A/N: Hey guys! So here's chapter seven! Sorry it's been a long wait but this chapter is over a week in the making.

Disclaimer: (do I really have to do this?) I don't own Hellboy

Chapter 7: Practical jokes and stalking

B.P.R.D. 6:37am

Abe-as always- was up early and reading his books when his sensitive hearing picked up a beeping sound coming from Roxanne's room, he brushed it off as an alarm clock and continued to read. However, twenty minutes later the sound reappeared followed by muttering and what he described as metal being crushed, he was curious to say the least. He listened further and found the next several minutes were a series of loud thumps and crashes coming from Roxanne rooms. A few minutes later he heard Roxanne leave her room and walk down the hall muttering all the while. When she passed his door he made out only one sentence; "I'm gonna kill him."

He decided to leave her be as she was obviously in a foul mood. Ten minutes had passed when he heard Roxanne's almost silent footfalls making their way back down the hall. What interested him however was that she didn't go back into her room; but continued down the hallway. Abe wanted to know if she was alright so he climbed out of his tank, dried off and followed the fading sounds of Roxanne's footsteps. He found her on the back balcony, looking out over the small lake and large field the bureau sat on. She was wearing a tank top and sweat pants with the summer breeze ruffling her hair slightly as she leaned against the railing. He cleared his throat nervously.

"Roxanne?"

"Oh, hey Abe." She turned and smiled at him. "I didn't know anyone else was up."

"I always wake up this early." Abe said coming to stand beside her. "Normally I'm the only one awake, but I heard you leave your room while I was reading."

"I'm not normally awake this early but I was given a series of unwanted wake-up calls." A frown appeared on her face. "That started at three am."

"Red's doing?" He asked. Roxanne nodded.

"Along with a few other things. But I've already dealt with it." At this Abe raised an eyebrow.

"Meaning you've already gotten revenge?" Roxanne grinned.

"Your words not mine." Abe noticed Roxanne shiver slightly as the wind picked up.

"Why don't we go inside?" He offered. She accepted and the two walked back inside.

"You looked fairly deep in thought back there." Abe acknowledged.

"Yes, I was thinking about a few things I have to do today, errands and the like." She said.

"Errands?"

"Yes, you see, I've already book a room for the next two weeks at an inn, so I'm going to go down there and cancel my reservations. I also need to get my money back for that museum ticket, and some other stuff." The two had now reached the library and sat down inside.

"You must have traveled a lot." Abe said. Rose nodded again.

"I've stayed in every state for at least two weeks. Spent New Year's Eve in time square, seen the geysers at Yellowstone, celebrated Mardi gras in New Orleans, I've even seen the aurora borealis." She sighed and ran a hand down her face." Now don't get me wrong, I loved having seen and done all that, but no matter how entertaining it's been it never gets any easier, always on the move, I've haven't had a real place to live in years. It's depressing really."

"Well, now you have a home." Abe said placing a hand on her shoulder. "And the bureau is hard to find, let alone get into. Plus Johan, Red, Liz and I are here for you. After all; all we freaks have is each other."

"Thanks Abe." Roxanne smiled.

"But, what did you mean by "No matter how entertaining"?" He questioned.

"As you can imagine I've seen some pretty funny and odd stuff." Roxanne let out a laugh. "Like once in Las Vegas I saw a man who had dyed his skin different colors, and painted designs on his chest, run out into traffic wearing only his boxers, and start dancing in the street while shouting gibberish."

"You're joking. What happened?" Abe asked.

"Nope, not joking; in fact he was ten feet from my motorcycle. As for what happened I'm not sure; I drove past him once the light turned green. I assume the police were called." Roxanne shrugged.

"My, that is entertaining. Strange…but entertaining."

"That's not even the strangest thing I've seen." Roxanne said leaning forward. "I remember I was at Coachella Fest one year when…" The two then began to talk all about their various life experiences, and things they've seen or done. Talk of experiences soon turned into talking about themselves in general and before they knew it they were talking as if they had known each other for years instead of a few days. Their conversation was interrupted however around nine thirty when the sound of a nearby door slamming open and shouting greeted their ears.

"That'll be Red." Roxanne said.

"What did you do to him?" Abe questioned listening to the shouting grow louder.

"You'll see." Roxanne said with a sly smile. At that moment Hellboy charged in through the doors.

