A/N: We made it to five reviews. Here is another chapter. Enjoy!

I said goodbye to the guys as they left to head upstairs to go to work. I really enjoyed spending time with them, but I was used to living alone. I needed at least a little time each day where there wasn't anyone else around. I ran my hand under the tap to test the temp of the water before I added soap. I sighed softly, it was refreshing to be up to my elbows in actual hot water rather than the figurative stuff for once. It didn't take long to finish up the dishes from breakfast this morning. Once I was done I was rather at a loss as to what to do. I looked around for a little while and tracked down a paper and a pen, I sat down at the table and began to make a list of groceries for the apartment. I didn't know how long it would take to put this plan of theirs in place, so I started another list of things to have brought from storage.

The day passed incredibly slow. I never realized how little there really was on TV. I must have run across about five different talk shows with absolutely stupid topics. I kept looking, and finally realized that Tank had digital cable. I settled on a country music station and looked around for something to do. There wasn't a whole lot in the apartment. Either Tank was a true minimalist, or most things had been moved over to his house. There were a few books on the shelves, and a number of DVD's resided in the entertainment center. I glanced at the clock and realized it was only 8:45. I settled in on the couch for a nap.

At little after noon, I heard the apartment door open. I sat up slowly and turned towards the door to see who was coming in. Tank walked through the door and looked at me on the couch.

"You don't have to get up in the morning when I do. You still need rest." he told me.

"Yeah I know, but I like it, and I'll get plenty of rest during the day."

He nodded and held out a couple of wrapped sandwiches and smiled. "I brought lunch. I didn't think we had a whole lot in the cupboards."

I pushed myself off the couch and shrugged. "No worries, I made a grocery list."

We both sat down at the table and he set a sandwich in front of me, and began unwrapping his. "You don't have to cook you know. Ella wouldn't mind making a little extra. She's already cooking for Steph and Ranger."

"It's ok. I don't mind, it gives me something to do." I shrugged again. I really didn't mind. I enjoyed cooking, and there was nothing I hated more than sitting around with nothing to do.

"I'll ask Ella what happened to all that stuff we bought at the craft store. It will give you a project or two to work on while you are recuperating."

"Yeah. I also thought a lot about it, and if someone doesn't mind going to storage, I could use a few things from there too." I said before taking a bite of lunch. This was really good. I might have to change my mind about letting Ella cook once in a while. If she could do this with a simple turkey sandwich, I wondered what she could do with a complete meal.

"Of course someone can run by storage. Angie, we want you to be as comfortable here as possible. Don't be afraid to ask us for something, most of the time we actually look forward to an excuse to get out of the office."

I laughed, but I could understand. I wasn't a huge fan of being cooped up inside all day myself. "I can understand that. I'm not a huge fan of being stuck inside all day either."

"I'm sorry Ang. I wish there was something we could do about that too."

"Don't worry Tank. Once I've got a few things to keep me busy I'll be fine. Too much longer with out something to do though, and I'm going to start ironing your socks and underwear." I said with a laugh.

Tank laughed and shook his head. "I don't think that will be necessary, but I do understand that level of boredom. I broke my leg the summer I was Twelve. We didn't have cable back then, and the only channels we got on our little TV was the all Spanish channel, the all Jesus channel and the all Jesus channel in Spanish."

"Oh man! That had to suck." I told him trying to keep the grin off my face.

"Oh it did, but as the summer went on I learned Spanish. Those Spanish soap operas are pretty steamy.' he told me laughing.

I just shook my head and laughed. "Yeah they can get pretty racy. When I was a teenager I moved to Florida and until our cable got turned on that was about all there was to watch for us too, unfortunately I never got fluent in Spanish, so I was always at least a little lost."

Tank smiled sympathetically. "yeah it can be tough to follow a native speaker when they really get going. I still have to focus most of the time when Ranger and Lester start arguing."

"I'm glad to know I'm not the only one. I understand just fine as long as you talk to me very slowly and deliberately. My most common phrase is Lo siento, no entiendo. Dime otra vez pero mas despacio por favor." (I'm Sorry I don't understand. Tell me again but much slower please.)

I couldn't help but smile when my admission got a deep full laugh from Tank. I'd never heard him laugh like that, and I had to admit I liked it… A lot.

Tank and I sat there and talked for quite a while, long after lunch was finished that was for sure. My heart skipped a beat when he reluctantly admitted that he needed to get back to work. He did promise to send someone to storage for the things on the list. I stood up and cleared the table while he left to go back to work.

The afternoon was much better than the morning. A couple hours after my lunch with Tank ended, there was a knock on the door. I answered it and found Zero on the other side of the door with a dolly full of boxes. I moved aside and invited him in. He began unloading the boxes in the corner of the living room.

