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Chapter 48 – Cruella DeVille
Maggs watched in astonishment as Michelle started playing with the radio stations and Legates just let her.
"Oh, you are so whipped," Maggs told Legates, laughing.
"Yep and you know what I get really good sex on a regular basis," Legates smirked at Maggs in the rear view mirror. Maggs eyebrow climbed into his forehead at Legates' admission.
"Hey, I don't have you whipped. And I don't make you do things you don't want to. Or if I do it's not intentional," Michelle said, pouting at Legates.
"No, but you do have me wrapped around your spoiled little finger," Legates said, grinning at her. Techie snorted and rolled his eyes at them.
"They have each other wrapped around each other's fingers so bad you don't know where one begins and the other ends," he said.
"I don't have her wrapped around my fingers," Legates argued. Techie snorted then frowned at Legates.
"Let's see umm, she guarded your privacy when you were sick after your trip to Philadelphia. She came out to drag your petulant ass out of the bar after being up for twenty four hours. She was your pillow while we were at the lab. Shall I continue?" Techie asked, squinting at Legates. Legates shot Michelle a glance and saw a blush rising on her face.
"Sounds pretty whipped to me," Maggs said, smirking at Michelle.
She just shrugged and turned her attention back to the radio. Legates pulled into the Applebees' parking lot and parked the truck. Getting out, he walked around and opened the passenger's side door. Reaching in, he lifted Michelle down and set her on her feet. They stood waiting outside the door as the rest of the men pulled in, parked then joined them.
"I feel bad for the waitress," Michelle muttered, glancing at the twelve other people standing there. She shifted as her back began to throb.
Legates laughed and shook his head. They walked in and the hostess' face took on a stunned look that was followed by an eyeroll. Her eyes roved over the men then she smiled, hoping they didn't see the eyeroll.
"Thirteen?" She asked, making sure they were all there.
"Yes," Legates answered.
"Just a moment we're going to need to set up a place for you to sit," she said, turning then walking off. They stood waiting as a few more couples were taken to their seats then the Hostess smiled at them.
"Follow me please," she said and led them to a back corner.
Two of the large booths had been combined and a large table had replaced the round tables that normally were with those particular booths. The men slid in except for Michelle and Legates who were arguing over who would sit on the outside.
"Fine," Michelle finally huffed and slid in.
Maggs made a whipping noise and the men looked at him, paused, then burst into laughter. Michelle shot Maggs a mock glare and Techie reached for her hand. She looked at Techie with narrowed eyes then stuck her tongue out at Maggs.
"You don't have a problem with Techie holding your girl's hand?" Martinez said, looking at Legates in stunned amazement.
"He's not holding her hand-"
"He's stopping her from giving Maggs the finger," Perkins finished for Legates. The guys were smirking at Maggs.
"She's a fast draw and has no problem using that particular digit in any situation. In fact I seem to recall she knows several other rude gestures," Goodman told Maggs.
Michelle pursed her lips as she looked at Goodman. Narrowing her eyes, she held out her hand with her fingers extended. Legates choked and pushed her hand down as the men around the table started laughing. Martinez shook his head and laughed at Michelle.
"Now where did you learn that?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Rude Hand Gestures of the World. You too can have my vast knowledge of 101 ways to offend someone. Eleven dollars on Amazon," Michelle said, grinning at Martinez.
"And knowing Dr. Brennan helps," Michelle smirked.
"Oh, Jesus," Legates muttered and smacked his hand down his face.
The waitress appeared and took their drink orders. A few moments later, she and another waitress returned carrying their drinks. Setting them down, she looked around.
"Are ya'll going to need a few minutes?" She asked, glancing around at the men.
"Yes, please," Michelle answered the waitress with a smile.
The waitress smiled and walked away. The menus traveled around until there was one left. Michelle smirked and scooted closer to Legates to look over his arm at the menu. Her eyes scanned the menu and her lips pursed as she made her decision. She sat back and laced her fingers. Legates chuckled at her and shot her a grin.
"You know what you want?" He asked her with a smile.
"Yep," she said, smiling at him. The waitress came back and took their orders. Techie's eyebrow shot up when Michelle ordered the Sizlin' Chili Lime Chicken.
"Chicken? You? Healthy food?" Techie said in a dramatic manner as he placed his hand over his chest.
"What? I like chicken that's not fried or smothered in sauce," she muttered, fiddling with the napkin.
