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Chapter 19 - Ten Days
Michelle was sitting, reading, when she felt a head drop into her lap. Jumping slightly in surprise, she looked down to see a half asleep Legates in her lap.
"My couch," he mumbled. She snickered and went back to her reading. Pelant stalked into the lounge and poured himself a cup of coffee. He glared at Legates and Davis who were sleeping on the couches.
"Why are you men sleeping?" He barked at the two men. Michelle felt Legates stiffen and ran her hand over the side of his head. Legates hoped if he pretended to be asleep Pelant would just go away. He knew he probably would get in trouble but he was too tired to care.
"They are sleeping because security runs twenty four hours a day and there are only ten of them," Michelle said from behind her book.
"I didn't ask you," Pelant snapped.
"No, but I told you anyway," Michelle said.
She felt Legates jerk slightly and knew he was silently laughing. She tweaked his ear lightly in reprimand. Finally giving in to protocol Legates jumped up, startling Michelle, and came to attention.
"Sir," he said, facing Pelant.
Pelant pursed his lips, he suspected the Corporal had been awake since he barked the first question but couldn't prove it. The man jumping up after the young lady tweeked his ear made him believe the man had in fact been asleep.
Pelant eyed the man standing in front of him. He noticed the bags under his eyes were darker and deeper than most of the other men on security detail. They all looked tired and worn down.
"How long have you been working security on this investigation?" Pelant snapped at Legates.
Legates mind was trying to figure out what day it was and when they had started.
"Ten days," Michelle supplied.
"I didn't ask you, young lady," Pelant snapped.
"God, you annoy me. I answered because Legates' normally quick calculating brain is working hard to make sure he's still breathing. He was trying to figure it out and I did it faster. He's had two hours of sleep in the last twenty four hours," Michelle snapped, her eyes going almost black in irritation. Legates swallowed and bit back his laugh.
"Michelle, stop yelling at Legates you're keeping me awake," Davis mumbled from the couch.
"Davis, I was speaking with this guy," Michelle's eyes skimmed Pelant's uniform until it landed on his nametag, "Pelant," she told Davis.
Davis jumped from the couch and snapped to attention as best he he could.
"Sorry, Sir," Davis said. Pelant shot him the stink eye and turned to the two men.
"So, who is in charge of security?" Pelant snapped, looking back and forth between the two men.
"Special Agent Booth, Sir," they answered at the same time. Michelle smirked at their uniform answers.
"Military wise who is in charge? Me?" He asked expecting a yes answer. Legates swallowed not sure how to answer that without getting in trouble.
"There is no military in charge here. As I understand it General Carter turned all authority over to Booth and Dr. Brennan," Michelle told him with a grin.
"That does not happen, young lady," Pelant snapped, glaring at her.
"I don't know about jurisdiction. That is Booth and Cam's thing. I have just heard rumors floating," she said, going back to her book. Pelant snapped his attention back to the two men in front of him.
"Well?" He asked the two men expecting a question to his earlier question.
"We have let Sarge, I mean Special Agent Booth, take care of security. Sergeant Rowan has done the same. So, I would speak with him about it, Sir," Legates answered.
Pelant growled, grabbed his coffee and stalked from the lounge. Legates flopped back down on the couch with a groan. Throwing his head on Michelle's thigh, he turned on his side.
"Hate the military sometimes," he mumbled into her thigh.
"Sometimes?" She asked in an incredulous tone. He snorted and drifted slowly back to sleep.
"Lucky bastard," Davis mumbled as he lay back down on the couch.
Michelle was deep into a scene where Meryl was holding Harry by the neck when Legates snorted lightly in his sleep and she felt wetness seeping through her pants. Looking down, she sighed and rolled her eyes. Techie was walking by when Legates snorted and laughed at the noise.
"He's drooling on you," Techie said.
"I noticed," Michelle replied.
"Yeah, he's tired. He only snorts, drools, and snores when he's really, really tired," Techie said.
He ambled off, chuckling at her predicament. Michelle's head jerked from behind her book when she heard Booth bellow for Price. She heard the man scuffle towards Angela's office then she went back to her reading.
Davis rolled from the couch and walked off. Michelle watched him as he made his way to the bathroom. A few moments later, Booth came up the stairs and moved to stand near the railing.