"Thank you for bringing these up here for me. I really appreciate it. I needed something to keep me busy."

"No problem. Tank told me to tell you that if you need any thing else to call up to his office and he'd send someone for it."

"Thanks. You got time for a smoke before you have to be back to work?"

Zero glanced at his watch and looked un sure. "I guess if it's quick."

"Thanks. I could use one, but I don't want to go down there by myself."

Zero just nodded and held open the door for me, and gestured for me to walk ahead of him. I grabbed my smokes out of my back pack and headed out the door. It was a very silent trip down to the garage. I was very quickly learning that these guys didn't say much unless it is absolutely necessary. We walked over to the corner and I leaned against the wall as we silently smoked our cigarettes. The silence was slightly uncomfortable. It almost seemed as if people were wondering what exactly I was doing living in Tank's apartment. Zero kept watching me out of the corner of his eye as we smoked. Part of me wondered if I should say something, but then I decided that if Tank wanted people to know he would say something, besides it probably wasn't smart to go blabbing about who I was. We finished smoking and Zero once again gestured for me to walk ahead of him to the elevtor. He dropped me back off at the Apartment without another word spoken.

I looked at the pile of boxes in the corner, and made a face. It seemed that my clothes had multiplied while I wasn't looking. I couldn't believe how many boxes there were. I decided to ignore them for now, and went instead to one of my large plastic totes with craft supplies. I had to dig for a few minutes, but I did find the sock weight yarn and needles that I was looking for. I settled down on the couch and started knitting another pair of fuzzy socks. For the first time since all of this started I felt truly relaxed and comfortable. I missed being able to just zone out while keeping my hands busy.

At about a quarter after six Tank walked in the door with a pizza in his hands. I finished my row and adjusted my row counter before looking up.

"Hey, how was work today?" I asked as I set my work aside and stood up to take the pizza from him.

"Long." He said as he followed me to the kitchen.

I set the pizza on the counter and grabbed a couple of plates from the dish drainer and handed one to Tank. "You want to talk about it?"

He took the plate and served up a couple slices of pizza and turned around to trade me plates, once he had dished up his own dinner we went to sit down at the table.

"I'm just tired. One of the guys called in sick, so I had to take monitor duty until we could get someone to come in. I don't mind monitors, but it put me behind on the paperwork I wanted to get done today. Just the usual day at work."

"You know you don't have to entertain me in the evenings. You can stay at the office. I don't mind. Or you can bring paperwork home." I gestured to the pile of boxes in the corner. "I happen to have quite a few things to keep me busy."

Tank took in the boxes and raised an eyebrow. "Yeah I can see that. What all did you have brought over?"

"I had my clothes, and a couple boxes of craft items on the list, but based on the number of boxes marked clothes, who ever packed up must have thought all my fabric odds and ends were clothes too." I smiled a little as I said that. "Of course, some of my fabric odds and ends used to be clothes once upon a time."

"I see." he said with a look on his face that said he didn't see at all. I decided to take pity on him and explain.

"I save a lot of old clothes to use as rags, or to cut down and make something else out of."

"What can you make out of old clothes?" he wanted to know.

"I make lots of things. I make crocheted rugs, quilts, more clothes. For example, if you had a shirt that you didn't want to wear anymore, but I really liked the fabric, or the color or something I would take your shirt and cut it down to make a shirt my size. The fabric scraps would then go in my rag bag, or be used to make a patchwork quilt later."

Tank just nodded and continued to eat his pizza. I kind of felt for the poor guy. I did a lot of things normal people thought were strange.

"Can I ask why?" He said leaning forward a little as if he was genuinely interested in my answer.

I shrugged. "I guess I just figure why buy something when I can make it for less. I get a lot of fabric on clearance, and at the good will, so a lot of times it can be cheaper for me to just make what I want."

"I guess I can understand that. My mama is a lot like that, of course she had to be when we were younger. I've tried to help her out, but she doesn't want anything from me. I keep trying to get her to move up here with me, but she flat out refuses."

"I can understand that."

"Well maybe you can explain it to me. I don't understand why she keeps refusing. She isn't getting any younger."

I grinned as I pushed my plate away and leaned towards him. "Tank, parents are supposed to take care of their kids, not the other way around As long as she has a roof over her head, plenty of food to eat, and a little bit set aside for a rainy day she's fine. One day she'll move to be closer to you or one of your siblings, but not until she's ready."

"Well I wish she'd hurry it up already. I worry about her, especially during hurricane season."

"Just give her time. The only thing I've ever known to move a stubborn old woman is grandbabies." I said with a laugh.

Tank laughed as he stood up to clear the table. "Don't remind me. My mother tells me quite often about her desire for grandbabies."

I knew the feeling, my mom used to harass me about it too. "Just tell her the babies will come when the time is right."