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Chapter 25 - A Found Note
Within ten minutes, Legates was scowling as he drove through the Washington DC night. He was following Booth's directions to a bar they celebrated in. Finally finding a place to park, he pulled the Humvee in and turned it off. Glowering, he followed the squints into the bar.
They all seemed to be relaxed and almost happy. Legates walked to the bar, sat down, ordered a beer and scowled at it when it arrived. Techie sat down next to him and leaned on the bar. Looking at his friend, he chuckled lightly.
"Darlin', you look like someone stripped you naked, kicked you in the nuts and left you on the side of the interstate," Techie said, taking a sip of his drink. Legates turned his scowl on Techie.
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Across town, Michelle sighed and sank down further into the bubbles. The door burst open and Michelle groaned. Tanya walked into the room and closed the door. She closed the toilet lid and perched on it.
"Can I help you, Tanya?" Michelle asked in a weary voice.
"So, where's this Greek god of yours?" Tanya asked with a glint in her eye. Michelle shrugged and the water sloshed.
"Tanya, I'm going to say this once nicely. After that, I get mean. I would really, really, like to be alone for at least twelve hours. I've just spent the better part of two weeks with forty other people and right now I just want to be alone," Michelle said, looking at her friend. Tanya nodded, stood up and ran her hands down her jean clad thighs.
"Do you need anything before I leave?" Tanya asked, frowning at her friend.
"Uhmm can you get my phone please?" Michelle asked, sinking down further into the water.
"Sure," Tanya replied, walking to the bedroom then returning with Michelle's phone. She set it on the edge of the tub and left quietly. Michelle let out a relieved sigh and sunk as far down into the water as she could get.
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Techie watched Legates scowl at his beer for two minutes before grunting.
"Why don't you just call her? I'm pretty sure Ms. Michelle is what has your panties in a twist," Techie said.
"Nope, she left without leaving a note or saying anything. Pretty clear to me," Legates growled.
"Now, from what I've seen that doesn't seem like the same person who took care of you when you were throwing up. The person who waited up for you to get back from Kansas and snuck into your room to wait for you," Techie said, taking a drink of his own beer. Legates turned his head in surprise.
"We're trained to see things that most people don't so yeah I know about it," Techie said, chuckling, "plus you admitted it earlier today."
Legates growled and glared at his beer.
"Whatever," Legates said petulantly. Groaning, Techie stood up and walked over to where the squints were sitting at a table.
"Excuse me, Dr. Saroyan," Techie said. Cam turned to look at him with her eyebrows raised.
"Yes?" She asked with a grin.
"My childish friend over there is pouting because Michelle ran off with his testicles. I was wondering if you might have a number where Sir Nutless could call her?" He asked, causing the squints to laugh at his descriptions of Legates. Cam sighed and shook her head.
"Yes, I'll give it to you to give to him. But be forewarned that she may not answer the phone. I've already explained this to him," Cam said, reaching into her pocket and pulling out her phone.
She grabbed a napkin and looked around for a pen. A waitress walked by and Cam threw her hand up.
"Can I borrow your pen please?" She asked the waitress that she'd seen here a few times before.
"Sure, Dr. Saroyan," the waitress said, handing over her pen. Cam scribbled Michelle's cell phone number on the napkin and handed the pen back to the waitress.
"Thank you," Cam said. The waitress nodded and walked away. Cam pushed the napkin towards Techie.
"He's sure she didn't leave her number? She seemed more than a little interested in him," Cam said, squinting up at Techie.
"He said she didn't," Techie said, shrugging.
"Tell him to look harder," Cam said, smiling and winking. Techie smirked and spun on his heel.
"Here, dipshit, go outside and call her. Don't make me walk you out there and dial for you," Techie threatened. Legates grumbled, stood up, and started walking towards the door.
"I'll just watch your beer," Techie called.
Legates waved his hand as he walked out the door. Taking a deep breath, he stepped out of the door and looked down at the napkin clutched in his hand. Stepping over to the bus stop, he leaned against the back, punched the number into his phone, and hit dial. He blew out another breath as he lifted the phone to his ear.
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Michelle groaned when her phone rang. Picking it up, she glanced at the caller ID. Not recognizing the number, she flipped it open and answered.
