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Chapter 6

Munch talked to the other detectives and convinced them that it would be better for Sara to stay with him since she knew him and would be more comfortable staying with someone she knows. An hour later Sara and John were driving to her apartment so that she could get some of her things.

The door to her apartment had yellow police tape over it, with one swift movement Sara pulled the tape away and unlocked the door. "I'll just take a minute." Sara said rushing back to her bedroom, her heels clicking loudly on the hard wood floor. She grabbed a bag from under the bed and began to pack some of her clothes.

While she was doing this Munch was looking around the living room. The furniture was mix-matched and there were obscure movie posters and painting all around the room. The whole room just screamed with Sara's personality and that's when Munch realized how much he had missed her. It had been years since they had seen each other but when they friends it had been the most normal relationship that either of them ever had.

Only once had they crossed the platonic line. Neither really remembered it though as both were extremely drunk and decided in the morning to never bring it up again. That night had happened the week after John's first divorce became permanent. Sara took him out for a drink, which led to another drink and another until they lost count.

Paying the bar tab, the two stumbled out into the street and caught a cab back to John's newly empty apartment…

(FLASHBACK)

"You know that there are 20 some specific conspiracy theories all with some sort of evidence." John managed through his drunken haze. Sara was busy trying to unlock the apartment door. "And there's two different theories about if there were two gun men or one. I don't know about that, Lee Harvey Oswald was totally involved but what about Jack Ruby. D'you know that some people think that Sinatra was involved. Sinatra! Ol' Blue Eyes! It's completely erroneous…"

"You use big words when you're drunk… you use big words when you're sober too." Sara said, still trying to get the door opened. "Why isn't my key working? OH! It's your apartment." She laughed. "Do you have your keys?"

"Some where yeah…" John started reaching into pockets.

"I'll help you look." Sara exclaimed, putting her hand into his pants pocket. She couldn't help but smile through her mist of alcohol at his shocked expression. Proudly Sara pulled the keys out and shook them before turning back to the task of opening the door.

"You know I bet that it was the CIA. People might have thought that JFK had too much power." He continued, Sara tuned him out and finally found the right key to let them into his apartment.

"Ah ha!" She said excitedly, opening the door and pulling John in behind her. The key ring was thrown down onto a nearby table and Sara looked for the light switch.

"It's always the people who want power…"

"John shut up about JFK and kiss me." Sara said, leaning against one of the walls.

"Oh… yeah okay." He grinned stupidly, moving against her and leaning down to kiss her. Their lips met in a passionate embrace and John felt Sara pull him closer to her. Finally the need for air forced them to break apart.

"Bedroom?"

"Yeah… back there." He said gesturing down the hall.

Sara just nodded, grabbed John by his necktie and led him to the room.

------------------------------------Morning-------------------------------------------------

Sara woke up realizing that she was much warmer then usual and that she was wearing a man's dress shirt. "Oh shit." She muttered as her hangover met with the bright morning sun, her hand flew to cover her eyes.

"Mmm… what?" John muttered, forcing himself to wake up. "God it's bright."

"I know." Sara said struggling to get out of the bed. "Don't get that look, I'm just going to close the blinds."

Once the blinds were closed and the room was submerged into semi-darkness Sara crawled back into the bed and laid back down with full intentions of going back to sleep. "Are we going to talk abo--"

"Nope." She muttered into the pillow.

"Are you mad?"

"Very… pleased actually."

"Good… so I can just go back to sleep?"

"I wish you would."

"Okay." John laid back down and Sara curled up next to him.

(End Flashback)

"John? Hey John." Sara called his name, shaking Munch from his reminiscing.

"Oh, yeah? All ready?" He asked, standing up as she came out into the living room. She had a bag slung over her shoulder with her purse.

"Yup, what were you thinking about just now? You seemed kinda out of it."

"Oh, just thinking of a good time we had before." Sara gave him a strange, knowing look before replying to him.

"I don't know if you'll get me that drunk again." She said with a laugh. "Come on." The lights were turned off, the door locked, and they were on their way to John Munch's apartment.

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