Yeah, I know...the story hasn't really gone too far yet but I guess this is just one that starts out slow, remaining true to the essence of Witch Hunter Robin. -He he he...- It should pick up a bit in the next...remember, I just sit and type so none of this was planned out. -Smiles- I do, however, have some interestingideas...all tossing around in my head. Now to figure out which ones I want to use in this story and where to place them...

The sun shone through the windows, the curtains doing nothing to keep it out, awaking Robin from her sleep. She sat up and rubbed at her eyes and upon looking around, she saw that, like usual, Amon was already up. The TV was on, the morning news on but muted so as not to wake her. She didn't see Amon which meant he was out getting them something to eat, something that had scared her the first time. He had forgotten to say where he was going, forgotten to leave a note, so she was worried something had happened. She later realized it was probably due to him not having to do such a thing before, who would he have left a note for before? He was alone, he moved alone, worried about no one but she soon adjusted to his morning absences although she still would have liked to have a note...for some odd reason...comfort maybe? No, a note alone wouldn't have comforted her, she still wouldn't have known if something had happened to him while he was gone so she'd just have to trust him and trust he'd be alright.

Her quiet thoughts were interrupted when she heard someone at the door. Her heart immediately began to pump faster but then she heard the sound of keys and began to calm. Amon walked in with a bag of food and quietly closed the door. Has that man always been so quiet? He left without making a sound, came in almost as quietly, and hardly ever spoke. Oh well, there was nothing she could do about it, it was just him. He placed the food on the table and started to get it out. Wordlessly, like usual, she got up and went to the table, sat, and waited for him to hand her her carton of food. He handed her her food and then took out his...sat...and ate...in silence.

Always silent. It had long lost its awkwardness because it was always present so it worked for them. He had taken a few bites when he realized he should tell her of what he had planned.

"We're going to see Nagira tonight", he said without looking at her. She looked up at him, startled at first that he had spoken and then at what he had said.

"Nagira?" she asked softly. "Yes, it's time we find out what's been going on since we left." he answered in his usual monotone. "We'll go later tonight when it's less likely that we'll be spotted."

Shaking her head yes in understanding and picking up her fork again, there ended the conversation. Short and right to the point...followed by silence yet again. Silence had gotten to be like a third person in their lives, a friend and sometimes an enemy but inseparable either way.

And so, the day passed slowly, them never leaving the solitary hotel room. Robin had taken to, yet again, watching TV. Robin wasn't much of a TV watcher so she rarely paid much attention to what was on, her mind focusing and then drifting away to no where. Amon had sat himself down at his laptop, Robin assumed, to read news articles.

She had been sitting still for about 45 minutes when she heard Amon shift...no, get up...it sounded as though he had simply shifted his sitting position. Always so quiet. He walked over to the bed on the right of Robin's, closest to the door, and sat. He then shifted himself so that he was half sitting up, half resting on the pillows and stared blankly at the TV. It was only 11:21am and she knew it was going to be a long day.

It was now 6:19pm and Robin was almost bored to tears. She watched TV, spaced out, walked back and forth between the window and the bed, and got on Amon's laptop a few times but inside she was screaming. Amon seemed calm...he laid down on his bed for a bit and then finally closed his eyes and appeared to be asleep or at least comfortable enough to lay still for several hours. How did that man do it?

Amon had been resting for about six hours when he decided to get up. He felt...oddly peaceful. Robin was so quiet that she made it easy for him to take a little cat nap. Well, more than a little cat nap but he was really relaxed...she hardly made a peep except for the times she had gotten up and moved around a bit but it wasn't enough to wake him up. He was just really aware of his surroundings, especially when they were so close, there was really no where for her to go.

He figured it was time to go. It was late enough and he could tell Robin was dieing to get out of the hotel.

"Get ready, we're leaving." he said as he sat up. He watched as Robin turned her head quickly towards him, her eyes lighting up. She nodded and proceeded to put her boots on as Amon did the same. After putting their coats and boots on, they headed out, Robin as excited as a small child. She was just glad she would be out of that stuffy hotel room. They made their way to Amon's car and got in, again, silence joining them in the back seat.

The hotel they had been staying in wasn't terribly far from Nagira's office so it only took them about 30 minutes to get there. Robin was just happy to see something other than the room...she kind of wanted to roll the window down and smell the fresh air, to feel it on her face. She would have but Amon never rolled the windows down or had music on. He just drove to wherever he was going in complete and stuffy silence. Her eyes glued to the window, she took in every detail she could. She no longer took that kind of freedom for granted.

They finally arrived at Nagira's, Amon parking a bit away from his office, for what reason, Robin didn't know. She figured he just didn't feel safe parking right out in front but she didn't know what parking a little down the street was going to do. She followed him out of the car, shrugging it off as him worrying too much...possibly...they were there to find out what was going on and then they would know if Amon was worrying too much, just enough, or not enough.

They made their way down the street, silence following behind them as usual. When they got to the door Amon knocked quietly and yet loud enough that Nagira would hear. They stood for a few minutes, Robin quietly hoping he was even home. They then heard footsteps, the door soon opening after they had stopped.

"Well, hey there, I knew you two weren't dead."