His frame was slightly slumped not in dejection but more like resignation. Michelle poked Legates until his eyes opened again. She put her finger to her lips and gestured towards Booth. Legates swung up and into a sitting position. He caught Michelle's attention when he turned his head. They saw Pelant approach and waited to see what happened.
"Go away," Booth told him abruptly.
Pelant turned around and walked away from Booth. The look on Booth's face let him know that what he wanted to talk to Booth about was not important enough. Moments later, Techie came up the steps and into the lounge passing Booth without saying anything. Techie dropped a stack of pizzas on the table with a thump.
"God," Michelle groaned, "more pizza," she continued with a whine.
"Yeah, it's the easy way to feed the masses," Techie told her.
"But it's been ten days of pizza for lunch or dinner," she continued whining.
"Take it up with Sarge," Techie said. Michelle huffed and decided she'd just skip lunch today.
"Don't even think about it," Legates muffled voice came from her lap. She glared at his head and went back to her book.
"I know you're in heaven and whatnot but the others will be up here soon. So, may I suggest getting your face out of her lap," Techie said, his voice full of laughter.
"You can suggest it but I don't know that I'll listen," Legates said, enjoying his current position.
CID members and the baby squints started trickling into the lounge. After retrieving their pizzas they left the lounge. Booth's regret hung over the area like a cloud. Michelle went back to her book and ignored the things going-on around her.
She felt Legates nudge her elbow and looked over at him. He was holding a plate with a slice of pizza on it over her lap. She reached down and pushed the plate back towards him. He put it back and she pushed it back towards him. She ignored the plate and neither spoke. They didn't want to break Booth's solitude.
"Seeley," Cam yelled from below them. Booth's gaze jerked down to where she was standing. Michelle's eyes narrowed. Cam never called Booth 'Seeley' unless she was teasing him and that was not her teasing voice.
"Food," was all she said.
Michelle's eyes narrowed when she saw Booth give a negative shake of his head. He was seriously upset about something if he was refusing food. She knew Booth, not as well as the others here but she knew him well enough to know that him not eating was not a good thing.
Legates looked at Michelle when they heard a door slam and saw Booth's shoulders slump and his hands run down his face. Michelle shrugged, she had no idea what that was about. She was concerned however that Booth still held his hands in his face. Classic, Seeley Booth, guilt position.
Legates picked up another slice of pizza and tried to quietly chew as he observed Booth. Michelle poked Legates to get his attention then swirled her finger in a leaving gesture. Legates shrugged and shot her a grin. He wasn't sure exactly what to do here. Booth wasn't having a private conversation so it wasn't like they were interrupting as long as they stayed quiet.
"You two are not so good at the silent conversations," Booth said from between his hands. Legates and Michelle jumped at the sound of his voice.
"Dang it, Sarge. How the hell do you do that?" Legates growled in frustration.
"I could hear Michelle's arm move as she made gestures behind me," Booth muttered.
Michelle and Legates watched in silence as Booth stalked to the coffee pots and glared at the table. Spinning on his heel, Booth stalked down the steps into the main part of the lab. Michelle's eyes skimmed the table where the coffee pots were and shrugged as she looked at Legates.
Legates had only eaten another bite of pizza when Booth returned carrying an FBI mug. Michelle snorted as she realized why Booth had been upset. Someone was drinking out of his coffee mug. She watched him pour his coffee, put sugar in it and leave. Shaking her head, she sighed. Legates pushed another plate at her and she glared at him.
"Not happening so give it up, big boy," she said, pursing her lips. Davis flopped back down on the couch and glanced at his watch.
"Another hour before patrol starts," Davis grunted.
Pulling his hat down over his face, he promptly fell back to sleep.
Legates shrugged, swallowed his last bite of pizza, and took a swig of Michelle's coffee.
"Hey," she whined as he made a face about how she drank her coffee.
"What? I needed a drink," he said, "you don't mind do you?" He asked with a roguish smile on his face. She sighed and shook her head.
"No, I don't mind," she mumbled.
He set her cup down, dropped his head back into her lap and promptly fell back to sleep. Her mind wandered but for all outward appearances she was reading. What was this strange sort of intimacy they had going on? Other than the two kisses after the Halloween ball there really wasn't any true sexual contact.
