Chapter 6. I Could Never Explain
"Try as I may, I could never explain, what I hear when you don't say a thing." Alison Krause
A week later Becker walked into his flat to find the smell of cooking coming from the kitchen. It was something he was getting used to, along with Abby's personal touches around the flat, nothing major just her book on the coffee table, a couple throw pillows on the bed, that kind of thing. If he were to tell the truth, it was a nice change to coming home to an empty flat.
He leaned quietly against the doorway, watching her dance around the kitchen, going between stirring something in a pot and cutting vegetables. She sang along to whatever she was listening to, and while she wasn't a particularly amazing singer, he still loved the sound of it.
"What are you listening to?" he asked in way of announcing his presence.
She jumped and then sighed,
"You scared the hell out of me!"
"Sorry!"
"It's fine…oh and to answer your question, Drops of Jupiter,"
"Drops…of Jupiter?" he replied, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, it's a great song."
"With a strange name, what are drops of Jupiter exactly?"
She pursed her lips, before laughing, "Honestly, I have no idea! I've wondered the same thing myself on several occasions."
He laughed, "Can I do anything to help?"
"There are some potatoes in the strainer if you don't mind cutting them up, that'd be great."
He grabbed a knife and set to work, still watching her as she danced around. He sat the knife down on the counter after he'd finished cutting the potatoes and grabbed Abby's hand, pulling her close to him.
"What are you doing?" she laughed.
"You seemed in the mood to dance, so I'm dancing with you," he said with a smile.
She laughed and put one hand on his shoulder, while he took the other in his, guiding her easily around what little room they had in the kitchen. She was smiling, which is exactly what he'd been trying to achieve, she didn't smile near enough anymore.
They ate dinner and talked, then he helped her clean the kitchen.
"Want to watch a movie?" she asked as they finished up.
"Sure."
"We really need to update your dvd collection," Abby mused as she flipped through cases.
"What's wrong with my dvds?" he asked.
"One, you're lacking anything with Morgan Freeman in it, which is just sad. Two…westerns, really?"
He laughed, "Okay, so I'm in desperate need of an upgrade. The westerns my cousin gave me, I didn't actually buy those, don't worry."
"There may be hope for you yet," she mused, settling down on the couch next to him.
They weren't even thirty minutes into the movie when Becker's cell rang.
"Anomaly alert," he said, hanging up from the call.
Abby sighed and pulled herself to her feet, "Lets go."
Becker reached out and caught her hand in his, "Promise me whatever is going on when we get there, you'll be careful."
"I promise," she smiled.
"The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall. You say it best, when you say nothing at all." Alison Krause
