"So where's the patient?" The aged doctor asked.

"In her room, C1 I believe." The younger intern replied. They swung the door open; there was nothing there but papers and magazines that had been scattered over the room by the wind blowing through the open window.

"Search the area. We got a loose one!"

*

Swaying in the tree, gradually making her way down, she was careful to make as little noise as possible. She took refuge in the shadows while she made the short trek to where the man she really loved was waiting.

She knew how to get in to the prison tower. Making sure no cops were around she began to remove each brick until there was a hole big enough for a petite woman like her to crawl through. She crept across the small grass plain, avoiding all the searchlights towards the iron bars of the death row inmates were waiting.

"Angel my dear, I was getting impatient, your visits are becoming much less frequent." The man in the orange jacket with grey hair managed to fit one of his hands between the bars.

"Honestly honey…" She kissed his hand. "I'm a very busy girl." She purred.

"I know, has he proposed yet?" The grey haired gentleman asked.

"Nothing. I need his cash to get you out too!" She roared.

"Hush my baby, hush. Be patient, Mr Marshall will soon see the light." He chuckled. "Have you been doing what I asked?"

"Of course, being at his beck and call, offering myself to him at every opportunity…"

"You've been doing that for eleven years!" He growled. "I meant the other thing."

"No. It appears that that blasted ex-prosecutor has got her little kid sister on the case."

"The little Skye girl…"

"That's the one." Angel took hold of the bars and forced herself against the wall as a searchlight passed her. "To make matters worst, I heard a rumour that the little Skye has brought her loyal pet, my 'little brother' with her."

"Why is this a problem?"

"I hate him!"

"He is obsolete. When me and you get out we will marry in a far off place where we'll never have to see the people that make our blood boil again." Angel felt her heart melt, she loved it when he made her think of the future.

"I understand. Until next time my dear Damon." She cooed.

"Of course my Angel, we will soon be together!"

It would make a normal person's skin crawl at the thought of Angel being all seductive to the man everyone would probably consider hotter just for his money when she wanted to be in the pants of the much older death row inmate Damon Gant.

"After all…things only get better with age." She mumbled.

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He needed a shower. He stepped under the spray of water, cursing as it washed out the gel in his hair – causing it to fall in front of his eyes. He pulled all of his hair back in one disorganised lump. Taking his shampoo and massaging it into a gentle lather on the top of his head made his hair feel soft to his touch. He carefully washed around the scars on his chest – he was a twelve year old kid when he got them, and after Leia and Joanna eliminated all of the problems for him he was finally granted a caring family. He had more than just a direct link to the family he was classed as a member of the family. He kept his name though instead of taking Leia's because he wanted to remember his past in the children's home.

His hair was soon dry as he sat in his room, only covered by the towel. He styled his hair first and managed to get the bottom half of his body dressed before there was a knock on the door.

"Damn…" He left the room as the knocking got louder and more impatient. "I'm coming!"

Ema was behind the door, dressed and ready to go and she figured since she had to walk past Apollo's house on the way to the bar they were going to, she might as well call. She too did not know this second reason for Lana inviting them but by now both Apollo and her had developed their own theories.

"Hi Apollo! Oops hehe sorry, didn't realise you weren't ready." She chuckled.

"No it's fine, come on in." She took his invitation and sat on the couch, watching as he ran around crazily looking for his shirt. Damn…he looks…hot! Ema inwardly cursed herself. No! Bad Ema!

The bar wasn't too far away from Apollo's apartment. Ema had forgotten to bring her jacket (being summer) and she had to hug close to Apollo for warmth. She ran ahead as they reached the bar. Apollo hung in the door and reached out to hold Ema back.

"Ema hang on!" He pointed to Lana and Jake who were stood at the bar in each other's arms. "I think they class each other as friends again."

"Cool" she mumbled, breaking free of his grip. I think I'm liking this a little too much.

"Lana!" Apollo was always shocked at how optimistic and happy Ema was when around her older sister.

"Ema! Apollo!" She called. "What are you having?"

"Beer for the cowboy I'm guessing."

"Hey, I don't drink beer." Apollo replied honestly.

"Try this." Lana offered her drink, which Apollo figured was a cocktail of some kind. He took a sip of it and it tasted strong of vodka and peach schnapps.

"That's nice."

"Want one?"

"Sure." Apollo smiled. "Thanks."

"Normal for you, right Ema?"

"Yeah, thanks sis."

"Cowboy, can I have a word with ya'll?" Jake grabbed Apollo's wrist and dragged him across the room to a table.

"What can I help you with Mr Marshall?"

"Being with the girl I dream about is makin' me feel a little funny."

