You can nearly anything delivered in New York at almost any time if you know who to call and if you're somebody.

Tonight, this was not Tommy's problem.

The order had been sent in…Days ago? Weeks? He couldn't remember. When Spring Break came up, instead of heading off to check out some graveyard in Pennsylvania with Merton or staying behind and having a Jet Li/ Jackie Chan kung fu fest with Lori, he opted for New York. Of course he had lied to himself that there was really no special reason for going. It was New York, a place every one visited at least once in their lives. Who didn't want to go to New York.

The truth of the matter was, he had some one to see there. Some one he hadn't seen in quiet a long time.

Hence, the roses.

Choosing their color hadn't been too hard. Red was out of the question right off the bat. Too cliché. No, they would be the color of the streaks that had been in her hair, of the leopard print she had been wearing when the first met.

There was no doubt. Their color would be a brilliant blue.

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It was Merton who picked out her address (disliking the term 'stalked'), even if he had warned the werewolf against going to meet her. Tommy's argument had been a simple one; Merton just didn't want to be on his own if he came face to face with some spirits on his little trip. That had been enough to shut them both up.

Of course, he hadn't gone to see her show. Roses or not, Broadway was just not his style. Never had been, never would be. Still, it seemed to be a nice gesture. He was in the neighborhood, thought he'd stop by and see an old lab partner. The roses were only a coincidence, he told himself.

Her eyes went wide when she found him in the doorway, a smile spreading on her face.

"Tommy!" Her accent was the same as it had been when they first met.

"Carole," The werewolf gave his own smile.