"Hello?" She said almost cheerily. Legates looked at the phone and frowned.
"Michelle?" He asked, making sure it was really her.
"Josh?" She asked, sinking back into the water with a sigh.
He grinned when he heard the water lap against the edge of the tub. Cam had been right, Michelle was hiding.
"Not nice leaving and not leaving a note or anything," he said, teasing only a little bit.
Michelle narrowed her eyes at what she suspected was a tinge of hurt in his tone.
"Josh, I left you a note in your smelly bag," she told him seriously.
He paused and thoughtfully sucked on his teeth. She'd obviously been in his bag because it did smell. An old pair of gym socks had been tucked in one of the inner pockets he'd not noticed.
"Huh, I hadn't checked there," he said.
"Mmm hmm, see getting all pissy and cranky and you didn't even look first," she said in a disapproving tone. He chuckled, thunked his head against the bus stop, and looked up.
"Yeah, I guess I did," he sighed.
"Aww, did you think I'd run out on you without saying anything?" She asked a little upset that he'd think she'd do that. He chuffed out another laugh.
"Hey, you can't blame a guy for being a little insecure," he said. Her face scrunched in confusion.
"Are you serious or are you yanking my chain?" She asked, starting to feel a little stupid. He shook his head and shivered as the November wind caressed his skin.
"No, I'm not, yanking your chain that is," he said seriously.
She snorted and shifted in the tub, swirling the warm water. He closed his eyes and started chanting monster stats. Michelle leaned closer to the phone and her face scrunched at his whispered words.
"Josh, what the hell is an Abyssal Eviscerator and why are we talking about it?" She asked curious as to how this fit into their conversation. He cleared his throat and looked at his feet.
"Uh, maybe one day I'll get into the technicalities as to what exactly it is but we'll go with it's a form of libido control," he said. She shook her head and grinned.
"Awww, you poor thing. What's got you all worked up? Did a hot blonde with big boobs just walk by?" She asked in a teasing voice.
"Nope, a dark haired beauty with the perfect sized breasts just swirled water," he shot back at her.
"Well, aren't you just a sweet talker," she purred and he groaned.
"I'm getting ready to be embarrassed here. I'm standing outside a bar with a very interested appendage," he muttered.
"What are you doing at a bar?" She asked, lifting her leg to look at it and frowning.
"Sarge, Dr. Brennan, and the squints brought us to celebrate the end of this case," he told her.
"You should be inside celebrating with them then," she said seriously.
"Rather be out here," he told her honestly.
"Yes, but I know it's cold out there. Tell you what, you go inside, have a beer, and we'll talk tomorrow okay?" She asked, she didn't want him standing out in the cold.
"Yeah, okay," he said.
"I have classes until two tomorrow so you can call me anytime after that," she told him. He squinted and thought about it a minute.
"Okay," he said.
"I'll talk to you tomorrow," she said softly.
"Bye," he said.
"Bye," she said then hung up the phone.
She knew if she didn't, she'd stay on the phone with him or worse yet get on a metro. Oh hell, she thought as she got out of the tub. He drew her to him like a moth to a flame. Groaning, she dried off and walked quickly to her room. Digging through her clothes, she pulled out a pair of jeans and a sweater.
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Legates hung up the phone, thought about pouting but shook his head and headed back into the pub. He walked to the bar and sat down next to Techie who slid his beer towards him.
"Feel better?" Techie asked in a smart assed tone.
"Yes, thank you," Legates said, taking a sip of his beer.
He looked around the bar and chuckled. They had pretty much taken over the bar. Food was coming out of the kitchen and drinks were being served. Legates picked up the menu and glanced over it. His stomach started rumbling and he grinned.
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Michelle stepped out of her room and picked up her wallet and keys.
"Brittney, I'm headed over to Founding Fathers. I'll be home later," she called out.
"Damn, you just got back," Brittney called out.
"Yeah, yeah, but I feel like a little Greek tonight," Michelle mumbled as she headed out the door.
A few minutes later, she was on the metro wondering if she'd lost her mind. Frowning mutinously, she grumbled under her breath.
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Cam looked up and a surprised look crossed her features when she saw Michelle come in the door.
"I'll be damned," she said.