There was a physical intimacy of sorts but it seemed to be nonsexual. The question was, was this some sort of weird trust thing or did he really want something more? He said he did but they never seemed to be able to actually talk. She really didn't know that much about him. She didn't know his favorite foods, although she did know how he drank his coffee. She didn't know what kind of beer he drank or for that matter if he even drank beer.
Her lips were pursed as she pondered these questions and he slept in her lap. Booth came up the steps and stopped at the entryway to the lounge. Michelle sat on one of the couches with Legates head in her lap. One of her hands was mindlessly running from temple to the back of Legates head. Her other hand clutched a book but from the pensive look on her face he knew she wasn't really reading. He guessed Legates was a good choice. He was a good kid and was a softy under all that muscle. Booth chuckled to himself. Michelle looked up when she heard Booth chuckling.
"Can you wake these two up? I gotta get the rest of the guys to Angela's office for a meeting," Booth asked Michelle with a knowing look.
She narrowed her eyes at him and gave him a nod. Booth walked towards Techie who was standing on the catwalk. Michelle ran her hand up the side of Legates face.
"Hey," she said. He opened one eye and glared at her with it.
"What?" He grumbled, trying to bury his head in her lap and go back to sleep.
"Booth needs you in Angela's office," Michelle said.
Davis cracked his eye under his hat and rolled it when he heard they had to get up again. He grinned under his hat and hoped that if he pretended to be asleep she'd wake him up in the same sweet tone. Legates sat up grumbling and glaring.
"Awww, poor baby," Michelle said in a sympathetic tone. He smiled at her then stood up. Michelle stood up and walked over to Davis. Reaching down, she shook him.
"Davis, get up. Booth wants you down in Angela's office," she said loudly.
Legates chuckled at her method of waking the other man. Davis jumped, pulled his hat down and scowled. Legates barked out a laugh at the look on Davis' face. He'd seen Davis tense slightly so Legates knew Davis had been awake the whole time.
"He thought you were going to wake him up sweetly," Legates said.
"No, I didn't," Davis argued, his face flushing slightly.
"Yeah, right. Let's go," Legates said, grinning at Davis.
Davis rolled into a sitting position and stood up. The two men were headed towards the stairs when Legates paused and turned to look back a Michelle.
"Eat something," he ordered.
She scowled at him and lifted her book back up to continue reading. Sighing, he turned and headed to Angela's office. When they reached Angela's office the rest of the unit was gathered outside the door. They filed in and looked around.
"What is going on here?" Pelant asked from behind them. The men walked to the couches and sat down.
"I have no idea. Angela and Bones have done something for the trial tomorrow. We are reviewing for accuracy," Booth said.
Legates saw Angela hitting buttons on the pad she held in her hands. The Angelatron began to glow in a soft yellow color and a village appeared in the holographic square. Legates eyes narrowed and he pressed his lips together in irritation.
It was that village, the one he wanted to forget. The one he hoped to never see or hear about again. A set of colored dots appeared in the corner with names next to each one. He spotted the orange dot that had his name next to it.
"Please find your name and the dot associated with it. Then locate it on the projection to make sure that you are in the place you were when Booth got shot. Please look at the building heights surrounding your area. If the buildings are incorrect, please, let me know and we'll take a closer look," Angela said.
Legates walked up to the Angelatron and found the orange dot. He closed his eyes and mentally looked around in his memory. He could feel the cool desert night air, he could hear the sounds of the town below him. Mentally glancing around, he then opened his eyes and leaned forward.
Everything looked right, eerily so. His eyes narrowed at the stunning detail, she had even gotten the cracks in the windows and on the buildings correct. Stepping back, he shot her a nod to let her know his dot was right.
"Angela, put it in my point of view, please," Booth told her.
Legates watched as the holograph moved and zoomed in as if he were looking through Booth's eyes. It was creepy; it was like being in someone else's head.
"This is Francis, I was where you have him," Booth told her. Angela nodded and moved the dots and the point of view changed.
"Yeah, I was here. I was lying down on the roof not standing. In fact they should all be lying down," Booth said.
"I was crouched in a corner behind a bunch of bricks," Addison corrected Booth.
Booth gestured toward Angela. Angela squinted at the screen and the group watched as their point of views flashed across the screen changing with each input of information.