Legates reached under the table and squeezed her thigh. Martinez reached in his jacket and pulled out a bottle of hot sauce then shot Michelle a wink.
"Ooohhh, you love me don't you. I didn't even think about it," Michelle crooned at Martinez.
He smirked at Legates who rolled his eyes and pulled the small bottle from his own pocket. He set it down in front of her plate. She turned and kissed him for the hot sauce.
"Aww, you didn't kiss me," Martinez whined. Michelle turned to look at Martinez with a 'well duh' look on her face.
"He brought me the good stuff. If you want kisses you have to shoot higher than mediocrity," she pointed out.
Legates leaned his head back and burst into laughter. Martinez pouted and rolled his eyes as Legates continued to laugh. They sat casually talking while waiting for their food. After it arrived, they started eating and the men were laughing as Michelle stuck her fork in Legates' plate and took a bite of his food. He laughed and briefly thought about returning the favor but froze with his fork an inch from her plate. Drawing it back, he stuck it in his own plate.
They were still laughing when a female stopped next to the table. Legates looked around when the laughter came to an abrupt halt. His eyes landed on a woman standing next to the table and went a shade darker then his jaw clenched. Michelle eyed the 5'2" woman, she had red hair, pale skin and emerald green eyes. Her suit was a tailored suit that looked expensive. The high heels made her look taller than she actually was. She wore authority that came with being in charge.
"Michael," the woman said in way of a greeting. Michelle's back straightened and her eyes hardened. Techie elbowed Maggs and nodded his head at Michelle.
"Miranda," he said coolly.
"I thought you would have called me when you came back into the country," Miranda said in a smooth even voice. Michelle looked at the woman and her eyes narrowed.
"No, everything that was needed to be said was said before I left," Legates said abruptly.
"Manners dictate you should introduce me to your friends," Miranda said in a patronizing tone.
Michelle's hackles rose and she was on the defensive. Legates turned to look at Michelle and almost jerked his head back at the almost black color of her eyes.
"Miranda, this is Michelle. That is Martinez and Maggs," Legates said, pointing towards the men.
"I met Maggs before you left," Miranda said, raising a pair of cold emerald eyes to Legates' eyes.
Legates realized a minute too late that introducing Michelle to Miranda wasn't such a good idea. Now he had to sit back and watch the fireworks. Miranda was used to being the head bitch but Michelle wasn't going to roll over for Miranda either. The question was, who would come out on top?
"And this young thing must be what? Goodman's sister?" Miranda cooed at Michelle with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. Michelle let a slow smirk spread across her face.
"It's unusual to see someone as young as you eating a healthy food like chicken," Miranda said in an approving maternal manner.
"Well, I guess when I'm your age that's all I'll be able to eat so I should get used to it. I mean at your age your metabolism is negligible," Michelle said, picking up her hot sauce.
Techie nudged Maggs and smirked. Legates tilted his head so he'd be looking up at Miranda and he had a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"And exactly how old do you think I am?" Miranda huffed out in a squawk that made Legates wince.
"Oh shit," Perkins muttered, seeing the incoming mud slinging.
"Fiftyish were I to guess," Michelle said, squinting up at Miranda as if she were assessing her age.
Legates choked on the sip of soda he'd just taken, knowing how defensive Miranda was about her almost fiftyish age. Michelle had no idea that she was right on target and Miranda was going to have a fit. Techie snickered lightly having heard Miranda lie so many times about her age. Miranda's back stiffened and her eyes glazed in rage.
"Well, I am at least an adult. What crib did these guys find you in? And you probably eat junk food and allow them to eat it as well. Like that horrible cheesecake Michael likes," she sniffed haughtily.
"First of all, I'm drinking beer in a public establishment. They obviously carded me which means that I am over the age of 21. Second of all, they found me at a crime scene on Fort Myers not in a crib. Third, that insult was rambling and pretty much made no sense. And last of all, I encourage him to eat cheesecake," Michelle purred the last sentence, smirking at Legates. He saw a golden highlight tint her eyes and he chuckled, shaking his head.
"Since you call him Michael I assume you met his parents," Michelle said pleasantly.
Miranda pulled her head back and her face scrunched in confusion at the younger woman's change of voice and topic. Oh shit, Legates thought. He wanted to say something but this was just too much fun. He saw the furtive glances around the table and smirked.