"Where is she?" He demanded.

"I suppose you mean me?" Roxanne asked smiling brightly. Red crossed the room to stand over her.

"What is this?" He shoved his stone hand in Roxanne face.

"A daisy." Was the simple reply.

"Why is my hand shaped like a daisy?" He shouted. And it was true; Red's once stone hand was now a red stone daisy at the end of his wrist, and engraved around the base the word; sissy could be seen. There were also several crudely drawn flowers on his forehead in black marker.

"I didn't feel like making a rose." Roxanne shrugged.

"Fix it!" By this point a slightly out of breath Liz had reached the library and walked in followed by Johan.

"I don't know, I think it looks better this way." Roxanne said contemplatively. Red growled deep in his throat. "Oh alright." Then Red's daisy of a hand began to shift and was soon back to normal. He opened and closed his hands a few times before squinting at his wrist.

"The writing too." He said.

"You're no fun." Roxanne muttered before setting him completely right. "I won't be able to fix what's on your forehead though. Besides, you know you deserved it."

"No I didn't." he shot back.

"Oh really?" Roxanne stood up and reached into her sweats pocket pulling out what once could be described as a mini-alarm clock. "Then can you explain how thirty of these made their way into my room and started going off at three in the morning and kept going off every ten minutes? Or tell me who poured cooking oil on the floor of my room so I would slip? Or perhaps who put clear saran wrap over my bathroom door and toilet seat? As far as I'm concerned, we're even now. " Red leaned down toward Roxanne.

"Well kid, I don't play to get even…I play to win." With that he picked Roxanne up and slung her over his shoulder.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Roxanne shouted while struggling as Red began to jog.

"Red…" Liz said in a warning tone. But he ignored her and started climbing the spiral staircase at a run.

"Oh, no." Abe muttered realizing what Red was going to do. He also recalled something Roxanne had told him earlier, a phobia of hers. He ran up the stairs after Red. "Red, put her down."

"Oh, I'll put her down all right." Red called from the top of the stair case. Roxanne began struggling with a renewed energy.

"Agent Hellboy, perhaps zis iz not zuch a good idea." Johan chimed in from below.

"Red, please! Put me down." Roxanne shouted as Red quickly covered the long distance from the stairs to Abe's tank. "This is serious!"

"What exactly is so serious?" Red Asked adjusting his hold on Roxanne. He then stood at the edge of Abe's tank and threw Roxanne in. Moments before Red released her she gave one last shout.

"I can't swim!" Red froze were he stood, eyes wide as realization dawned on him, but it was too late Roxanne had gone under. Abe ran across the deck and pushed passed Red, diving into the water. Roxanne had only been under water for a few seconds before Abe wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to the surface. He quickly brought her to the edge and lifted her out of the water, where she laid back on the deck coughing. He climber out of the tank and knelt beside her as she shakily pushed herself onto all fours.

"Are you alright Roxanne?" He asked the concern clear in his voice. She nodded mutely, and he helped her stand up while draping a towel over her shoulders. She brushed her sopping wet bangs out her eyes and leveled a glare at Hellboy.

"You know what Red? I think you're going to have to shower to get rid of all that sharpie on your head. Let me give you a head start." With that Red's right arm jerked outward and led him as he was sharply pulled headlong into the tank. He resurfaced spluttering indignantly and climbed out. He grabbed a towel and walked up to Roxanne glaring down at her. She returned her own glare and stood chest to chest-well, chest to head-with him.

"What kind of Master Soldier can't swim?" He shouted.

"One who almost drowned when she was five!" Roxanne shot back.

"Why didn't they teach you at that military place? Did they want you to drown?" He demanded.

"No! But everyone had their own personal phobias or problems that couldn't be fixed. Some were afraid of spiders, others gambled, one guy was even deathly afraid of clocks! My issue is that I can't swim. Besides, it's not like I was ever expected to swim to a facility I was breaking into!"

"That's enough!" Liz stepped forward pushing the two a few steps back. "You two are acting like a couple of five year olds! I am officially ending this little prank war of yours; before someone get's seriously hurt." She turned to Roxanne. "You almost drowned," She rounded on Hellboy. "You almost caused it and you don't need to get in anymore trouble around here. You guys are supposed to be a team; act like it." Hellboy looked at his girlfriend and sighed before looking at Roxanne.

