc…) but I really hope this is worth the wait! Once again, I don't own any of the characters in this chapter. So, enjoy!

Robert had been "dead" for one week now. Elizabeth went to work as usual, Ella was getting used to 'Uncle Robert', and he himself was living on Mark's overly large clothing. It was finally time to get new ones, however.

"How does it fit, Robert?" Elizabeth asked him. He walked out of the dressing room, clad in a pair of dark pants and a polo shirt.

"Like the pants, shirts OK, nothings that great." Elizabeth sighed. Typical Robert. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a familiar figure walking towards her. She shoved Robert into the dressing room and stood against the door.

"Dr. Pratt!" She said.

"Dr. Corday?" Pratt looked around the store. "What are you doing here? This is a men's store…right?"

"Oh, well, um, yes, I… love men's clothing," Elizabeth went to the nearest table and picked up a pair of leather pants. "I love the smell.. of leather."

Pratt looked at her strangely. That's when Robert walked out of the change room.

"Elizabeth, WHAT WAS THAT?" he cried. As soon as he saw Pratt he covered his face with the shirt and walked away. "Elizabeth? Where are you? I can't find my, uh, daughter, Elizabeth!"

"Uh, Elizabeth, is it just me, or was that guy…Romano?"
"Don't be silly! Robert is dead," Elizabeth faked sadness. "And that makes me very sad."

"Hm. Well, I've gotta go, see you at work."

Elizabeth found Robert and smacked the back of his head.

"You almost blew you're cover! Pratt suspected something!"

"Pratt is an idiot. He didn't suspect anything."

"Yes he did! They talk at the hospital, and something like that just might be an interesting subject!"
"OK, let me rephrase that. Pratt is an idiot, they're all idiots, they won't suspect anything. Trust me."

At the hospital…..

"Y'know what'd be weird?" Chen said to Pratt. "If Romano were alive."

"Woah, yeah. But that couldn't happen." He replied obliviously.

"GET BACK TO WORK!" Kerry screeched.

"Robert, turn off the TV, we're going to the soup kitchen." Elizabeth announced.

"Lizzie, laughing at the poor people isn't going to solve anything."

"No! I volunteer there every Christmas, to do something good for the community."

"Elizabeth, let me refresh your memory: You are a SURGEON. You do your part."

"I know," Elizabeth said, turning off the TV. "But there are people who can't afford that."

"And I suppose I'm going to help you out with that?"

"Yes."

"No."

Elizabeth glared at him.

"Why not?"

"It's cold. I'm comfortable. I was a surgeon. I helped people. And finally, I'm dead. I need more help than they do."

"Robert, PLEASE. They do need help."

Robert sighed.

"I'll tell you what. I go help you, you go out with me."

Elizabeth was taken back.

"What, on a DATE?"

"Sure, if you want it to be."

Elizabeth sighed.

"Alright, fine. But JUST as friends. I have a child."

"Here's your soup, have a nice day….thank you, come again…. Eat it and get out…." Robert said, bored. He stared into the soup he was putting into little paper bowls. It looked gross. It was browny-green with little lumps in it. Were there supposed to be lumps in it? He looked across at Lizzie. She looked bored too. Why did she do this every year?

"ROBERT!" the homeless woman cried. He stared at her.

"That's right, crazy homeless lady. I'm Robert. And he's Robert. And she's Robert. Now go sit at that Robert and eat your Robert, OK?"

The woman pulled off the moth-bitten hat she was wearing to reveal long blondy-brown hair, and a face Robert knew way too well.

"ABBY!"

"ROBERT!"

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING AT A SOUP KITCHEN?"

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING…ALIVE??"

"You answer my question!"

"Mine first!"

"I asked first!"

The man running the kitchen ran over.

"Look, buddy, no fighting with the less-fortunates, OK? Take it outside."

Robert pulled off his gloves and went outside. Elizabeth pulled off her gloves and hairnet and went too.

"So let me get this straight-you're alive, and living with you?" Abby asked them.

"Yes. That still doesn't explain why you were dressed as a 'less-fortunate'. Cruis'n for eats, Abby? I thought the hospital paid better." Robert replied.

"No, Pratt told me he saw you. We started a little 'search team' for you, Pratt, Susan, and I. You could get in a lot of trouble for this, y' know."

Elizabeth smacked his real arm. "I told you!"

"I know, I know, Abby, but you CANNOT tell anyone."

"I have to. I promised."

"Listen, don't tell anyone, and we can make it worth you're while."

"Are you black-mailing me?"

"No, Abby, we're BRIBING you. There IS a difference," Robert replied. He whispered in Elizabeth's ear, "I told YOU."

"What do you have that I want?"

Elizabeth and Robert were silent.

"We can give you gross soup?" Robert suggested. Abby smiled

"OK!"
"Seriously?"

"Uh-huh, I won't tell!"

"Good. You'll have all the soup you want then. That stuff can't be too hard to make."

"So, Lizzie, we still on, say, tomorrow at 8:00?"

Elizabeth grinned.

"Sure, okay."

So, what did you think? Please review, because Chap. 4-THE DATE!!!

-Son Kat