He knew his friends had intensely disliked Miranda. At the time, he hadn't understood why. After having met and been with Michelle, he could clearly see the issue they had with Miranda. She was overbearing, pushy, and thought she had him whipped. Which she sort of had, sort of.
"No, I've never met his parents," Miranda said, putting her hand up to her throat.
"Hmm, I've only heard Sadie and John call him Michael," Michelle said, raising an eyebrow.
Miranda took a step back and glowered. Michelle met her eyes and the guys watched the battle for dominance. Miranda jerked her gaze over to Legates.
"Michael, I hope you'll give me a call while you're in town. I'd love to renew our acquaintance," Miranda said, stepping back.
"I don't think so, Miranda," Legates said, brushing her off.
Turning on her heel, Miranda stalked away. Michelle watched the woman disappear. The men looked around at the decorations with large wide smirks plastered on their face.
"Consider yourself peed on," Techie said, laughing.
"Don't take this wrong because I'm not into golden showers but I don't think I've enjoyed being peed on more," Legates said with a laugh.
Michelle turned back to her meal and started to pick at it. She'd suddenly lost her appetite with the appearance of the woman. The throbbing in her back had gone from a slow steady pain to one thaZt was making her want to shift in her seat to remove the pain.
Legates' hand sneaked under the table and wrapped around hers. Giving it a light squeeze, he left his hand there and ate with his other hand. Her back pocket chimed out the Cruella De Ville song and Michelle pulled it out. The guys fell silent then started laughing. She scowled at them and touched the screen.
HIDE TOMORROW
The reminder was plastered across the screen in large red letters. Michelle sighed and on cue her stomach rolled. That would explain her back pain, she kept losing track of the date. She mumbled and turned off the alarm. Legates had seen the message then put his hand over his mouth and started laughing behind his hand. He had made the connection. He stifled his laughter when she turned an evil glare on him.
"Ruh roh," Techie rumbled in laughter, "Legates is in trouble."
Michelle ignored them and shot out several texts. Legates was trying to see what she was doing over her shoulder and she shrugged him away.
"Do you mind, nosy?" Michelle asked, hitting send on her last message.
"Not at all," Legates said, smirking.
Michelle paused and looked up at him with narrowed eyes. She had been in a good mood until that woman had shown up. Now her emotions had taken a foul downward spiral.
"Do you remember what Cam called me?" She snapped at him in a growl.
Legates rocked back a little in the seat and he felt himself becoming defensive. Damn, he didn't deserve her to be that angry at him. Then he remembered what she'd said about taking things personally. He nodded his head in acceptance and understanding. The waitress came by and asked about desserts. They all turned them down and she dropped the checks on the table. Legates stood up and tugged at Michelle's hand.
"We'll be out by the truck," he told Techie. Techie nodded and Legates led Michelle out to the truck. Unlocking the door, he opened hers and lifted her in.
"Okay, we're going back to your dorm. You're getting your stuff and you're staying with me," he told her firmly.
"Not safe. Guys are already scared of me," she mumbled, looking down at her hands. Legates chuffed out a laugh and put his hands on her thighs.
"Naah, they're not really scared of you. They were a little wigged but apparently someone, and no it wasn't me, had a little pow wow about that type of anger with them," Legates said, soothingly.
"You'll hate me in two days,"she promised.
"Nope," he shook his head. She sighed and leaned against the back of the seat. She scrunched her face at him then let out a resigned grunt.
"Fine, but consider yourself warned. I am a huge freaking mess. Even with the shot," she said, picking at her jeans.
"I do have a test in the morning after accountability but I'll be back right after that," he told her. She shrugged and laid her head on the back of the seat then pouted.
"I was doing okay until that woman showed up," she told him.
"Um, okay," he said not understanding.
"Sometimes, I can manage to be reasonable in the first few days if I'm not overly irritated. It kind of sets the tone. But she pissed me off and now I'm cranky," she sighed.
"It's alright, Baby. It took me meeting you to realize that Miranda was a bitch," he said, rubbing his hand down her thigh.
She let out a sigh and shot him a petulant look. The guys started coming out the door and Michelle felt the truck dip as Techie, Maggs and Martinez climbed in. Legates leaned over kissed her. She grunted, swung her legs over into the truck and he closed the door.
He walked in front of the truck, swinging his keys around his index finger. After climbing in on his side he started the truck and backed out. Michelle grumbled under her breath about big people not having to use the screen. Legates chuckled and pulled out onto the road.
