Here it is: Chapter 2!!! Hehe, I really like writing this story... it gives
me a chance to be... fun. Yay! Anyway, the narrator won't be revealed until
the end... so keep on reading... and KEEP ON REVIEWING!!!!! : )
Thanks y'all!
~Natalie~
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Arranging "Dr. O'Grady's" table wasn't too hard. I used some of my feminine wiles (a.k.a. a 20 dollar bill) to ask the host to seat the two people looking for O'Grady at the same table. Now, I wasn't quite sure how they'd react when they saw one another, but I knew that both of them were mules and that neither would choose to leave, despite how much they might want to.
But, I just couldn't simply let it be. I had to add voyeur to my list of trespasses, along with forgery, so I sat down in the small restaurant using my oversized menu as a mask. It briefly occurred to me that I might have to explain why, even after I ordered, I still needed to hang onto my menu, but the thought quickly vanished as I anticipated the events to come.
This was going to be fun.
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Elizabeth stood in front of the mirror examining herself. She sighed 'I look awful.' She said, though in actuality, she looked nothing of the sort. But, she sure felt like it. She really did NOT want to do this tonight. Not tonight after the incredibly horrible day she'd had.
She didn't know what the meeting was all about, and she truthfully didn't care. She just wanted to stay home. But, "duty called."
She took one more look in the mirror, and gazed longingly at the bathtub before she sighed deeply and reluctantly left her house.
She got in her car and headed towards the meeting.
Yeah, this was going to be fun.
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Robert Romano wiped the steam off of the mirror as he performed his "shower" routine. He finished buttoning up his shirt, and then continued mentally lamenting the fact that he had to go to this meeting. He absolutely hated doing crap like this when he didn't want to.
Tonight, he most certainly did not want to.
But, he needed to, he supposed, though he couldn't really say as to why.
He closed his eyes and winced as he imagined spending 2 hours or so with what was probably a boring old man.
Yeah, this was going to be fun.
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I sat there eagerly awaiting the arrival of whom I had termed "my subjects", almost as though I were a scientist conducting a very important experiment. But, this was love, the ultimate experiment, the most important experiment, and here I was trying to orchestrate it. Perhaps I was a scientist, and if it worked, perhaps I was Cupid.
I broke from my thoughts as I heard a brash voice, belonging to only one person on the face of this planet, asking for a Dr. O'Grady. The host nodded and took him to the table where "O'Grady" was supposed to be.
I held my menu firmly, briefly peeking over the top to chance a look at him. He wasn't completely unfortunately looking. He was, actually, somewhat attractive, you know, if you went for short little bald men with huge egos and bad attitudes. But, though he was mean, there was hope for him yet.
He looked pissed. But, then again and to be fair, I reminded myself that was how he usually looked.
Suddenly, I heard a soft but curt British accent asking for the same Dr. O'Grady. The host smiled at her, flirting silently as he began to lead her to the fateful table.
She looked at her feet, and then at the table to which the host was leading her. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Romano. At first he didn't see her, but eventually he became aware of the approaching host and looked past him to see her standing there. A look of shock crossed her face, the same look that was simultaneously crossing hers.
"Batter up" I muttered as I took a sip of my water and settled in to watch the game.
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'What the hell is HE doing here?' Elizabeth asked herself as she saw him sitting there. Kerry hadn't mentioned that he would be here. This was the absolute last thing she needed... dinner with some random doctor... and Dr. Romano.
She considered leaving, just going home and pretending that she hadn't gotten the message, but she quickly changed her mind as Romano looked up to see her standing there. He looked as shocked to see her as she was to see him.
She smiled curtly and made her way over to the table as the host pulled out her chair and Robert did one of those gentlemanly half-stands, which she considered to be extremely out of his normal character.
She gave a small smile to Robert and thanked the host.
Yep, she should have stayed home.
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'Holy hell, what is SHE doing here?' Romano asked himself as he saw Elizabeth standing there. Damn, she looked beautiful.
He gave her a smile as she cautiously began following the host to his table, but he was pretty sure she noticed how shocked he was. He had waited forever for this moment, but this wasn't exactly how he'd imagined it.
The host, who had undoubtedly been flirting with her, shot him a look as he pulled the chair out for her. She sat down and offered him a small smile which he returned as she thanked the host.
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"Hello Robert." She said tightly.