"I'm sorry about…well everything. Especially throwing you in the water." He grumbled looking down.

"I'm sorry about everything too, and it's alright; you didn't know." Roxanne stuck out her hand.

"Truce?" Hellboy took the offered hand in his.

"Truce." He agreed. "I'll be back in a bit; I'm gonna go get cleaned up."

"Yeah me too." Roxanne agreed. The two then left for their rooms leaving Johan, Abe and Liz.

"Vell zat vas…interesting." Johan said.

"I just hope they're done screwing with each other." Liz muttered sitting down.

"I do too, apparently though Roxanne is stubborn just like Red." Abe noted.

"Iz zat a good zing, or a bad zing?" Johan asked.

"No idea." Liz murmured. "But I pray it's a good thing." The statement was greeted with nods.

It had been about an hour since the library and Abe went to go check on Roxanne. He knocked on the door to her room and was greeted with a "come in." Upon entering he saw Roxanne fully dress in a t-shirt, jeans, boots, belt and her leather jacket while putting a few items into a small backpack.

"Hey Abe." She said looking up. "Need something?"

"No, I just came to make sure-that is…are you sure you're alright?" He asked.

"Oh yeah, I'm perfectly fine now. Thanks for asking, well actually, I didn't get a chance it say it earlier but…thank you for, well; saving me. If you hadn't been there, it probably would have been a quite bit worse."

"Anything for a friend." He returned. He then gestured to her bag. "I take it you're going on those errands you mentioned earlier?" Roxanne nodded. "You should probably tell Manning. He doesn't like it when we disappear without telling him."

"I already did, and I'm okay to leave." Roxanne said. She grabbed her bag and walked over to Abe. "So I'll see you later today." Abe reciprocated her statement and left the room with her. Seconds after she rounded the hall corned Manning came around it.

"Fish stick, just who I wanted to see." He said. Abe walked over to him. "As you know Stryker is leaving to run some errands, though she didn't exactly say what. Something about a hotel reservation. Well, the bureau doesn't trust anyone right off the bat, so I want you and Hawthorn to follow her."

"Me?" Abe asked. "Why me?"

"We need someone discreet, someone who can blend. Liz will draw attention because she's pregnant, Dr. Krauss would never work because of the suit and Hellboy…he wouldn't know the meaning of the word discreet if it kicked him where the sun doesn't shine."

"How exactly am I supposed to blend in? I'm a blue, physic, fish-man."

"Hawthorn has regular clothes waiting for you. They will hide your appearance."

"This isn't a request is it?" Abe sighed. Manning nodded. "Alright, where's Agent Hawthorn?"

"Out by the car, He also has a head set and mic for you." With that Abe left to the garage where as promised Hawthorn was waiting. He quickly put on the jeans, shoes, black t-shirt and hoodie waiting for him, along with his gloves, a pair of sun glasses and the headset and clip-on microphone.

"I look like a hoodlum." He grumbled as he checked his image in the car's mirror once on the road.

"I don't know Blue," Hawthorn responded. "I think it makes you look mysterious and cool, like a man with a secret."

"In other words; a hoodlum." Abe responded. He then looked ahead of them. "How do we even know where she is? I can't see her motorcycle anywhere." Hawthorn pulled out a GPS and placed it in a holder by the radio.

"Yesterday after she got back, we placed a small wafer thin tracker on her motorcycle. And right now it's pulling into Bridgeport."

"I don't like this, following her that is. I mean what reason has given for us to distrust her?"

"What reason has given us to trust her?" Hawthorn returned. "I don't like it much either Abe, but it's just to be safe." Abe folded his arms over his chest and looked out the window as they pulled into town.

"Looks like she's stopped." Hawthorn noted. "Outside a building called "The Snugly Duckling Inn", and it's just around the corner."

"Where are you letting me out?" Abe asked.

"Right here." The car stopped and Abe climbed out looking across the street to see Roxanne climbing off her motorcycle, lock up her helmet and fix her hair before walking toward the small Inn. Once she was inside he adjusted his hood and glasses, walked across the street and leaned against the Inn's wall. He then removed his glove and folded his hands behind his back while pressing his ungloved hand to the wall. The scene playing out inside came to his mind.

