Chapter 2

The next morning, Will was the first one up as he walked downstairs and began fixing breakfast for him and Sarah. She could smell the aroma of scrambled eggs with cheese and pancakes cooking as she smiled and rose up from the pillow, swung her legs to the side of the bed, and stood up. Sarah walked out of her room, her shoulder-length dark brown hair a scrunched up mess. She was wearing pink boy shorts, along with a matching tank top. The stairs creaked as she went down them and into the kitchen. Will smiled as he looked over and saw her.

"Morning, sunshine. Sleep well?"

"Yeah. You?"

"I slept a little bit. Took me a while to get to sleep. Had a lot on my mind."

"Like what?"

He was fixing to tell her, but then shook his head.

"It's nothing. Ready for breakfast? It's almost done."

"Sure. Hey, can I ask you something since you're so well known in the whole FBI stuff?"

"Yeah, what is it?"

"Do you think they'll ever find the guy who killed Michael?"

This made Will stop doing what he was doing for a moment as he turned and looked at Sarah.

"What's made you ask that?"

"I just…I want the guy to get justice for what he's done."

"Don't worry, he will."

"How do you know that?"

"Because there are people out there hunting his ass down right now."

"Good."

This put a smile on Sarah's face as Will grabbed two plates and placed the food onto them, then put them down onto the table, one for him, and the other for her.

"Thanks."

"Welcome."

He smiled at her as he sat down beside her and scooped up some eggs onto his fork. Will was hoping that today would be the day that he would get a call about some murder that needed investigating. He was still going down to the office for a little bit, just to say that he went to work for the day. He was sure that Sarah would be fine on her own. He would leave a set of house keys for her just in case she decided to walk down to the coffee shop and hang out for a while. Will never kept his house unlocked, especially with all the lunatics around that could easily break in and steal something, or worse, kill someone he truly loved, like the many dogs he had that he called his family. He continued to eat his breakfast, looking up at Sarah every now and then. Once he finished, he stood up and took his plate to the sink and washed it up, turning towads her.

"I'm gonna go into the office today for a little while. If you want to go out anywhere, I'll leave you a set of keys to get into the house with. Make sure you don't go anywhere without locking the door."

"Got it. I hope you get a call to do some investigating today.", she said with a smile, hoping to lift up his spirits.

"Thanks, Sarah. I hope I do, too. Otherwise, it's going to be another boring day. Also, be careful out there. Don't want to get a call about your body lying somewhere all chocked up to pieces. That's the last thing I want to happen."

"I'll be fine, Will. Don't worry about me. I know how how to take care of myself for the last time."

She finished her breakfast and got up, walking over to the kitchen and cleaned up her plate, then headed upstairs and got dressed so that she wouldn't be lounging around in her pajamas all day. Never knew when any kind of company would show up. Sarah saw him come up the stairs and close the door to his room. She figured he was going to get a shower first, then change and go to the office. She got dressed and went back downstairs, plopping down on the couch in the living room, grabbed the remote and turned the TV on, flipping the channels until she found something good on. Moments later, Will came out of his room, freshly showered and dressed, his hair combed back, and his black thick-rimmed glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. He heard the TV playing in the living room as he rounded the corner and saw Sarah sitting on the couch.

"I'm gone now. Remember what I told you about the house, alright? If nothing's going on, I'll be back in a few hours."

"Okay."

"If the dogs get hungry, there's a bag of dog food in the cabinet under the sink in the kitchen. Make sure to give them equal amounts in their bowls."

"Under the sink? Aren't you afraid of a leak one day?"

"Nah, I don't worry about those. I check the pipes often.

"Oh. Well, good for you for keeping check on things. Lord knows I never would."

He chuckles a little bit as he says goodbye and turns the knob, walking out to his car. He got in, put the keys into the ignition and pulled out of the driveway. Sarah turned her attention back to the TV and continued watching.