A/N: So this is the part i wrote and wasn't sure how to place it in the next chapter, so I just placed it as a stand alone short chapter. I'll probably just put the next one up a lot sooner to balance it out. :p

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Chapter Four: Dinner's At Seven

Richard raced home and pulled into the driveway slowly. He looked around to see if anything looked out of place or unusual. There was nothing, so far anyways. He pulled into the garage and watched as the doors closed. Everything was going according to the norm. He slid his wedding ring on and walked into the house. He closed the door quietly behind him and looked around to see if there was anything he was missing. Removing his overcoat, he waited to hear a knife on the cutting board, or pots boiling water, but there was no sound at all. He stopped and listened but heard nothing and no one. He quickly rounded the corner to meet Rachel standing there with two martinis in her hands and a smile spread across her face.

"Perfect timing." she held out a glass to him.

"As always." he took it from her, and noted her attire. Her hair was pulled into a sock bun and she wore a long royal blue dress with a long slit on each side stopping just at her thighs. "This is a nice surprise."

"I hope so." she batted her eyelashes and as he stepped behind her, she turned to face him, then walked past him. "You're home early."

"I missed you." he said simply. And she stopped at the door frame.

"I missed you too." she smirked at the pun she made, then turned her head back towards him. "Shall we?"

"Yes." he followed her, and before turning the corner to the dining room, he noticed a bottle of Drano Gel sitting on the counter. He looked to his drink and thanked God he hadn't taken a sip. He tossed it out in a nearby plant when she wasn't looking, but held onto the olives to make it seem as though he had just chugged it.

When he got to the dining room, she was standing behind his usual chair, only, "I thought you only broke these out for special occasions." The table was set with her favorite chairs, plates and silverware.

She smiled, "This is a special occasion." he looked to her warily, and she motioned with her head for him to take a seat.

"Alright." he sat down and set his martini glass to the side. She looked at it smirking on the inside, and picked up the olive.

She plucked it in her mouth and said, "Mmmmm." Her plan worked. She could tell he was already paranoid. He knew as much as she did and it was just a matter of time before the explosives would hit. She left to grab the main course.

Richard took the opportunity to hide his dinner knife in the jacket pocket just as she returned with the pot roast. "Wow. Pot roast, my favorite." So he lied to her about liking the pot roast. In all honestly it was the lesser of all the rest of the evil meals she prepared, so he called it his favorite.

"Mmmhmm." she nodded and raised the very large carving knife to cut him a slice. His eyes went wide momentarily.

"Honey! Oh, let me." she looked at him strangely, "You've been on your feet all day."

She cleared her throat and moved to the other side of the table. "Thank you." Then pulled a large bread knife from the side pocket of her apron and began slicing the bread. He looked at her and swallowed hard. When she was done, she grabbed the bowl of green beans while he sat down. As she walked over, she asked, "Green beans?"

"No thanks." he said quickly.

"You'll have some." she shared a spoonful onto his plate despite his decline.

"How was work?" he asked moving his food around with his fork.

"Actually, not great. We had a problem with commission. A double booking with another firm." she set the bowl down and walked to the side.

"I hope it all works out." he said knowing very well what she was talking about.

"Oh it hasn't yet." she ripped off her apron and sucked a little bit of sauce off of her thumb before sitting down across from her husband. "But it will."

"Huh." he blinked a few times before looking back to his dinner. "Sweetheart could you pass the sal-?" he stopped when he looked down with it right in front of him. Waiting. He chuckled wryly. She smiled as he sprinkled salt all over his pot roast. He cut a piece and began to chew it. She watched him eat the beef and took a bite of her own.

"Yum." she said.

He nodded and looked over at the mirror in the dining room where something caught his eye. A box of rat poison sat on the counter opened. He looked to the salt, stopped chewing and pulled on his collar uncomfortably. "Did you try something new?"

"Mmmhmm." she nodded. He pretended to swallow and subtly spit his food out into a napkin acting as though he was simply wiping his mouth. He stood and picked up the nearby bottle of wine and took Rachel's glass. "So how was Atlanta?"

"We didn't do too well ourselves. Some figures didn't add up." he looked at her strangely but she stared ahead not noticing.

"Big deal?"

"Life or death." he stated "Wine?" he asked.

"Sure." he poured some out and handed it to her. She took it and placed to the far side of her. He watched her do this and in a split second, purposely dropped the wine. She reached her hand out without even having to look, and caught it before it hit the ground.

'Stupid, Rachel.' she scolded herself. It was her first instinct. A stupid reflex. They made eye contact for a moment, and everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as she looked down with her eyes and dropped the bottle. Both their heads went down as it hit the ground.

"I got it."
"I'll get a towel."

They declared at the same time. And just like that Richard was off. He rushed into his study, removed his lighter jacket and grabbed a gun. He came back out and pointed, scanning the area for any sign of her. "Rach." he called out to her, "Rachel, honey." and just then he heard a car peeling out of their driveway. "Shhhii-" He ran out of the house and watched her car drive away.

"How could I be so stupid?" she whispered to herself, almost in tears because of her frustration. She blinked them away and drove like mad. She had no idea where to go. Karen's? Terra's?

He ran like a mad man, cutting across lawns, hopping over fences and keeping up with her most of the way. His gun was still in tow and the silencer secure. What he forgot was the safety. So when he crashed into a fence and his finger slipped, the bullet hit her windshield. She brought the car to a screeching halt. Once he realized what happened, he knew he was not only an assassin in trouble, but a husband in trouble. "Oh, dear God."

She stared at the bullet hole in pure rage. She gasped inwardly. 'He shot at me.' She revved the engine a couple times as he stepped out in front of the car with his hands up.

"Wait! No. No. No." he pleaded. "Honey. Accident." he put his hand on his chest as he emphasized, "Ac-ci-dent." she drove at full speed towards him. "Rachel, stop the car!" But she didn't listen. As she drove, he hopped onto the hood of the car. He managed to remain on top despite her full-hearted efforts to shake him. "Rachel, we need to talk. Pull over. We don't wanna go to bed angry." she punched the roof of the inside of the car in anger and closed the sun roof cover to block him.

"Pull over!" she heard the muffled voice. Then the back window of the car was shattered. She pushed the engine as fast as she could before tucking and rolling out of the car leaving him inside of it, heading for a small cliff. "Now look!" he began and noticed what she had done. He went over the cliff and Rachel watched and heard him shout, "We need to talk." She stood up and glared at the hole the car left in the trees before trudging home.

A/N: Woooow lol. It's all out in the open now. haha let me know what you guys thought, and review and i'll respond :)

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~Poppie~