Booth turned a raised eyebrow on her. She waved her hand and saw when Angela spotted Michelle. Angela turned a smirk towards the two men sitting at the bar. Angela lifted her hand and waved Michelle over. Michelle made her way over and sat down on Booth's right between him and Hodgins. Booth turned and raised an eyebrow.
"He's at the bar and since I know you're not twenty one I'll go drag him over here. Besides, I need a refill on my wine," Angela said, standing up, willing to do her part as a matchmaker.
Angela strolled to the bar, got a refill on her wine. She leaned against the bar and looked at Techie and Legates.
"You guys should join us," she invited.
"Naah, we're good here. I have food coming," Legates said.
"Come on,"Angela said, waving away his excuses.
"Fine, fine. Man you squinty women are pushy," Legates said. Angela pursed her lips but let the comment pass.
"Dan, can you send Legates' food over to our table, please?" Angela asked, patting the bar top.
"No problem, Angela," the bartender replied.
Legates sighed, picked up his beer and walked over to the table. Techie followed two steps behind and spotted Michelle first. He chuckled and Legates glanced at him. Angela led Legates to a seat and pushed him down.
"Here you can sit here and Techie you can sit here next to me," Angela said, patting Techie's arm.
Legates sat down and almost jumped out of his skin when he felt a foot slide up his calf. He was about to turn and say something, he was surprised that anyone sitting at this table would do something like that when he heard, "Hey, big boy. I heard you had a thing for dark haired girls with perfect breasts."
He almost choked on his beer when Booth shot him a death glare. He turned a happy smile on Michelle.
"Thought you were hiding," he commented. She shrugged and smiled.
"I'm never one to miss a good party," she said, waving her hand at the people around them. Techie smirked at them and Angela shook her head.
"Plus, I heard you might be having problems with your appendages," Michelle said, smirking.
Cam turned a stare on him and he raised his hands defensively, scooting away from Michelle. Booth's eyes narrowed and Brennan was grinning at him. Michelle saw Cam's and Booth's look and shook her head. The waitress came by and dropped a plate of chicken strips in front of him. Michelle looked at him then the plate then back at him.
"Hungry?" She asked with an astounded look on her face.
"Hey, I was planning on sharing with the tightwad at the end of the table," he said, pointing at Techie.
"Planning? You still are," Techie said, reaching across Angela's plate. He took a strip off the plate and grinned at Michelle.
"I don't want your armpit hair in my food. So here's what we're going to do," Angela said, picking up an appetizer plate and putting some chicken strips on it and handing it to Techie. Michelle reached over and snatched a chicken strip.
"Hey!" Legates fussed with fake irritation.
"What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine," Michelle said, grinning.
"Well, at least she openly admits it," Techie said, laughing and raising his beer to her.
Legates looked at her in stunned amazement. She had just stuck a super hot chicken strip in her mouth without blinking. She took another one then picked up the Tabasco sauce on the table and he watched in astonishment as she doused the chicken strip. Cam started laughing and Booth bellowed out a laugh at the look on Legates' face. Michelle looked at them and scrunched her face.
"What?" She asked, taking a bite of the chicken strip she'd doused with hot sauce.
"I do believe he's stunned by your gastronomic fortitude," Hodgins said, chuckling. Michelle looked at her chicken strip then at Legates.
"You just poured hot sauce on a fiery chicken strip," he pointed out.
"These are fiery?" She said, scrunching her face.
Shrugging, she took another bite. Cam chuckled and shook her head. Legates picked up a chicken strip and took a bite. He shook his head, they had heat but covering them in hot sauce probably made them close to inedible. The waitress stopped at the table and looked around.
"Can I get you anything else?"
"Can I get a Sprite, please?" Michelle asked with a smile.
"Sure," the waitress replied, moving away. Techie started laughing and shook his head.
"She's not using it to put out a fire. She's using the citric acid to cut the Tabasco sauce so she can add more," Cam said, shaking her head.
"Her dad probably put that Mongoose hot sauce in her bottle," Cam said, sipping her wine.
"Should have brought it with me," she mumbled. Techie froze and looked over at Michelle with his eyes wide.
"You mean that crap with ghost peppers in it?" He asked, almost choking on his beer.
"Umm, yeah but the actual name is Bhut Jolokia pepper," she said, shrugging. Legates looked at Techie with a raised eyebrow.
