Chapter 1
Seattle. FBI building. August 23, 2002. 6:30 P.M.
"Ready to go?" He asks her.
"Just a second. I just need to print this report and sign it. Done." She stood up and grabs her coat. As always he helps her to get dress. They walk together to the elevator.
"So, how was your day?" he asks her.
"You know, a delightefull day of paperwork." She is able to keep a serious face until she catches his look and smile. They both hate paperwork. "how was yours?"
"Uhh, I lost my phone. But on the bright side we finally convince mr. Lawrence to testify. Melinda thinks we have pretty good chances to win now" He tells her. "Hold on". He yells to the man inside the elevator. Running a little, they both able to get inside of it.
"Thanks". They both say and the man nods.
"Paul invited us to have dinner with him and Sylvia tomorrow. What do you think?" He looks at her with his deep and charming blue eyes, waiting her answer.
"Sure. What time?" She replys. She knows he want to see Paul´s new big screen TV.
"About 7:00 PM"
Just after drive out the parking lot he asks her "Do you want to go to Tutta Bella´s and grab some pizza?"
"Nah. I preffer call and ask them to deliver at home. My back is hurting. I had so many paperwork to do that I only get up to go to the bathroom and grab some coffe. Now I´m craving for a hot bath followed by the great massage that only you knows how to do" She gives him smile.
He can see how tired she is but she is still beautiful. "You got it"
"What about half pepperoni and half cheese?" He asks her locking the door behind them.
"It´s to fatty. Make it half salad." She replys while taking her coat and shoes off.
"You know, the fact that this pizza has some green stuff on top doesn´t mean you won´t get the callories of the bottom part. You might just well eat something taste" He says with a grin in his face walking toward the phone. It´s not like she has to worry about her weight, she has a perfect body. And besides, she is always eating something sweet. In her purse there is at least two types of chocolates, a pack of gum and tic tac. Her desk at the office was the same, not to metioned the house. The was some candy in the kitchen, the living room and in the drawer of her night stand. He remembers the day when he told her that if she was so worry about her weight she should abdicated of all her candys and she asnwered him, in a matter-of-fact tone, "I only get them in case of blood sugar levels goes down. Better be safe than sorry, right?". He immedially started to laugh, after all her father had diabetes.
"It does taste good." She smiles. In the back they can hear the anwer machine: You have 12 messages. Message one at 01:23 P.M.: Hi Marty, it´s me Jamie. Call me as soon as you get this message. There was concerned on her voice. Message two at 01:54 P.M: Hi, it´s me again. I tried your cell phone but you doesn´t aswer it either. Please call me, it´s important. She sounded as she was crying. Message three at 02:12 P.M: Marty, it´s Allison... My mom... she is in the hospital... Monte Sinai Hosp... and...I...please, come here. She was crying so hard that she almost wasn´t able to talk.
Martin´s face was completly white. He didn´t need to hear the other messages. Something happened to Bonnie, his dearest aunt, the woman who was pratically a mother to him. Right now he needed to get to New York, he needed to be with her, with her uncle and cousins, with his family. He was going to pick up his car keys but Julianne did it first.
"I´ll drive". It was the only thing they said all the way to the airport.