"I can't do much about that." Apollo rubbed the back of his neck shyly.

"I know, but I can tell I ain't the only one with a girl I dream about." He smiled coyly at the young attorney.

"Wait me! Hang on a sec…" He spluttered.

"We'll have to finish this talk another time. Lana's on her way over."

Lana came over first, and then tripped Ema. She fell into Apollo who luckily managed to catch her by the back of her shirt and catch the bottle that was in her hand with the other hand.

"Easy, be careful." He pulled her back up and pushed her onto the chair beside him.

"Uh…thanks." She turned away to hide her blush.

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They laughed and joked for hours, chatting about random things.

"Ugh…I'm feeling a little sleepy." Lana yawned. "I think I'll head home."

"Let me walk you bambina, it's dangerous for pretty maidens like you in the dark." Jake took his jacket and wrapped it round her shoulders.

"Bye you two." Lana said sleepily.

"See you sis, bye Jake."

"Bye, see you soon." Apollo waved.

"I think it's going as we planned." Ema shifted from her chair to the couch where Lana and Jake were sat. She patted the seat beside her and Apollo joined her in the comfortable couch. Apollo relaxed, stretching his tired limbs and took another mouthful of his drink. Ema had almost reached her threshold for drinking – if she drank much more she would be drunk. She began to hiccup.

"You alright honey?" Apollo couldn't help but laugh at her.

"Stop laughing!" She hissed. "And don't call me honey."

"Alright relax. Want some water or something?"

"Please…"

Apollo got the water from the bar and offered it to her. Her hiccups were so bad she couldn't hold the glass still enough to drink it. He ended up leaning against her and helping her get the cup to her mouth.

"Thanks…I think I'm finished." Her skin turned cool where he touched. "Hey…can I stay at your place tonight?"

"Yeah, of course you can."

"Thanks, I don't mean to pressure you or anything…" She mumbled drowsily, she was tired too. "I just don't want to spend the night alone, after having so much fun and all."

"It's fine. Shall we go?" She shuddered as they got outside so he offered her his jacket and they slowly walked through the dark streets to his apartment.

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Apollo had given Ema his room to sleep in and given her one of his longer t-shirts and some shorts to wear. She had slept as soon as she touched her pillow and soon she was dreaming:

"I now pronounce you man and wife." She was at a wedding, Lana and Jake's. She was in a lilac dress carrying a large bunch of flowers behind her older sister. Beside Jake stood Apollo. I must be the bridesmaid; Apollo must be the best man… The suit he's wearing, it makes him look even better. Apollo was dressed in a black suit with a red silk shirt.

As they got ready to get into the car Jake whispered to Lana.

"Make sure Ema catches the flowers, she's got a good guy with her. One who stands by her no matter what." Who Apollo? What guy? She caught the flowers and Lana giggled before climbing into the car. She held the flowers close to her and Apollo walked towards her. She heard the crowd chant 'kiss' over and over again and as his lips brushed hers she woke. No! So close! I just want to know what his kiss tastes like! She held her head in her arms, she lay back down but now sleep wouldn't take her.

*

Apollo wasn't used to sleeping in a single bed so he was finding it hard to settle in Trucy's bed, but he found it healthier to sleep in her room the Mr Wright's. Soon sleep took a firm grasp on him he too entered the realm of dream:

Ema and Apollo were out with Lana and Jake again, it looked like they were out for dinner at the local (rather expensive) Italian restaurant.

"So when are you gonna get round to asking Ema?" Lana asked him.

"Ask her what?"

"You know what, cowboy." Jake chuckled.

"Aww leave him alone!" Ema jumped defensively. "Can you excuse us for a second?"

They were outside, sat on the wall beside the vines of ivy growing on the whitewashed walls of the restaurant. She nestled herself against his chest.

"Hey, Ema." Apollo caught her attention. Just like her, as he leant to kiss her he woke.

*

Ema crept from Apollo's room to Trucy's. Apollo noticed the faint streak of light as the door opened a little – Trucy said it always did that. He closed his eyes, longing for the sleep to take him once more. His eyes shot open again as the light intensity increased. A silhouette was in the doorway. Apollo reached for Trucy's lamp.

"Ema? What's wrong?" She walked forward and sat beside him on the bed, he quickly scooted across and sat up.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"I guess so. Why?" Apollo wondered.

"I can't sleep, I keep having weird dreams."

"Me too." Apollo comforted her. "Come here." He lifted the covers. He thought he was inappropriately dressed to have a girl he didn't date beside him as he was only in his boxers. She didn't see this as a problem when she joined him in the cramped little bed. Both were thinking the same thing: I wonder what he/she tastes like.