"There was a guy in my unit before I became a Ranger, he'd served over in India for a little while. He'd eaten a shish kabob with that stuff on it. He swore he cried every time he used the bathroom for the next four days," Techie said.
"He might just have not been able to tolerate hot sauce," Angela pointed out.
"No, he ate hot sauce on everything, eggs, bread, rice, steak, chicken, fish, heck he even drank it. Something he called a TnT. It was tequila mixed with Tabasco," Techie said.
"That's a Prairie Fire," Michelle said. Cam shot Michelle a dirty look.
"What? It was on the bottle of Tabasco sauce," Michelle said, "so I googled it. There's quite a few," she continued with a smirk.
"Umm hmm, you're so lying," Legates whispered in her ear.
"Shhh," she hissed back.
"So, which one do you like?" He asked near her ear.
"Fire in Heaven," she said, grinning. Legates rocked back with a wide eyed look.
"Hey! You two stop whispering over there," Booth said, waving his finger at Michelle and Legates. They both looked up with innocent looks on their face.
"See that," Booth waved his finger between the two, "that's exactly what I'm talking about. You're up to no good."
They spent the next hour talking, teasing and joking with everyone at the table. Then Michelle's pocket buzzed and she groaned. Leaning over, she banged her forehead against Legates shoulder with a pout.
"What's wrong?" Legates asked, dropping a kiss on Michelle's head.
"I have to go," she pouted. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"I have an eight o'clock class that's three hours long," she explained. Angela snorted and shook her head.
"They're still doing those? You'd figure by now the professors would know that no college student is in their body by eight am," she said.
Michelle stood up and dropped a five dollar bill on the table. Leaning over, she kissed Legates who pulled back quickly as the hot sauce burned his lips.
"I'll talk to you later," she said. leaving without waiting for a reply. Legates scrambled to his feet and followed her out the door.
"And where do you think you're going by yourself?" He asked her, following her down the sidewalk. She stopped and turned to face him.
"I'm going to catch the metro so I can go to bed. I've been doing it for a few years now," she said smugly. He smiled at her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"Tell you what, I'll walk you to the station," he said.
"If you want to," she said, shrugging. Legates looked up and paused slightly making Michelle stop and look up.
"What are you looking at?" She asked him, squinting at the night sky. The moon hung large and orange in the night sky.
"Full harvest moon," he said, starting to walk again.
"Your country boy tendencies are showing," she teased.
"Hey, Georgia has large cities too. The town I come from is not backwoods," he said defensively.
"I was just teasing," she said, reaching up to pat the hand on her shoulder.
He squeezed her shoulder and bumped her side with his hip. They reached the metro entrance and Legates swung her around to face him.
"You didn't have to come out here tonight," he told her.
"But I wanted to," she smiled up at him.
He leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss. He drew back and huffed out a breath as the hot sauce clinging to her lips lit his up again. He thought by now it would have been gone.
"Not cool at all. Still fiery in fact," he said, blowing out a breath. She covered her mouth and giggled.
"I'm sorry," she said sympathetically.
"I have to go, really, I have class in the morning," she said.
"Okay, alright, I'll talk to you later then," he said, stepping back.
"Yep," she said, shooting him a soft smile and turning.
Legates watched as Michelle walked down the steps into the Metro station. Turning on his heel, he walked back to the Founding Fathers. He arrived back at the bar in time to load up and drive back to Hodgins' mansion. After arriving, he went down stairs calling out a good night and heading to his room.
Walking in, he flipped on the light and walked to his bag. Unzipping the bag, he dug around and frowned. Finally getting frustrated, he pulled out each piece of clothing one by one until a sheet of paper fell out of a tee shirt. Picking it up, he saw the note she'd left and smiled. As he moved the paper to lay it down on the bed her scent wafted from the paper.
Picking up the tee shirt, he smiled, she had tucked the note into a clean tee shirt that now smelled like her. He considered himself peed on. He carefully wrapped the tee shirt back around the sheet of paper and put it back in his bag. Stripping down, he crawled in the bed, closed his eyes and drifted to sleep.
