Pete drove to Denver as if it were any other Monday. Just rolled out of his girl's bed, off to work and feeling happy. This was going to be a good day; he had the feeling an old distant yet doting Aunt was going to croak and leave him a tidy sum. Matter of fact, he was down right cheerful, an assignment accomplished, and a rival out of the picture. He would wait for Sam to call, he would offer her comfort, he would be there to offer support, he would be there to hold her hand and provide the shoulder to cry on. In the end he would be there and O'Neill would not.
The only thing he had to do was make one stop and hurl the Glock into a ravine and wash his hands with bleach to get rid of the residue; he was a detective. Oh yeah and a phone call or two. One call on the throwaway in his glove compartment.
"Done."
The phone was wiped down and sailed out the window on a side road. Back on the highway a second call was placed.
"Hi babe. Sorry I woke you so early. Miss you."
"Hey. You in Denver already?"
"Close. Hated to leave you in that warm bed all alone. Soon, when my transfer's put through we'll have time to enjoy the mornings."
"Yeah about that, Pete don't you think this is a bit premature?"
"I heard a yes, didn't I? I think at our age long engagements are pointless. You having second thought – could of fooled me this weekend."
"It's just – maybe we should discuss this later. I'm on my way to the base, figured I get an early start."
"I love you, Sam, remember that."
"Bye."
Both phone clicked off. Pete had a shit eating grin on his face and Sam looked trouble. She felt as though she was being pushed into a corner and this only made her want to push back.