Roxanne walked across the lobby to the receptionist desk where a short elderly woman sat looking over a few papers. She looked up when Roxanne reached the desk.

"Welcome to the Snugly Duckling, how may I…" She stopped short. "Roxanne!"

"Hello Mrs. Dawson." Roxanne grinned as the woman made her way around the desk. She embraced Roxanne briefly before stepping back to look her up and down.

"Oh, look at you; I believe you've gotten even taller." She said then her face fell slightly. "The year certainly has left its mark on you hasn't it?"

"No, I'm the same height as I was before ma'am." Roxanne said. "And I may look different but I promise I'm just the same as I was before." Suddenly Mrs. Dawson let go of Roxanne and went to a door behind the desk.

"Baxter, come see who's here!" Mrs. Dawson yelled into the back.

"I'm commin' Sue, I'm commin'." Said a male voice. A tall elderly man with graying hair and wire rimmed glasses walked into the lobby and grinned at Roxanne.

"Well, if it isn't little Roxanne, though you're not so little anymore, are you?" He said embracing Roxanne.

"Hi Mr. Dawson." Roxanne said returning the hug.

"I'm glad to see you," Mr. Dawson said. "You called last week and said you'd be here Sunday, but when Sunday came around and you didn't show; we got a little worried."

"We thought those people got a hold of you." Mrs. Dawson said.

"I had a bit of trouble but everything's been resolved. No one's come around giving you any trouble have they?" She asked.

"That Mark fellow came around last week asking if you checked in yet." Mrs. Dawson told her with a frown.

"But I said you hadn't and even if you had that I wouldn't tell him." Mr. Dawson said folding his arms across his chest.

"You see him around here again feel free to call the police." Roxanne informed.

"I intend to." Mr. Dawson returned. He then grinned at Roxanne. "I take it you won't be checking in?"

"No, sadly I won't."

"So you found a proper place to live then?" Mrs. Dawson asked excitedly.

"Yes, it's not too far from here." Mrs. Dawson hugged Roxanne.

"I'm so glad dear; it's not right for a young woman to spend her life living out of hotel rooms. And you've spent almost a decade doing that."

"Well, I won't be anymore." Roxanne said.

"Let me get you your money back." Mr. Dawson said turning toward the front desk. But Roxanne stopped him.

"I want you to keep it. For your trouble."

"It's no trouble." He said turning again.

"I insist." Roxanne stood in front of him blocking his way. "In fact, I have something else I want to give you."

She then reached into her backpack, pulled out her wallet, took out what appeared to be few hundred dollars and held them out to Mr. Dawson.

"Roxanne, we can't accept this." Mrs. Dawson said.

"Oh but you can." Roxanne replied.

"There is no reason for you to give us this." Mr. Dawson folded his arms across his chest.

"Yes there is. It's for everything the two of you have done for me over the years. When I first met you my life wasn't exactly made of sunshine and roses, and you have no idea how much you two have helped me since then." Roxanne said. "Please, it would mean the world to me if you would just accept this as a minor thank you for everything."

"Only if you promise to visit." Mrs. Dawson said.

"Of course." Roxanne said placing the money in Mr. Dawson's hand.

"I would love to spend some more time with you guys but I have to get going." Roxanne said apologetically.

"We understand, you're going to see them right?" Mrs. Dawson asked. Roxanne nodded and said her goodbyes to the couple and gave then each a parting hug before walking toward the door.

Abe yanked his hand from the door and quickly walked to the alley next to the building, hiding in the shadows. Abe watched as Roxanne bypassed her motorcycle and walked down the side walk toward his alley. He slunk back further into it praying she didn't look inside. When she walked past he let out a breath and contacted Hawthorn.

"What's up Blue?" Hawthorn asked.

"She went in, spoke to the innkeepers and cancelled her reservation. They seem to be close to her somehow though." Abe said. "Now she's walking down the street toward a flower vendor."

"Keep me posted." Was the reply. Abe watched as Roxanne approached the stall and spoke to a middle aged man working the stall that grinned and shook Roxanne's hand. He asked her a question and she nodded pulling out her wallet again. The man handed Roxanne three black roses and she paid him for them before gently tucking them into her backpack. She grinned and shook the man's hand again before turning back in the direction of her motorcycle.

"She bought three roses and is now heading back to her bike." Abe said into his mic.

