A broad smile crossed Jonathan's face as he plopped down into the seat next to Dinah. "So, why'd you pick this place, anyways?" He asked, looking over the stub of his plane ticket. "I've never even heard of it…"
"Well, that's kind of the point…" Dinah said. "I mean, that, and they don't extradite…"
"Extradite?" Jonathan said. "Almost sounds like you're afraid to get caught…"
"If I wasn't…" Dinah said. "Do you think that I would've left town so abruptly?"
Jonathan shrugged his shoulders. "Aunt Cassie's dead… My Dad is dead… Sandman is dead… What's left for you there anyways?"
Dinah looked away from him. "Nothing…" she said. "Never mind…"
Jonathan laughed. "If I didn't know better…" he said. "I would think that you had a conscience…"
Dinah turned to look at him again. "And just what is that supposed to mean?" she snapped.
"It means…" Jonathan said. "That you are displaying the classic signs of regret…"
Dinah laughed. "Just how drunk are you?" She asked.
Jonathan squinted slightly, as if he was pondering the answer. "Not especially…" he said. "A few drinks to toast my newfound freedom and that is all…"
Dinah laughed. "You should know better than to think that I would regret what we did…" she said.
"No, well… Maybe you regret something else… Maybe you wished that you could stay in Springfield… Maybe you have reasons that you're not sharing with me…"
"So what if I do?" Dinah said. "Remind me again why that's any of your business…"
"In essence…" Jonathan said. "You just ran away with me… You do realize that…"
"So what?" Dinah said. "That's how I live my life… I don't bother with thinking things to death, I just feel…"
"You just feel what?" Jonathan asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I just feel…" Dinah said. "And I do what I feel like doing… Even if most people would find it nonsensical…"
Jonathan laughed. "It's ok to miss your dad you know…" he said. "And your brother and whoever else…"
Dinah looked at him surprised. "What?" she said. "How did you…"
Jonathan laughed again. "Oh, come on, Dinah…" he said. "You must've known that I had to do a little checking up on you…"
Dinah looked away from him again and couldn't help but laugh slightly. "I think that I need a drink too…" she said.
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It took Sandy quite a bit of time to compose himself after that phone call. He could tell by Tammy's voice that she knew exactly what was going on and it killed him to know how much it hurt her. Reva's reaction to the whole thing flashed through his head again as he wondered if Tammy would take it even worse. He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed, breathing deeply before sticking his phone back into his pocket. He walked back over to Jeffrey and the rest of the law enforcement. "They're on their way…" he said, trying to keep his voice cool and collected. "I didn't tell her what happened, but by the tone in her voice I think that she's got it all figured out…"
Jeffrey looked over at Sandy. He could tell that he was trying to keep up a calm, detached demeanor, but by now there was no hiding the emotion behind those beautiful blue eyes. He almost had to look away from him for a second, mentally reminding himself that he was here as an FBI Agent, and nothing else. He wanted to wrap his arms around him, but with the myriad of people that had since gathered; he forced himself to hold back. "Well…" he said, finally forcing himself to look back at Sandy. "That much was inevitable, I guess…"
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"Here you go… Another drink for you…" Dinah said with a smile on her face. "To us…"
"To us…" Jonathan said, clinking his drink against hers. "And our newfound freedom…"
"Freedom…" Dinah smiled, quickly downing her drink.
"Freedom…" Jonathan said, downing his drink quite quickly as well. "Freedom from the demons of the past…"
Dinah smiled at him. "You know, I have to say…" she said. "Joining forces with you has gotta be one of the smartest things that I ever did…"
"Well, you know what they say…" Jonathan said with a slight chuckle. "The enemy of my enemy is my fuck buddy…" he winked.
Maybe it was just the alcohol in her system, but Dinah couldn't help but laugh at his words.