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I'm hoping to have the next drabble up very soon. The concept is complete, it's actually getting it down on paper (rather a computer document) that has yet to be achieved. But I hope you enjoy this one!

18. Inopportune Moment

Will brushed the last specks of dust off his shoes and straightened. His wallet and cell phone awaited him on the kitchen table. In a quick move, they were scooped up and tucked in his pocket. A smooth suit-coat hung off the back of the head chair and that too was lifted and thrown on.

"Elizabeth?" he called.

There was a long pause. Elizabeth's voice was oddly weak when she finally spoke. "In a minute."

So, he waited. And waited. And waited.

"Elizabeth?" he glanced at the clock. They would have to leave within two minutes if they wanted to keep their dinner reservation.

"I'll be right out."

Ten minutes passed and she had not appeared. Will began to become concerned. It wasn't like Elizabeth to take this long to dress. She liked to look elegant, certainly, but she hated to spend hours fussing over herself.

So, he strode to the doorway, tapped lightly on the smooth wood, and entered with a inquiring, "Elizabeth?"

The bedroom was empty, neatly in order. No tattle-tale dresses were lying around to inform him that she had been indecisive about her wardrobe for the evening. There weren't even any shoes scattered across the carpet.

The bathroom door stood open a few inches. Will approached slowly. "Elizabeth, is everything alright?"

There was only a soft half-whimper, which sent Will flying through the doorway.

Elizabeth sat on the counter, the back of her hand pressed to her lips. Her long silky dress would have looked absolutely stunning if her face was not pale, and the honey brown locks framing her face damp with some undefined substance.

"Elizabeth," he moved in and caught her hands in his. They were cold and trembled. "Are you alright?"

Her watery gaze met his, great tears trembling from her eyelashes. "I'm so sorry, Will. Of all the inopportune moments to get sick…this was your on night off and we had that wonderful reservation and I got this dress and you…" she burst into the sobs.

Hoping to calm her, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and rubbed up and down on her back. But to his surprise she placed a hand on his chest.

"No," she gasped for a breath, "no, I don't want to get you," another breath, "sick."

"Elizabeth," he lifted her chin slightly. "I'll be fine. Now let's get you to bed."

"But what about the dinner reservations?"

Will grunted indifferently as he scooped her up and moved out of the bathroom. "There will be other nights. Besides," he added with a grin, "I'm sure Jack will enjoy it in our stead."

Elizabeth curled in closer, eyes closing and mouth drifting into a weary smile.