"Right, I'm park just around the corner, so come back once she pulls out." Hawthorn told him. Roxanne's bike roared down the street and Abe made his way back to the car. One inside he lowered his hood and removed his glasses.

"Let's find out where she's heading next." Hawthorn said turning on the GPS. They waited a moment before beginning to follow her.

"She is so speeding." Hawthorn said rolling his eyes. They followed Roxanne to the outskirts of town before she moved off the main road and onto a side street. "Odd, the GPS says there isn't much out here, so what's she doing?"

"I don't know." Abe responded. They continued to follow Roxanne at a distance when it seemed she was getting ready to stop. She lead them up to a gated off area with a guard booth.

"Where are we?" Abe asked.

"There's a sign up here," Hawthorn said squinting out the windshield. "It says; Bridgeport cemetery."

"My god." Abe murmured placing a hand over his mouth. It all made sense; she had been so vague about her "errands" because they were a sensitive issue. She said her family died during the summer, and were buried in Bridgeport. She always came out to Bridgeport this time of year, she had purchased three black roses that afternoon and Mrs. Dawson had asked her if she was going to see "them".

"What is it?" Hawthorn asked.

"She is going to visit her family; today is the anniversary of their deaths."

"Oh," Was the mumbled reply. "We still have to follow her in though." With that he drove to the booth, he was about to wave his badge when the guard told him to go on through. They drove through a grove of trees following the winding road while looking for Roxanne.

"There she is." Abe said pointing ahead. And sure enough Roxanne was standing next to her motorcycle, taking the Roses from her backpack before she began picking her way across the grass covered field. She stopped next to a tree and stood looking down with a sad expression. She seemed to be thinking.

"You have to go out there you know." Hawthorn said. "We need to know what she's doing."

"What?" Abe demanded. "Do you have any idea of how personal this is? She is standing over the graves of her only family that die when she was eight, we shouldn't even be here let alone contemplating spying on her! I think this is enough intruding on her personal life, I've done what Manning wanted and proved she's not up to anything bad but I refuse to continue with this game of cloak and dagger."

"Hey, I don't like this either." Hawthorn defended. "But we have orders and while you are a person of value to the bureau, I'm replaceable. In fact, do you know how many people are fighting for the chance to get to work with the famous Hellboy and company? I'm lucky to have gotten this job."

"Fine." Abe relented. He cast his eyes around looking for a place he could hide behind. He spotted a mausoleum not to far from where Roxanne was. "Drop me off behind there. That way she won't see me.

Once hidden behind the mausoleum Abe climbed out and Hawthorn drove away.

"I feel like a stalker." Abe muttered before he knelt down and placed his hand against the ground so he could see and hear Roxanne.

Roxanne stood looking down at three headstones deep in thought. Suddenly she sighed and knelt down placing one rose on each stone. Her hands trailed to her neck where she pulled out a pair of dog tags from under her shirt. She removed them from her head and looked at them for a moment before unclasping the chain and sliding what appeared to be a ring and a bracelet of some kind from the chain. She placed the dog tags on the headstone to her right and the ring on the one to her left and the bracelet on the headstone in the middle. She stayed silent for a few more minutes, her head bowed before she began to speak.

She addressed all three graves and spoke as if her parents and brother were sitting in front of her instead of six feet under her. She talked about events of the year; a few run-ins with Dolore's men, things she did that year, people she met. She said how much she loved and missed them, and how she hated that they would miss out on so much. Abe listened with interest when she mentioned the events of the other night.

"…So I now work with the FBI at the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense. The people I'm working with are all very nice. There's Hellboy, we kinda got off to a rocky start but he's nice. Liz, she Hellboy's girlfriend and is pyrokineitc. Johan who was human once but it's hard to explain what he is now, he's very nice too. And then there's Abe, Abe is…an ichthyo Sapien; yes I think that's the right word. He is so smart and probably one of the kindest people I've ever met. I'm going to be working with them to protect people from monsters, entities and the like. I'll be really protecting people, unlike when I joined Dolore. God, I was so stupid. I don't know why I believed him, but I guess I just wanted to make you guys proud of me. I've only ever wanted to make you guys proud of me. But how could be proud of what I did when I worked for him, all I ever did was be a demanding, intimidating and emotionally detached leader who helped turn perfectly normal and sweet kids into heatless soldiers." Her voice cracked here and Abe saw something shiny make its way down her cheek. It was a single tear. She reached up and brushed the tear away clearing her throat.

