=================BEGINNING OF CHAPTER 6=========================

"Waiting for breakfast and kitty snacks for Murray"

When Rube arrived in the Waffle Haus, he was surprised to see that George, Daisy and Mason had already arrived. He checked his watch to see if he had run late and his surprise rose even further when he realised that he was on time.

"This is a first" he said as the three reapers looked up towards him. "What are you all doing here so early?"

"Loose an hour in the morning, and you'll spend the entire day haunting for it." Daisy spoke firmly after the words of Richard Whately. "We thought we'd get here early."

"Or at least, earlier then you." Mason smiled.

Rube noticed George, Daisy and Mason smirking but decided he wouldn't say anything about it. "So, how did your reaps go yesterday?"

George sighed deeply. "Yeah, about that. What the hell was that about?"

"Escuse me?"

"'Go reap me an ' he tells me. 'just make sure you get there on time!' What a joke!"

Mason looked at George. "What happened?"

"He sends me off to find an in Jackson at the time of a huuuge protest by, mostly Latino, immigrants."

Daisy, who just had a sip of juice, found it difficult to keep the juice inside her mouth as she had to laugh at the scenery that was projected in her mind. "Calderon is a rather popular name amoungst Spanish speakers." She spoke firmly, after having regained her composure.

"Aint that the fucking thruth." George said as she pointed to Daisy. "You could have given me some pointers, or even prep-time."

"I helped you out didn't I?" Rube exclaimed. "Anyways, here are your new cases."

Rube stuck 3 post-its on the table and gestured Kiffany to come for their orders.

"Mornin' Rube."

"Morning Kiffany."

"What'll it be today?" Kiffany said as she took her notebook out of her hip-bag and a pen out of one of her pockets.

George looked at Kiffany. "Oatmeal and raisins...as always."

"Can I get a Blueberry Muffin?" Mason said while passing his order.

Rube took a quick glance through the over-sized menu and mumbled something. "Lets go for a Golden-Oldie. I'll have the French toast, 2 eggs sunnyside with an extra side of bacon, extra-extra crispy, some hashbrowns and don't spare on the syrup."

Daisy looked at Rube in disgust. "How you manage to get that in your stomach at 7 A.M. and make it through the day is now, and will forever be, a mystery to me."

"Just coffee and a cinnamon role for me please." She said turning towards Kiffany, who wrote it down on her notebook in shortscript.

Daisy turned her attention back to Rube. "See. Breakfast. Small, filling, yet elegant."

"I'm a man. I don't do elegant." Rube answered while mimicing Daisy's facial expressions.

As Kiffany brought the orders to the counter, no one noticed that Daisy and Mason where slowly and carefully moving their hands towards eachother under the table. When their fingers had locked in, Roxy joined the table.

"Morning." She said as she put off her uniform cap and sat next to Rube and George. "You're here early?"

"Can't a person ever be early?" Mason sighed dissapointingly. "If that's the case, I'll be late next time, cuz that's what I do, I'm late. Always late."

Daisy smiled carefully and pinched his cheeks, granny-style. "Oh, poor boy."

"No really. What gives?" Roxy exclaimed.

George looked over at the counter to check the status of their order and then turned her attention back to Roxy. "I have to get to work early today, Mason and Daisy where up already so I gave them a ride here."

"I see. And why where you awake?" she pointed at Daisy and Mason.

"We had been punished severely." Mason sighed. "We had made quite a mess of the house yesterday and Georgie told us to clean it up. But then we started cleaning and there was a show on tv that we wanted to see and we fell asleep in the couch. ..."

Daisy continued his story. "Then George comes in last night, raging like a madwoman and told us to clean it up by the time she left for work. ..."

Roxy played over the scene in her head and smile. "And did you?"

Mason got a pathetic fashial expression. "Ofcourse not."

"And..."

"When Georgie woke up this morning, she saw what hadn't happened and woke us up. I'm telling you, Roxy, she was like a drill-sergeant. It was horrible."

"But you ended up cleaning it up?"

"Ofcourse I did. Daisy on the other hand..."

"I need my beauty sleep." Daisy interrrupted as she rubbed Mason's leg under the table.

Mason laughed nervously. "Not that I mind though."