After recovering from his shock, Romano spoke boisterously "Evening, Lizzie." After looking at the menu he spoke again with as much enthusiasm, though it be false, as he could muster: "So, Weaver dragged your ass down here too, huh?"
Elizabeth smiled and laughed lightly, their disdain for Weaver was one thing they had in common. "Almost literally kicking and screaming." She confirmed.
He smiled and returned to his menu, as did she.
The server approached the table and asked for their orders. Usually, Elizabeth would have been forced to order something she knew wouldn't get all over her face, like Ravioli. But, luckily for her, this wasn't a date. She smiled at the server and graciously ordered Fettuccine Alfredo. Robert ordered the same.
The waiter then asked if he could bring them some wine. Robert didn't care either way, so he looked questioningly at Elizabeth, letting her know it was up to her.
She was about to refuse when she reconsidered: "This day's been absolute hell, so sure, why not."
Robert seconded her assertion and told the waiter what type of wine to bring.
Minutes later the waiter appeared with a bottle of wine, and poured both of them a glass before setting the bottle on the table.
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I sat there thinking: Damn, wine already? See? I knew these two were meant for each other. It's not even a real date, and already they're sharing wine. Damn, I'm good. The waiter came and tried to take my order, but I assured him that I really did need more time, as I was a very picky person, and that I might just not decide until the end of the night. He rolled his eyes, obviously pissed off, and walked away.
Eh, oh well, who really cares? Not I. I was witnessing history in the making, ladies and gentlemen. Not many people can say that.
Well, technically speaking, I guess everyone can say that, huh? That they were seeing history in the making? Really, everything is history and in the making. But that's too philosophical, and I'm generally not the philosophical type.
But, not everyone gets to witness THIS type of history in the making, let alone claim responsibility for it. And oh was I going to claim responsibility for it. If it worked, that is. If it failed, I'll blame it on Weaver... after all, no one can trace those letters to me.
Hmm, wine already... Damn was I good.
I couldn't wait for the rest of this little history to begin!
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Most definitely to be continued!
This is the fine print: Most definitely to be continued!... if you review!!
(Thanks to everyone who has already, y'all make me smile!!!) Saved-by- grace, you always review my stuff, and so do you Shelia... thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And to everyone else... you guys rock!
: )
~Natalie~
Thanks y'all!
~Natalie~
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Arranging "Dr. O'Grady's" table wasn't too hard. I used some of my feminine wiles (a.k.a. a 20 dollar bill) to ask the host to seat the two people looking for O'Grady at the same table. Now, I wasn't quite sure how they'd react when they saw one another, but I knew that both of them were mules and that neither would choose to leave, despite how much they might want to.
But, I just couldn't simply let it be. I had to add voyeur to my list of trespasses, along with forgery, so I sat down in the small restaurant using my oversized menu as a mask. It briefly occurred to me that I might have to explain why, even after I ordered, I still needed to hang onto my menu, but the thought quickly vanished as I anticipated the events to come.
This was going to be fun.
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Elizabeth stood in front of the mirror examining herself. She sighed 'I look awful.' She said, though in actuality, she looked nothing of the sort. But, she sure felt like it. She really did NOT want to do this tonight. Not tonight after the incredibly horrible day she'd had.
She didn't know what the meeting was all about, and she truthfully didn't care. She just wanted to stay home. But, "duty called."
She took one more look in the mirror, and gazed longingly at the bathtub before she sighed deeply and reluctantly left her house.
She got in her car and headed towards the meeting.
Yeah, this was going to be fun.
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Robert Romano wiped the steam off of the mirror as he performed his "shower" routine. He finished buttoning up his shirt, and then continued mentally lamenting the fact that he had to go to this meeting. He absolutely hated doing crap like this when he didn't want to.
Tonight, he most certainly did not want to.
But, he needed to, he supposed, though he couldn't really say as to why.
He closed his eyes and winced as he imagined spending 2 hours or so with what was probably a boring old man.
Yeah, this was going to be fun.
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I sat there eagerly awaiting the arrival of whom I had termed "my subjects", almost as though I were a scientist conducting a very important experiment. But, this was love, the ultimate experiment, the most important experiment, and here I was trying to orchestrate it. Perhaps I was a scientist, and if it worked, perhaps I was Cupid.