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Michelle rode the metro to her stop, got off, and walked up to the street her dorm was on. As she was walking, she heard the sounds of college students up and down the street. Ignoring the noises of the University at night, she continued to her dorm. After entering, she made her way quickly up the stairs to her room. She unlocked the door and entered her dorm room. Closing the door and locking it, she headed to her own room.
"Hey Dwayne, hey Brittney," she said, passing through the living room.
"Hey," they answered, not taking their eyes off the TV.
The sound of Star Wars music filled the air. And Michelle just couldn't resist. Pausing with her hand on her bedroom door knob, she turned to look over her shoulder.
"You do know that Star Trek is way better than Star Wars right?" She asked with a huge grin on her face. Dwayne paused the movie, Brittney dropped her popcorn and both turned to glare at her.
"Goodnight," she said cheerily before slipping into her room.
Shedding her clothes, she pulled on her pajamas then walked to the bathroom to brush her teeth. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she climbed into bed, turned on the lamp next to the bed, set her alarm then closed her eyes. It seemed like only minutes later when her alarm clock went off.
Groaning, she smacked it into silence as she rolled from bed. She stumbled through her morning routine then grabbed her backpack, laptop and wallet. Her one thought as she crossed campus in the early morning light, with puffs of steam falling from her lips, was coffee.
Stopping by a small coffee shop that had just opened, she ordered a pecan pie coffee and headed to her physics class. When she arrived, she found Tanya slumped in her seat groaning.
"Oh, good, coffee," Tanya said, reaching out her hand. Michelle pulled her hand back.
"Nuh, uh, this is mine," Michelle growled at her.
"Oh man, that smells good where did you get that?" Tanya asked, trying to get a look at the cup.
"The new coffee shop 'Beans'," Michelle told her, sitting down and pulling out her laptop.
"So, where is your Greek god?" Tanya asked, wiggling her eyebrows at Michelle. Michelle paused and tilted her head.
"Sleeping if he's smart but since he's in the Army he's probably driving a Humvee back to Fort Myers," Michelle told her seriously.
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Legates growled as the morning traffic got on his last nerve. He woke up in a pretty good mood this morning. He had every reason to be happy. A beautiful girl was his, he'd help catch a murderer, he was still in the United States for another two months, yeah life was good. That is until the traffic slowed them down to a crawl. Techie remained silent but the CID members in the back weren't so smart.
"What is taking so long?" Cruz grumbled, trying to see out of the windshield.
"Sit back, Cruz," Legates snapped as he clenched his jaw.
An hour later, they were pulling through the gates onto Fort Myers.
"Thank God," Legates muttered as he drove to the vehicle storage hangar.
Once the vehicles were turned over and all the paperwork signed, he looked at Techie who nodded. Picking up their bags, they walked to the base entrance and out onto the street in front of the base.
"At least we live across the street," Legates muttered, hefting the hanger with his blues up over his arm.
"Yep," Techie agreed.
They entered the building that they rented a room in. The building used to be part of Fort Henderson but when the base closed and fencing changed, the military sold the building to a private owner. The owner rented the rooms out dirt cheap to military men and women who were used to these types of dorm conditions.
Their leases allowed for up to two men in a room and two rooms shared a bathroom. Each room had a mini kitchen with a fridge, stove, sink and cabinets. Because the owner knew he was renting to military, he had provided for their deployments. When they deployed their rent was put on hold until they returned, at which time they paid a fee for saving their room.
Walking into the building, Techie and Legates made their way up to the second floor where their room was located. After entering their room, they made quick work of unpacking. Legates taking special care to set the tee shirt with Michelle's note to the side before dumping his dirty clothes in a basket.
"Hey, Turkey, I'm going to go wash a load of clothes. You need anything washed?" Legates asked, heading towards his closet.
He dug around in the closet and pulled down his detergent, fabric softener and Downy ball.
"Yeah, hang on," Techie called.
Turning, he carried an armful of clothes to the basket and dumped them in. Legates dropped the bottles into the basket and picked it up.
"Be back in a minute," Legates said, heading out the door.
The rest of the unit was straggling in by ones and twos as he made his way to the laundry room. As he waited for the washer to fill with water, he walked to the cork board that had various things pinned to it. Scanning it, a brochure caught his eye. The military had several recreational benefits like being able to get tickets to various things for discounted prices. He eyed the brochure and made up his mind. Reaching up, he pulled one down, stuck it in his pocket then turned back to the washer.