"Is all of this necessary?" Parks asked from the doorway. The entire room turned to look at him.
"Yes, Parks, it is," Booth growled. Everyone turned back to the screen.
"I've read all the reports and the only problem I have is that the sniper that shot Booth was reported as being here," she punched buttons and a blue 'A' appeared on a building, "and here," she punched more buttons and a blue 'B' appeared on the next building over.
"My point of view, please, and pull me into a kneeling position," Booth told Angela. The screen move and Booth turned his head. The building where the shooter should have been was empty.
"There was the glint of a scope on that building," Booth said, pointing. Angela punched some keys and the shooter's dot moved to the top of that building.
"Davis, please stand next to the Angelatron," Angela directed. Davis moved over where his dot was located. He saw the Angelatron shift to his point of view.
"Can you see the shooter?" Angela asked Davis with her lips pursed.
"No, but once the shot was fired, I moved to my knees," Davis admitted. Booth grunted and shot Davis a glare. The point of view shifted to a kneeling position.
"Yes, I can see the shooter now," Davis said.
"Okay, and, Johnson, you took out the target correct?" Angela asked, looking over at Johnson.
Johnson shifted from foot to foot and rubbed the back of his neck. Legates knew that Johnson had been having nightmares and knew that when this was over he would be seeking help for them.
"Yeah," Johnson muttered.
"Step up where Davis is standing and tell me if this is correct," Angela said.
Davis moved away from the Angelatron and Johnson stepped up next to it. Johnson watched as the point of view changed and his eyes glazed over at the memory.
"Johnson," Booth said sharply. Johnson snapped his head up to look at Booth.
"Later, right now, you need to say that what she has is right," Booth said sympathetically.
Pelant snorted at the tone in Booth's voice. Everyone got quiet and turned to look at him.
"Pelant, you still remember your first shot. I know for a fact you do, so, cut the kid some slack," Booth said softly. Pelant nodded and stepped back into the shadows.
"Okay, so, everything is where it belongs," Angela said with a sigh.
She punched a few buttons and the men around the room shuddered as the night they would never forget replayed with stunning accuracy. Booth and Brennan eyed the replay critically both compartmentalizing the situation.
"That looks right," Booth said in a gravelly voice.
"I'll burn it in playable form for the case," Angela said quietly.
The men shuffled out of the room leaving Brennan, Booth, and the two Generals behind. Legates stalked up to the catwalk. Walking past the lounge, he continued to start his patrol without saying anything.
Michelle pulled her book down when she heard feet coming up the stairs. She watched the men pass by and she got the feeling that whatever happened in that office upset everyone of them. Leaning on her hip, she tucked her legs to the side and leaned on the arm of the couch. Techie walked in, flopped down on the couch with her, put his head on her calves and went to sleep.
Addison walked in and took the other couch. Both men fell asleep quickly and without saying a word. When Legates walked past, he froze when he saw someone else lying on Michelle. Turning his head with a glare, he looked to see who it was. His frame relaxed when he saw it was Techie and that Techie's head was on her calves, not in her lap.
He continued moving and tried to stay focused on the task at hand. It was close to eight o'clock when the squints finally decided to pack it in and head home. The last few hours had been spent tucking the nasty memories away with a self promise to deal with them later. He walked into the lounge and kicked Techie's feet off the end of the couch. Techie jumped and glared up at Legates. Grinning at him, Legates pointed over his shoulder.
"They're ready leave," he told Techie.
Techie sat up with a grunt that startled Michelle who was drifting in that bored frame of mind. She wasn't asleep but her brain was running on minimal functions.
"Nice having a sweet smelling pillow isn't it?" Legates said, his eyes twinkling.
"Um your pillow probably smelled better than mine. But hey, mine smelled better than the inside of my hat," Techie said, smiling at Michelle. She rolled her eyes and sat forward.
"You two need to shut up," Addison said gruffly from under his hat.
"First come first served, numb nuts," Techie said, laughing.
"Great now the guys will be fighting to sleep on this couch," Legates muttered.
Michelle shook her head and giggled as she packed her stuff into her backpack. They rounded up the scientists and headed out to the Humvees. Michelle climbed into the passenger's seat next to Legates as if it were the most natural place to sit. He laughed at her and started the vehicle.