"Hey, dumbass, the dorms are back that way," Maggs said, gesturing in the opposite direction.
Michelle propped her head on her hand and her elbow on the edge of the window. She narrowed her eyes, pursed her lips and shifted in the seat as she got a twinge in her back. She should have realized with the swings in her emotions. Seriously who would get all upset over someone they didn't know not liking them. She sighed and rubbed her temples. She felt a headache coming on at the thought of Legates seeing her like this. She really hated it but at the same time it might be kind of nice to have someone who will be sympathetic.
"So we're taking a lovely drive of Washington, D.C?" Maggs said, watching the scenery roll by.
"Looks like we're going to a set of dorms but not ours," Techie said.
"Yes, we're going to my dorms so I can pick some stuff up. So shut up and watch the pretty girls walk by," Michelle grumbled.
Techie raised an eyebrow at Legates in the rearview mirror. Legates just shook his head in a negative manner and continued driving. A few minutes later, they stopped in front of her dorm. Michelle opened the door and jumped out. Legates saw her wallet on the door. Rolling her window down, he leaned over towards the window.
"Michelle," he yelled.
Michelle paused on the sidewalk and slumped a little. She was expecting him to say just go ahead and stay here. She was a little confused. She didn't want him to see her like this but at the same time she'd rather be with him over the next few days than alone. Turning around, she walked back to the truck.
"Baby, you forgot your wallet," Legates said, pointing down at the seat. She opened the door and picked up her wallet.
"Five minutes or I'm coming up after you," he told her. She nodded then closed the truck door and started back towards the dorm. Legates rolled down his window and stuck his arm out, making himself comfortable.
"She looks like someone kicked her dog," Martinez noted.
"Mmhmm," Legates said, having a sneaking suspicion.
"Good Lord, do you see all these hot girls? Whoooaaa, except that cow," Maggs muttered. Legates pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh.
"Nice truck," a female voice purred from below Legates door. He glanced down and chuckled. He hit the button and Martinez's window rolled down.
"Green Bean!" Rachel called out, stepping up on the runner.
Martinez shook his head at the laughter that came from beside him. Legates jumped when his phone rang. Picking it up, he answered it.
"Hello?"
"Legates, have you seen my daughter?" Cam asked in a frustrated almost panicked tone.
"Yeah, she should be up in her dorm getting stuff to stay with me," he said, glancing in the mirror at the sidewalk behind the truck.
"Oh, I don't think you're ready for this, Legates," Cam said, her voice laced with concern.
"Lord have mercy, both of you need to think a little better of me," Legates grumbled. Cam sighed on the other side of the phone and propped her temple on her hand.
"Fine, but just remember to not take it personally. I'm serious, Legates," Cam said.
"Got it," he said in a calm tone.
"Call her and tell her I left an extra shot in the medicine cabinet if she needs it," Cam said with another sigh.
"Will do," he said.
"Bye," Cam said, then hung the phone up.
Legates clicked it closed and picked Michelle's phone up from in the middle console. He flipped through her contacts and saw home one and home two. Laughing, he hit the button for home two. He waited as the phone rang.
"Hello," Michelle answered the phone in a sad voice.
"Sweetheart, Cam called and said she left extra meds in your medicine cabinet," Legates said softly.
"Okay," she said.
"You going to come down soon?" He asked, hoping she wouldn't hole up and not come down.
"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute," she said.
"Okay, see you in a few," he said.
"Yep," she said then hung up the phone.
Legates put her phone back into the console and glanced back to see the guys talking to Rachel. She leaned around and stuck her face in Legates' window.
"Hey, tall Army man," Rachel said, smirking at him.
"Hi, Rachel," Legates said, laughing.
"Rachel who are you talking-whooo hooo- hot guys in a big truck," a little blonde girl said, hopping up on the runner.
"Well, at least three of them are hot. That one is scary," the blonde girl said, pointing at Techie.
Legates looked at Techie and chuckled. Techie was sitting in the back on the passengers side with his arms crossed and a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"What's your name, big boy?" The blonde asked Legates, giving him a flirty smile.
"Taken," he replied.
Maggs paused for thirty seconds then burst into laughter. The passenger's side door opened and Michelle chunked her bag into the floor. She let out an irritated huff as she looked up into the seat. Grunting, she pulled herself up into the truck.
