well hello not sure if u care but i decided to update this story. sorry if I'm not quick but I was homeless for awhile and the inspiration just left me but now that I was just crushed by yet another significant other I am feeling it again kind of a shitty way to be inspired but hey gotta role with it right. alright enough with this note and on to the story

Light started to filter into my eyes as my senses started to return. My eyes opened to sight of the ceiling overhead and it was then that I noticed that Cat was yelling in the direction towards Sam, flailing around making an even bigger scene than a waitress dropping a customer in the entrance of the restaurant. Slowly I staggered back to my feet, and immediately went to restrain Cat before she got in over her head with Sam. First I tried to get between the two and after being threatened with a potential shot to my man region I quickly retreated while Cat was chewing into Sam about striking some stranger in a restaurant where she worked. Too me and anyone else with any kind of sense for these things you could clearly see that the two of us are clearly tweaked up from some sort of drug and I knew that we needed to leave and leave now so I grabbed Cat by the waist, slung her over my shoulder and carried her out of the building. When I turned to open the door with my rear and dig for the car keys at the same time I noticed Sam staring right at us with a look of shock, and dismay written all over her face. But once I looked up and saw her face our eyes locked and I was immediately bathed in the deep electric blue eyes of one miss Sam Puckett and I could have sworn that once our eyes connected I saw her face soften and it seemed like she was actually glad to see me for one brief second as the world around the two of us seemed to just melt away leaving us the only two in existence. Unfortunately as fast as that look came it left again leaving only hatred and pain on the face of the one and only Sam Puckett .

Once at the car I put Cat back onto her feet.

"Hey what was that? You just yanked me from making a valedictorian point" she stated in a huff posting her hands onto her hips and glaring a hole into my chest.

"I think you mean a 'valid point' not a 'valedictorian point' and second that is way too much hat for either of us to take on" after finishing the sentence I got really close to cat and positioned both my arms around her body to effectively pin her to the car and dropped my voice really low and deep. "Or have you forgotten what it is that I am in the business of selling or what I did in Vegas. Because I didn't and I fucking guarantee that the authorities have not forgotten what happened in that hotel room." Upon finishing my statement I stared into her soul with my mean mug on and she shriveled up more and more with every word that had flowed out of my mouth.

"I get it I really do.." before she could finish her statement I slammed my fist on the top of the roof. "You get it, huh, you get it? You had better get it because I can't always be around to protect you and quite frankly I would just assume kill you if it ever came to that. You reading me?" she just slowly nodded her head towards me and I backed away from her to let her up from the car. She slowly slid into the passenger seat; while I took a couple of deep breathes and started my short walk to the other side of the car to drive. As I opened the door to get into the driver's seat I noticed that Sam was staring out at us and a new look had taken hold of her face a look that I had never seen on her face when she looked at me and that look was fear.

Seattle, WA

Bushwell Plaza

Gibby POV

I hung up the phone and started cooking my breakfast. As the eggs were finishing up the door swung open revealing a guest for breakfast. It was a young boy with black hair and brown eyes standing just over 3 feet tall and a little scrawny. The boy immediately lit up upon seeing Gibby and the spread that he was preparing.

"Alright uncle Gibb, that breakfast looks awesome, with a capitol A" the boy stated as he pulled up a chair to the table. Gibby gave the young boy a knowing look.

"And have u washed your hands for the meal lil man? Because you know mine and your mother's rules on washing your hands before meals." the boy dropped his head in shame and slinked off to the sink to wash his hands as he was told. Upon returning to the table he got a knuckle bump and a signature Gibby smile. He immediately hopped into his chair and started woofing down the food. I meanwhile just pondered how this was a daily occurrence him getting upon hours before necessary to make sure that the lil man is fed and off to school at the proper time. Especially since his mother was always working one of her jobs to feed them, so I was fine taking on the responsibility as he felt that is what an uncle is for. I was jarred from my thoughts when an empty plate was presented to me as if I had won it as an award. All I could do was smile gather up our things and head off to drop him off at school, all the while wondering if he would be able to keep up this routine with his new roommate. Really only time would tell.

I am always seeking feedback and possibly ideas as this all just comes out of my warped mind one thing at a time