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"So, where is he now?" Trini asked as a waiter set their coffee down in front of them.
"In my apartment." Kimberly ripped open a packet of sugar.
"You left him in your apartment? Hmm." She ripped a croissant in half. "Is that a good idea?"
Kimberly laughed, "Probably not," she took the other half, "But none of it really was. I probably should have closed the door in his face."
"Probably."
Kimberly raised an eyebrow, "I didn't expect you to agree."
"I bet," Trini laughed, "Part of me agrees. Part of me doesn't." She took a sip of coffee. "I think it was good that you let him in. He probably needed it. I mean, he did offer me unlimited use of his user id at the university library."
"That's what he bribed you with? Seriously?"
"It helps to have free access to psychiatric journals! Those articles are not cheap!"
She rolled her eyes. "Hope it was worth it."
"All I'm saying is that maybe he needed someone who understands."
"What do you mean?"
"He and Jason are the only two Rangers who have been there, fighting, since the beginning. And you know that they don't always see eye to eye."
"Tell me about it," Kimberly mumbled.
"Right. So maybe he just needed someone who gets it, who could just be in the moment with him." Trini sighed, "Jase said a lot of people died last night. The news was really vague about it this morning."
"Yeah, I saw." Kim sighed. "I don't know if I want to be that person for him, Tri. Stuff like that can get messy."
"If you let it." Trini popped a strawberry in her mouth thoughtfully. "What do you want?"
"Oh, no. I'm not one of your clients."
"No kidding. My hourly fees cost way more than this breakfast. And I paid for breakfast. What do you want, Hart?"
"I'm serious about not being one of your clients. I know what I want. I don't need to be coached into it."
Trini rolled her eyes. "Okay…"
"I want him. Always have, always will."
"Okay…"
"But I want him alive. And I don't want to wonder if I'm going to get a phone call from Billy or from you saying he's not."
"He's good at what he does, Kimberly. I don't think you have to worry too much about him."
"You can't promise that. And everyone's after the green, white, red, black, purple, orange, whatever ranger. I understand that life isn't promised in any respect. But the odds still aren't good."
Trini nodded. "I get it. But what if you talked to him about it? Maybe that would change things?"
"Sure. He'll give up the rangers, totally, confess his undying love for me, and we can both live happily ever after in France." She slammed her coffee down a little too hard. "Sounds perfect."
"Kimberly…"
"Can we just change the subject?"
"Sure."
She balanced the coffee and muffins in the crook of her arm as she pushed open the door to her apartment. "Tommy?" she called out tentatively.
No answer.
She set the food down on the counter and made her way to the bedroom. Walking into the room, she noticed that the bed was made and the room was picked up. After looking in the bathroom, she saw that the first aide kit was put up (although a few Band-Aids lighter), and the towel from last night as well as a slightly damp one was in the hamper.
He was gone, she acknowledged as she walked back to the kitchen. She dumped one of the coffees down the drain and tossed the muffins in the trash. Probably for the best.