"Hey, Michelle, you know these guys? Is one of them the fabled, Jooosssshhhhhh," the blonde girl said, drawing Legates' first name out. Michelle pursed her lips and was about to say something when Rachel leaned in through Martinez's window.
"Hey, Michelle," Rachel said, smiling. Michelle shot her a look and Rachel frowned at her.
"You okay?" Rachel asked Michelle, her lips pursed.
"Yep," Michelle grunted.
"Uh huh, so I'll see you in what? Two days?" Rachel said, raising an eyebrow.
"Maybe," Michelle said noncommittally.
"Okay, let's go, Jenny," Rachel said, pulling the blonde down off the runner. Legates rolled the windows up then pulled out into the traffic.
"I told you. Girls like big things," Legates said, smirking at Martinez.
Michelle snorted and rolled her eyes. The ride back to the dorm was mostly quiet, Michelle worrying her lip with her teeth. Legates watched her as she chewed on whatever was bothering her.
Ten minutes later, Legates pulled the truck into a parking spot and waited as the guys unloaded and headed in. Legates turned to look at Michelle and shook his head. She sat with her arm on the window and was asleep.
"Baby," he said softly, reaching over and running his hand down her arm. She jumped and threw her arm out defensively.
"Hey, hey," he said quietly.
She took several deep breaths and glanced around. He opened his door, grabbed his phone and hers. Closing the door, he walked around the truck and opened her door. By the time he opened her door, she'd calmed down. He lifted her down and reached in to grab her bags.
"I got it," she muttered.
He let her grab her bags then closed the door and pushed the button on the fob to lock the doors. The lights flashed and the truck beeped as the truck locked. Michelle walked silently beside Legates as they headed into the building.
She walked past the lounge without saying anything and started climbing the steps. Legates followed her up the stairs and chewed on his own lip. He knew something was bothering her but he couldn't figure out what.
Before he realized it they were in his room and she was moving towards the bed. She was stripping as she walked and he admired the swing of her hips as she walked. Shaking his head, he followed behind her picking up the clothes she dropped. He found her sitting on the end of the bed wearing her boots, jeans and flowing tears. He shook his head again and knelt down on the floor.
"Come on, Baby," he said, unzipping her boots.
She sniffled and leaned over to unzip her other boot. Carefully avoiding the soles, he pulled her boots off. Leaning over her, he unzipped her jeans and pulled them down over her hips. He stood up, picked up her bag, and placed it on the bed.
Pulling it open, he dug around in the bag. Finding her pajamas, he chuckled at the worn out pair of pajamas pants and oversized shirt that was almost threadbare. He set them down on the bed and turned back to the bag.
He started pulling items out one by one and setting them on the bed. He saw her pull on her pajamas then scoot up near the head of the bed. He found a one inch binder and pulled it out. At the bottom, he found what looked like a pen and a bottle. He looked at the pen and frowned. Flipping the case of the pen open, he saw a preloaded syringe. The bottle in his hand was full of pills with the name Ketorolac on it.
"Sweetheart, this isn't what she gave you last time," he said tentatively.
"I know. Can't use Demerol a lot, it can be dangerous. She switches them out. That's Toradol," she mumbled.
"Okay," he said, walking to the night side table and putting the bottle and pen into the drawer.
He was putting her feminine products in the top drawer of his dresser when he heard her sniffle again. Walking to kitchenette, he opened the cabinet over the refrigerator and pulled out a roll of toilet paper. Grabbing one of the smaller trash cans that usually were next to the beds, he walked over to where she was laying on her side. He set the toilet paper down on the night side table and dropped the trash can.
"We don't have Kleenex but I'll pick some up tomorrow when I'm out," he said quietly.
She nodded and sniffed. After he finished putting her stuff away, he slid the bag under the bed then walked to the dresser. Stripping down, he pulled on his pajama pants and walked to the bed. He lifted the covers and slid into the bed with her. She scrunched into a ball and he didn't see the blush of embarrassment that slid across her face. He rolled on his side and pulled her into the curve of his body. Reaching over her, he turned on the lamp and his alarm then settled in to sleep.
He jerked awake as Michelle sprang from the bed and hauled ass to the bathroom. He glanced at the clock and his head dropped back with a sigh. He heard Michelle start to vomit and winced. Getting up out of bed, he walked to the bathroom. When he walked in, he saw her crouching down in a tight ball that screamed pain to him.