He glanced back and saw that his vehicle was full of CID members. Shrugging, he waited as the other vehicles started and were filled with people. He followed the Humvee driven by Techie out into the evening DC traffic.
"Heh, I can run over reporters with this and say it was an accident," Legates said, almost gleefully.
Michelle laughed and shook her head. Even though the Humvee was wide and bulky Legates slid it through the traffic with practiced ease. Michelle pouted when she saw that they had power steering. No, more rippling muscle views for her.
"What are you pouting about?" He asked her with his eyebrows raised.
"Nothing," she said quietly.
"Uh uh, you're pouting about something," he said, shaking a finger sideways at her.
"Not telling you," she said.
"So, you admit you are pouting about something," he said in a playful tone.
She sighed and rubbed her forehead. She'd have to talk to Booth about learning to school a blank face. From the corner of his eye, he could see her mind working.
"Yes, I was pouting, but what about you'll never know," she said, still smirking at him.
Reynolds and Morgan watched the back and forth.
"You going with them tomorrow?" She asked, glancing at him.
The smile faded from his face and she saw it go blank. The corners of his mouth tightened, not quite a frown but very close.
"Yep," he said. Michelle gave a small nod and paused.
"Well, if you see Francis please be sure to kick him in the nuts. I don't like it when people shoot my family," Michelle said.
"I'll see what I can do but I make no promises," Legates said, biting back a grin.
They pulled into the driveway and followed the Humvee Techie was driving up to the house. When they climbed out of the vehicle, Techie approached him.
"If you start your patrol now you'll still be able to get some sleep," Techie grunted at him.
Legates nodded and stalked off, leaving them standing there. Michelle cocked her head at Techie and gave him a questioning look. Techie pursed his lips, shrugged and headed to the house. Michelle crossed her arms and glared at Techie's retreating back.
Shrugging, she headed into the house and down to her room. She changed into her pajama pants and a tank top. Grinning, she stood directly in front of the patio doors with the bedside lamp on.
Legates made his way around the side of the house and frowned. He should really apologize for his actions a few minutes ago. He turned to face her patio doors and froze. Michelle stood in the doorway framed by light. His mouth fell open and his eyes bugged as she pulled her shirt off. He blinked and she had pulled on a tank top.
He watched as she wiggled the bra out from under her shirt. He sucked in a gasp as she pulled off her pants and then bent over. Legates went cross eyed and almost passed out as all the blood in his body rushed to his pelvic region.
He blinked and blew out a breath when she pulled up her pants. Turning, she picked up her bag and crawled on the bed. Legates shook his head and walked off. He walked slowly towards the patrol meeting point, breathing deeply and reciting monster stats.
Brown froze as he heard Legates approach, muttering under his breath. When Legates stopped in front of him, Brown held up his hand.
"Did you just say wererat?" Brown asked, looking at Legates as if he'd lost his mind.
"Uh, yeah," Legates answered before spinning and heading back in the direction he'd just come from.
He walked past Michelle's room without even looking in that direction. He didn't think he could stand getting another show like that one. Michelle lay on the bed on her stomach, one leg bent and foot in the air. She slowly turned the pages of her anatomy book.
Propping her chin in her hand, she stared into space. Maybe she shouldn't have used such a slutty move. That may have turned him off, her foot swung back and forth as she wondered. Legates saw movement from the corner of his eye and swung around and down into a crouch. He let out a sigh and stood up when he saw Michelle still had her blinds open. Her foot swung from side to side as she lay on her bed.
He could see she was staring off into space and wondered just what she was thinking about. His four hour patrol passed slowly and he mentally grumbled as he passed through the cold November night. He smiled softly when around eleven, he passed Michelle's door and saw her draped across the bed fast asleep with the light on the night side table still on and her face on a book.
When his patrol ended, Legates headed down the steps, past his room and straight to Michelle's door. Walking in, he stood next to the door in the shadows until he saw Davis pass the patio doors. Walking to the doors, he dropped the blinds. He didn't think Michelle would appreciate everyone watching her. He turned back to the bed and walked silently to it.
Gently, he lifted her off of the book and removed it. Tearing a small piece of paper from her notebook, he scribbled a note and tucked it in her book before putting it in her backpack. Walking to the other side of the bed, he pulled the covers down. Leaning over, he picked her upper body up and moved her onto the pillows.