He poured in the detergent, filled the Downy ball and chucked it in the washer. Closing the lid, he picked up the basket and headed back to his room. Entering the room, he set the basket down in the bottom of his closet and walked to his bed. Sitting down, he leaned across the bed and pulled open his nightstand drawer.
Searching the drawer with his hand, he found his personal cell phone. He pulled it out and punched in the number on the sticker stuck to the brochure. After speaking briefly with a person on the other line, he paid for a set of tickets with his debit card and assured the man he'd be there later in the afternoon to pick up the tickets.
He hung up the phone and looked around. Seeing the folded tee shirt on his bed, he carefully unfolded it and pulled the sheet of paper from it. Selecting contacts, he added a new contact and entered her name and number. He scrolled through his ring tones and smiled. Techie had downloaded that one as a joke but it was perfect. He hit the button to test it and Katy Perry's voice rang out.
Baby you're firework
Come on let your colors burst
make them go ah ah ah
as you shoot across the sky
Perfect, he thought setting the tone. Techie chuckled from the other side of the bookcases.
"I see you found a use for the ringtone I put on your phone. She is a firework isn't she," he laughed.
"Yep, worked out perfect. I have to go pick up some tickets so put the clothes in the dryer huh. And this time don't put my Downy ball in the dryer," Legates said, picking up his wallet and keys.
"Yep," Techie said from his position on the bed.
As Legates headed across the street and onto the base, his cell phone rang. He scowled at the number and answered it. Sighing, he made an appointment and hung up. Continuing to the proper building, he picked up the tickets and headed back to the dorms. The weight of the week and lack of sleep was catching up to him. When he reached his room, he stripped then pulled on a pair of shorts, set his alarm and crawled into the queen sized bed. Mentally thanking the army for building the dorms large enough to fit a queen sized bed, Legates fell into a deep sleep.
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Michelle spent the day speaking with her professors, getting any information she had missed and making up one test she'd missed. At five o'clock, she let out a sigh and headed back to the dorm. Her stomach growled and she realized she hadn't eaten all day. Groaning, she looked around and her eyes landed on a Taco Bell. Oh heck yeah, she thought. Nearly skipping, she headed into the restaurant and placed her order.
Within minutes, she was back in her dorm room with her crunchy cheesy gorditas spread on the coffee table in front of her and her Tivo recorded episodes of Game of Thrones rolling. Brittney came in the door, followed by her boyfriend Dwayne.
"Finally, you've been gone for more than a week. Then when you get back you take off again," Brittney said, sitting down on the couch.
"I had to go reassure Josh I didn't abandon him," Michelle mumbled.
"Josh? Do tell," Brittney demanded as Dwayne sat forward with a suspicious look on his face.
"A guy I met while I was gone for Cam's work thing," Michelle said, around a mouthful of gordita.
"So, you go on this Mission Impossible thing and come back with a man? When do I get to meet him?" Brittney said excitedly.
"Yeah, when do we get to meet him?" Dwayne said, frowning as he sat back on the couch with his arms crossed. Michelle shrugged and finished chewing before she spoke.
"Dunno, didn't really make plans for that," she told them.
"Well, make plans for it," Dwayne demanded.
Michelle picked up her bottle of hot sauce and turned a glare on Dwayne. Covering her gordita in hot sauce, she took a bite and turned back to her show. Taking the hint, Brittney stood up and headed to her room with Dwayne following behind her.
Three hours later, Michelle stood up and walked to her room. Unpacking her backpack, she pulled out her notes she'd taken over the last week and began putting them into her laptop, dating them appropriately. Another three hours later found her notes in her laptop, emails sent to professors requesting a meeting to get some questions answered and her social websites updated. She looked around, pulled on her pajamas figuring she would take a shower in the morning. After setting her alarm, she crawled into bed.
A/N: Tomorrow we'll have...butt kissing, cold water, asshats, mandatory appointments, things not mentioned, stories told, honest answers, journals, man meat, little black dress, taking numbers, a birthday, a prom dress, a car, love, measurements, tight pants, predeployment food, Odor bomb, Nordstrom, breast squashing, waxing, and getting dressed.