Rubbing the back of his head, he spun around and walked to the night side table. He pulled out the pen looking thing and glared at it. He opened it up and sighed. It was like some of the meds that were in the field emergency kits. He read the instructions printed on the lid.
Walking to the kitchen area, he opened one of the cabinets and pulled down a bottle of rubbing alcohol. Walking back to the bathroom, he set the bottle on the floor, opened the pen up, and removed the prepackaged needle.
Attaching it to the syringe, he held it in his left hand. Using his right hand, he unscrewed the cap to the alcohol then reached over and pulled off a piece of toilet paper. He folded it using his fingers then put it over the bottle and used that hand to dump some alcohol.
The liquid spilled over the toilet paper, his hand, and the floor. Using his pinkie, he pulled down her pajama pants. Holding the pants down with his pinkie, he used his thumb and index finger to swab a section of her butt cheek.
"Heads up, Baby," he said in a low tone.
He jabbed the needle into her butt cheek, pulled the plunger back checking for blood then pushed the plunger down. She yelped then hissed as the medication went into her muscle. He pulled the syringe out then stood up. Walking back to the bedroom, he got her toothbrush from a drawer that had pretty much become hers. It used to be his sock drawer but he moved them to the drawer with his underwear.
Shaking his head in amusement at his thoughts, he turned and took her the toothbrush and her toothpaste. A few rounds of dry heaving, gagging, and teeth brushing, Legates got Michelle out of the bathroom. Tucking her back under the covers, he tucked her hair behind her ear.
"You good for a bit?" He asked her with concern written all over his face.
"Mmmhmm, drugs will be working soon," she grunted, the pain becoming weaker but still there.
"Okay," he said then stood up.
He walked around the room and quietly gathered up his stuff for the day and laid it on the corner of the bed. Grabbing a towel, he walked into the bathroom, locked the other guys' door and got in the shower. He was washing his hair when he heard Techie come in the bathroom.
"Did you get sick this morning, schnookums?" Techie asked with a teasing concern in his voice.
"Nah, was Michelle. Pain finally got to her," Legates told him, stepping under the spray to rinse off.
"Awww, poor kid," Techie muttered.
"She's not a kid, but yeah," Legates mumbled, grabbing his body wash.
He heard the door close then he rinsed off, stepped out and grabbed his towel. Wrapping it around his waist, he unlocked the other door and quietly entered the bedroom. Techie slid past him carrying a towel and into the bathroom. As Legates dried off, he heard the shower start. He pulled on his underwear, pants, and a tee shirt before walking to the bathroom to shave.
"Is it always like that for her?" Techie asked, as Legates spread his shaving gel across his face.
"From what I understand it can be worse," Legates said, starting to shave.
"Jesus," Techie breathed out, shaking his head.
Legates quickly finished shaving and returned to the room. He pulled on his boots and over shirt. Walking to her side of the bed, he saw she was staring that wall with an embarrassed look on her face. Crouching down, he smiled at her.
"Hey, I'm leaving. I should be back in three hours or so," he told her softly.
"'Kay," she said, turning her head and burying it in the pillow.
"Well, talk about this embarrassment thing when I get back," he told her.
"You don't have to hurry back. You're going to get bored staying in here with me. I'm pretty much not going anywhere for the next two days," she muttered.
"We'll have to find something to do," he chuckled. She shot him a glare and he shook his head.
"Mind out of the gutter, Baby," he told her with a smile. He could hear Techie pulling on his boots. Leaning over, he kissed her then stood up.
"You ready, dew drop?" Legates asked, smiling when he heard Michelle snort.
"Yeah, let's go, hot pants," Techie replied with a smirk.
Legates headed to the door, keys in his hand.
"I left you some coffee, Michelle," Techie called out as they left.
She smiled just a little and sunk down into her drug induced haze.
A/N Tomorrow...barring interupted internet service there will be...girlie stuff, shopping, registry (Yenyen no drinking while reading first part of next chapter), THAT aisle, powerpuff girls, guilt, a coffee mug, Chocolate Therapy, Titanic, Pepto, a hormonal woman in a tee shirt and panties, decisions, and door slamming.
A/N2: Just to let you guys know there's some funky wiring in my building so I may either post on time, late or not at all depending on my internet connection which is spotty at best. But I'll do my best to get it up everyday.