"I'm going to change all that though. I'm going to erase what I've done in the past. I'm going to make it so when people hear my name they won't be afraid, they'll be happy…at least I hope they will. But most of all; I just want you three to be proud. I love you all, so very much, and I miss you more than you'll ever know. I'll see you next year." Roxanne then looked up at the mausoleum.

"You can come out now Abe." She said still kneeling.

Abe ripped his hand from the ground and looked up shocked. How did she know he was there? He didn't make a sound and she hadn't seen him at all earlier.

'Are you gonna come out, or do I have to go back there?" Roxanne's voice floated back to him. Sighing he walked out from behind the mausoleum toward Roxanne guiltily. She was sitting on the balls of her feet with her arms folded across her chest.

"How did you know?" He asked quietly.

"What are you walking on?" She asked. He looked down and suddenly it hit him, the entire day he had been standing on either stone or dirt, of course her powers would have alerted her to anyone following her. "There was also this." She said.

Reaching into her pocket she pulled out what appeared to be a silver dollar. She flipped it up in that air and caught it, holding it out in her palm for him to see. It was the tracking wafer.

"Did they really think they could place a piece of metal on my bike without me noticing?" She asked. So she clearly didn't blame him for following her. "I always do a sweep of my bike before I get on it, looking for anything that isn't supposed to be there. First time I've found one of these though, I've only ever found crappy attempts at explosives before."

"So you've know the entire time then?" He asked. Roxanne nodded.

"That was quick, thinking hiding in the alley by the way." She said. "And you should tell manning next time he sends someone out of to spy on someone else; he shouldn't use the car with the U.S. exempt license plates." Abe was confused, he had spied on her, followed her and trespassed into a very personal moment…yet she was acting like nothing happened.

"Aren't you angry?"

"No, I know the bureau doesn't fully trust me right away. In fact I would think less of them if they did." She then reached down and began collecting the objects she had placed on the graves. The dog tags were taken from her father's grave, she took a diamond ring from her mother's and slid it on the dog tags chain, and from her little brother's grave she took a very small medical ID bracelet and slid it onto the chain with the ring. She saw his curious gaze and held up the objects.

"I suppose you want to know what these are and why I carry them with me everywhere?" She asked.

"If you don't mind." He responded. Roxanne held out the items to him and he took them examining them carefully.

"After my family died Dolore wouldn't let me take much with me, but these are three of the things the hospital gave me." She said. She then pointed to each object in turn. "The dog tags were my dad's, he wore them everywhere because he was still active duty. The ring is my mom's engagement ring. And the bracelet is my little brother's medical ID, saying that he was hypoglycemic and allergic to amoxicillin and azythromycin. I decided to take these things because they are something that their owners would wear everyday and I would do the same, keep them with me every day."

Abe didn't know what to say, so he wordlessly handed the chain of object back to Roxanne who put it around her neck and tucked it back under her shirt.

"So I'm done with everything I have to do today." She stood up and Abe noticed unlike most she didn't dust the dirt off her pants. He realized that was probably because she was comfortable around earth.

"Hawthorn's a slow driver isn't he?" She asked walking back toward her bike. Abe nodded."I'm glad I don't have to drive back with him."

"The man drives like a snail. And speaking of him I have to let him know the game is over." Abe said following. He then turned on his headset and contacted the agent. When the black car pulled up Hawthorn's mouth dropped open at seeing Abe next to Roxanne. He rolled down the window to speak but Roxanne tossed him the tracking wafer with a wink as she walked past to her motorcycle.

"Nice try." She said before putting on her helmet and sitting on her bike. "See you boys back at the bureau."

With that she kicked her bike to life and sped down the path toward the gate. Abe climbed into the car and removed his glassed headset and mic. Hawthorn turned to him holding the tracker between his thumb and forefinger.

"She knew the entire time?" He asked. Abe nodded causing Hawthorn to let out a low whistle. "She's a smart one that's for sure."

And with that statement Abe couldn't agree more.

A/N: yay it's finished! Again sorry it's been a while but I'm currently fighting three different types of sickness and was watching my younger cousins all last week, but enough of my excuses. PLEASE REVIEW! :D