After pulling the covers over her, he walked to the light and turned it off. Moving on silent feet, he left her room. Goodman froze in the hallway and watched Legates move on silent feet to his own room. Legates stripped, showered, set his alarm, and climbed into bed. A few hours had passed before Michelle shot straight up in bed gasping in fear. Her eyes darting frantically around in the dark. Whimpering, she scrambled to the night side table. Flicking on the light, she took deep breaths to calm herself. When she was calm, she sunk back into the bed and drifted back to sleep.
Legates' alarm went off the next morning and he rolled from the bed. He pulled on his uniform, glowered and muttered about wearing dress uniforms. Grabbing his beret, he strode from the room still glowering. Brown fell into step behind him.
"What are you glowering about? " Brown grumbled, stalking behind Legates. Legates ignored Brown's grumbled question and kept walking to the foyer.
When they reached the foyer they found Booth making his way to the kitchen. Falling in step behind him, they moved quietly through the house. Legates threw a look over his shoulder at the stairs down before heading out the front door and to the Humvee.
Legates decided he was tired of driving and Brown could take this shift of driving. Legates saw Booth holding the door open for Brennan when he climbed into the passenger's seat. Brown shrugged, started the Humvee and pulled out of the driveway. Legates was sucked into his mind until he heard Booth do a grossed out voice.
"Bones, that's disgusting," Booth groaned, catching sight of the video running on her laptop.
"Oh, Lord, what is she doing now?" Legates asked semi-rhetorically, glancing over his shoulder.
He saw Brennan sitting with the laptop open in front of her the light changing with the video. Booth was leaning over her arm watching the video with her, his face pulled in a disgusted grimace but his eyes glued to the screen.
"Watching some nasty surgery. This guy's brain is hanging all..." Booth's voice trailed off.
"Jesus, Bones, tell me you're not reviewing the surgery video for testimony," Booth said, watching the screen.
Legates heard some shuffling and what seemed like a few minutes later, he glanced over his shoulder to see Brennan sleeping in Booth's lap. Booth twirled his finger in the universal signal for him to turn around. Legates turned around, put his elbow on the window, knuckles on his temple and stared at the road as it passed.
He wondered if he really had a shot with Michelle. She was incredibly smart, sexy and talented. She didn't seem to have a flaw that he could see. She had survived hell and came back strong. His eyes glazed as he sank into the world of wondering if.
"I know what you're thinking about. I know what you're thinking about," Brown teased in a sing song voice.
"I highly doubt that," Legates said, shaking his head.
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Michelle blinked and looked around. When did she get under the covers? When did she put her books away? And who in the hell had turned off the light last night? She squinted and tried to remember. Shaking her head, she went to the bathroom to shower. When she returned, she dressed, grabbed her backpack and headed up to the kitchen.
She found Cam, Angela and Hodgins sitting at the table sipping their coffee. Michelle poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. Angela leaned forward with a serious look on her face.
"So what are you going to do today since your steak dish is gone?" Angela asked with a knowing smile on her face.
"First of all, he's not my dish. Heck I'm not even sure what we are. Second of all, he's not just a steak. Yes, he is a fine piece of man but he seems intelligent too," Michelle said.
"Hey," Hodgins and Cam sputtered at the same time. Angela grinned at Michelle and Michelle returned the look.
"What?" Michelle and Angela asked looking at the other people at the table.
"You," Cam said, pointing at Angela, "need to stop with that whole match making thing. And you," she pointed to Michelle, "need to just plain stop with the mental images your conversation is creating."
Wiping her hands off, Cam stood up, took her cup and poured herself another cup of coffee. Michelle snorted and took a sip of her coffee. Michelle wiggled her eyebrows, at Angela, over the top of her coffee cup. Angela let out a low husky chuckle and grinned at Michelle.
A/N: Anyone know what chapter we'll be on...oh yeah...chapter 20...fuel, Pepsi, heroes, graves, pillows, Captain Morgan, videos, ruminations, more Humvees, amusing themselves, zygotes, erections, abandonment, hiding, sperm, a cinnamon roll, mental images from the past, entertainment, frogs in blenders, pooping birds, brownie points, itchy butt, allergies, matches, Robertson, damage, the mall, ties and socks, and fifteen minutes.