"Good boy." Daisy said while taking another sip of her juice.

George looked across the table to Daisy and Mason and noticed there was an awkward tension between the two. "Okay, what the hell is going on?"

Mason quickly turned to George. "Nothing, nothing is going on. Why would there be anything going on?"

George squinted her eyes at Mason. "That was weird."

"What?"

"You just said "nothing going on" 3 times in less then ten seconds." She said while remeniscing. "Furthermore, it was too fast to be believable in any way, shape or form."

Mason took a deep breath. "Okay then, Georgie. Why would there be something going on between Daisy and I?"

"Lets think about things that have happened over the past couple of days, shall we? When I came home from work yesterday, you BOTH came out of the bedroom. You were BOTH giggeling at something and the house was a fuckin' mess. Then I get home from my reap and you are BOTH lying on the couch, sleeping, Daisy's head on your shoulder. Now this morning you woke up, in seporate bedrooms, praise the Lord, and YOU clean up the mess that you BOTH made..."

"Uhu." Mason nodded. "So?"

George's mouth practically fell open. "Oh...Oh my god. Are you sleeping together?"

If Rube hadn't been dead already, he would have surely suffocated on his coffee. "What?"

Daisy looked at George firmly. "Georgia, what are you talking about. That's rediculous."

George didn't pay any regards to Daisy or Rube and continued. "...Then we get here and the first thing you do is making sure you sit next to eachother and you keep making these weird googely eyes at eachother."

"We are doing no such thing!" Mason defended.

George sighed. "Whatever. I have to get to work."

As George arrived at her temp-job at Happy Time, she was tabbed on the shoulder by her supervisor, Delores Herbig.

"Millie, hello."

"Hey Delores"

"I've got a big favor to ask you." Delores asked while George turned towards her.

"S...sure Delores." George nodded. "What's up?"

"I've got a really important appointment tonight and I'm probably not gonna be home on time to feed Murray. Could you drop by my house and give him some kitty snacks?"

Delores looked at George hopefully. "Go to your house and feed Murray?"

"Yeah, that's it."

"Sure, I guess."

"Oh Millie, I knew that I could count on you!" Delores said while embracing George. "I won't forget this."

George fakely smiled at Delores. "No problem."

LATER

George drove off to Delores' house as her phone started to ring.

George picked up after a few seconds. "Gjhello?"

"George? It's Daisy. Will you be home in time for dinner tonight?"

"Why?"

She heard Daisy sigh. "Because its your night to cook. Seeing your question, I suppose you're not coming?"

George rolled her eyes. "No, Daisy. I won't be there. Delores asked me to feed her cat."

"Feed her cat? Why is this job-lady asking you to do stuff after..well..work?"

"She had to go to some meeting."

"...and?"

"I think I'm like the only one that knows about her strange obsession with Murray and..."

George heard an interruption on the other side of the line. "...Murray?..."

"Murray's the cat."

"Oh, makes sense. Continue."

"And I know where his food is, so I'm gonna go to her house, feed the freakin' cat and come home as soon as possible."

"But you won't be home for dinner?"

"No."

"Okay, all I needed to know."

"Bu..." Before George could even start her sentence, she heard the line being cut off

As she turned her headset off, she arrived at Delores' appartment building and parked in the spot closest to the door.

"Lets get this over with." She sighed as she pushed the door of the small appartment open and went on a search for Murray.

She whisseled several times "Murrraayyyy... Murraaayyy. Come here."

When she opened a small closet and took out Murray's food, she shook the box. "I've got snackies."

Murray came from underneat the couch and slowly stretched himself. "Oh, there you are."

Murray came closer and stroke George's feet and legs. He looked at George with little "gimme my food." Eyes.

"Alright, alright. Gimme a minute." George smiled at the slightly overweight, if not severely obese cat. "Lemme grab a bowl or something."

George looked through all the cabinets and took a random bowl, the first one she could find really. She opened up the box of kitty food and put the contents in the bowl. Then, she placed the bowl on the floor and watched how Murray slowly came closer, smelled the food and started eating. "That's a good boy." George smiled.

When Murray had finished his dinner, he returned to his spot under the couch and George didn't see him again for a while, so she decided to return home.

=====================END OF CHAPTER 6===========================