I broke from my thoughts as I heard a brash voice, belonging to only one person on the face of this planet, asking for a Dr. O'Grady. The host nodded and took him to the table where "O'Grady" was supposed to be.
I held my menu firmly, briefly peeking over the top to chance a look at him. He wasn't completely unfortunately looking. He was, actually, somewhat attractive, you know, if you went for short little bald men with huge egos and bad attitudes. But, though he was mean, there was hope for him yet.
He looked pissed. But, then again and to be fair, I reminded myself that was how he usually looked.
Suddenly, I heard a soft but curt British accent asking for the same Dr. O'Grady. The host smiled at her, flirting silently as he began to lead her to the fateful table.
She looked at her feet, and then at the table to which the host was leading her. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Romano. At first he didn't see her, but eventually he became aware of the approaching host and looked past him to see her standing there. A look of shock crossed her face, the same look that was simultaneously crossing hers.
"Batter up" I muttered as I took a sip of my water and settled in to watch the game.
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'What the hell is HE doing here?' Elizabeth asked herself as she saw him sitting there. Kerry hadn't mentioned that he would be here. This was the absolute last thing she needed... dinner with some random doctor... and Dr. Romano.
She considered leaving, just going home and pretending that she hadn't gotten the message, but she quickly changed her mind as Romano looked up to see her standing there. He looked as shocked to see her as she was to see him.
She smiled curtly and made her way over to the table as the host pulled out her chair and Robert did one of those gentlemanly half-stands, which she considered to be extremely out of his normal character.
She gave a small smile to Robert and thanked the host.
Yep, she should have stayed home.
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'Holy hell, what is SHE doing here?' Romano asked himself as he saw Elizabeth standing there. Damn, she looked beautiful.
He gave her a smile as she cautiously began following the host to his table, but he was pretty sure she noticed how shocked he was. He had waited forever for this moment, but this wasn't exactly how he'd imagined it.
The host, who had undoubtedly been flirting with her, shot him a look as he pulled the chair out for her. She sat down and offered him a small smile which he returned as she thanked the host.
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"Hello Robert." She said tightly.
After recovering from his shock, Romano spoke boisterously "Evening, Lizzie." After looking at the menu he spoke again with as much enthusiasm, though it be false, as he could muster: "So, Weaver dragged your ass down here too, huh?"
Elizabeth smiled and laughed lightly, their disdain for Weaver was one thing they had in common. "Almost literally kicking and screaming." She confirmed.
He smiled and returned to his menu, as did she.
The server approached the table and asked for their orders. Usually, Elizabeth would have been forced to order something she knew wouldn't get all over her face, like Ravioli. But, luckily for her, this wasn't a date. She smiled at the server and graciously ordered Fettuccine Alfredo. Robert ordered the same.
The waiter then asked if he could bring them some wine. Robert didn't care either way, so he looked questioningly at Elizabeth, letting her know it was up to her.
She was about to refuse when she reconsidered: "This day's been absolute hell, so sure, why not."
Robert seconded her assertion and told the waiter what type of wine to bring.
Minutes later the waiter appeared with a bottle of wine, and poured both of them a glass before setting the bottle on the table.
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I sat there thinking: Damn, wine already? See? I knew these two were meant for each other. It's not even a real date, and already they're sharing wine. Damn, I'm good. The waiter came and tried to take my order, but I assured him that I really did need more time, as I was a very picky person, and that I might just not decide until the end of the night. He rolled his eyes, obviously pissed off, and walked away.
Eh, oh well, who really cares? Not I. I was witnessing history in the making, ladies and gentlemen. Not many people can say that.
Well, technically speaking, I guess everyone can say that, huh? That they were seeing history in the making? Really, everything is history and in the making. But that's too philosophical, and I'm generally not the philosophical type.
But, not everyone gets to witness THIS type of history in the making, let alone claim responsibility for it. And oh was I going to claim responsibility for it. If it worked, that is. If it failed, I'll blame it on Weaver... after all, no one can trace those letters to me.
Hmm, wine already... Damn was I good.
I couldn't wait for the rest of this little history to begin!
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Most definitely to be continued!
This is the fine print: Most definitely to be continued!... if you review!!
(Thanks to everyone who has already, y'all make me smile!!!) Saved-by- grace, you always review my stuff, and so do you Shelia... thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And to everyone else... you guys rock!
: )
~Natalie~