A/N: I will be out and about all day tomorrow (Wednesday) so I am going to post the chapter now.

I looked around the apartment and sighed softly. Today just sucked. Breakfast was quiet, I don't know what Tank said to Lester and Bobby, but they choose not to join us this morning. I don't think I've ever had a more difficult meal. Our conversation this morning consisted of talking about pieces of furniture, deciding what was staying and what was going. The couch, bed and table are staying, but the coffee table and end tables are going with Tank. We're splitting the dishes evenly. This was a lot like getting a divorce, trust me I've done it. If you're adults about it, you sit down and decide who is keeping what. I did that with my ex, and deciding who got to keep the kitchen knives, and who kept the ugly vase someones great aunt gave us was not as hard as sitting with Tank and deciding that the blue towels could stay, but he'd really like to have the chocolate brown ones because they went well with his new décor. Before this morning I didn't know I had a masochistic side, but it reared its ugly head and volunteered me to do the packing today while Tank was at work.

I straightened my spine and squared my shoulders. You can do this Angie, just suck it up and get it done. I picked up a box and walked into the bedroom. Tank asked if he could keep a couple changes of clothes here in the apartment in case he needed to change. I thought it was a pretty decent idea, so I started in the closet. I left three uniforms on the hanger, but the others I took down and folded neatly before sticking them in the box. I moved through the bedroom and methodically cleaned out drawers, and took down photos from the wall. I wrapped the photos in a couple of T-shirts before putting them in a box.

I packed each room in the house making sure nothing was missed. I didn't want to have to do this again. There wasn't a lot to pack, but it still took me quite a while. I had asked Tank not to come down for lunch. I wasn't quite ready for that. I think I hurt his feelings, but until I had a little time to get used to this I needed some space.

I finished packing up the last box, and set it aside with a sigh. I needed to get out of the apartment. I grabbed my cigarettes and headed down to the garage. I had just gotten my cigarette lit when I heard footsteps thundering down the stairs. I just ignored it, I figured the guys were responding to some sort of alarm. I leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes taking a deep drag. I opened my eyes a few minutes later when I felt someone staring at me. Standing right in front of me looking mighty upset was none other than Tank himself.

"What are you doing down here?" He demanded.

I took another drag and let it out slowly. "Smoking."

"Alone?"

I looked around me as if to look for another person. "Looks that way."

"You shouldn't be by yourself Angie, it isn't safe."

I finished my first cigarette, and lit another one before putting out the first. I know I was chain smoking, but today… I didn't care. "You can't have it both ways Tank. Either I'm safe to be alone in a secure area or I'm not. I've put up with a lot to keep my ass safe and most of it I'm fine with. But You don't get to decide this for me. Not today. You can't tell me that you are moving out because I am ok to be on my own inside of Rangeman and then come down here all pissy because I am on my own inside of Rangeman."

I crushed out my cigarette and threw it in the coffee can. "While you think about it I am going upstairs."

"Angie, wait. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come down here and gotten onto you like that."

"I'm not dealing with this right now Tank. Just figure out what the solution is and let me know. Hell make up a duty roster and have someone come get me a couple times a day I don't care, I just can't deal right now so I am going to go upstairs before I say something that I will regret later ok?" I didn't wait for him to answer I just pushed past him and headed for the elevator.

As soon as I got back into the apartment I regretted the way I handled the situation. I knew I needed to apologize. I decided that I would when he came to pick up his stuff.

I curled up on the couch and stared at the boxes in the corner of Tank's things. I knew he had made the decision that was right for him, and try as I might I couldn't feel good about that. I don't know how long I sat like that, but it was long enough that my foot started to fall asleep from the akward way it was curled under my body. I stood up and made my way into the kitchen wincing with each step. I looked in the fridge, and through the cabinets trying to find something that looked halfway appetizing. Nothing caught my eye, so I opened the freezer and grabbed one of my emergency candy bars.

I sat at the table and ate the candy bar with out really tasting it. I swore to myself that I would not cry. I took a deep breath and started counting wrinkles in my T-shirt to distract me and hopefully keep the tears from falling.

The day passed with agonizing slowness. I could hear the ticking of the clock, and it seemed to take forever in between each tick. At about 5 I decided I needed to pull myself together. I went into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face before changing into my favorite jeans and a cute little shirt that dipped dangerously low. I slipped on a pair of low heeled boots and brushed out my hair. I took a look in the mirror. I made a mental note that my butt length hair needed to be cut again, but other than that I thought I looked pretty good. I might feel like crap, but there was no need to look like it too.

I went to the kitchen and dug around in the cabinet and pulled out the sandwich maker that I got custody of and decided to make some 5 cheese grilled cheese sandwiches. Tank walked in the door just as I was setting the plate of sandwiches on the table.

"Hey." I said.

He looked over at me standing near the table with my hands in my back pockets. "Hey. I didn't think you were cooking tonight."

"Yeah, I didn't think I was going to either, but I thought I should at least try to make it up to for the way I acted earlier today. I'm just adjusting to another new normal, and unfortunately I took it out on you, and I'm sorry."

He walked over to the table and lightly hugged my shoulders. "No need to apologize, I shouldn't have over reacted the way I did."

I just nodded and gestured for him to have a seat. "I'll grab the water." I said as I headed to the kitchen. I came back to the table with two bottles of water. As I got settled Tank separated out the sandwiches.

"I think I got everything today, you might want to double check though."

"No worries. I'm sure you got everything just fine."

We ate in silence, but it wasn't the same comfortable silence of just a few days ago, this was a silence loaded with unspoken tension. I finally cleared the table, and yet we had still not really spoken to each other.

"I talked with Bobby today, and if you're ok with it he'll take out your stitches tomorrow. Just call him and he'll come down. I left his extention on the fridge."

"Ok. Thanks for letting me know. I'll give him a call mid morning. Do you think Bobby and Lester will be joining us for breakfast tomorrow?"

Tank started piling the coffee table and the end tables on the rolling cart to be taken down stairs. "I don't know. I suppose they can if you're ok with it."

"Yeah, the more the merrier." I told him as I started moving a couple boxes closer to him so he could load them up. We worked quietly and it wasn't long before everything but one last box was loaded on the cart. I picked it up and we made our way down to Tank's truck. I tried to help him load the truck but he waved me off, so I just stood back and watched. He pushed the cart up against the wall near the elevator for Louis to put away later and then came back to stand by the truck with me.

"Did we get everything?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah. I guess I should let you get going. You still have to unload when you get home."

"Let me walk you back upstairs."

I shook my head and gave him a smile. "I think I can manage, besides I'm going to have a smoke while I'm down here."

Tank nodded his agreement and pulled his keys out of his pocket. We said our good byes, and he climbed in his truck as I walked over to the tiny smokers corner of the garage. I lit my cigarette and leaned against the wall to watch his tail lights as he pulled out of the garage.

When I walked back into the apartment I was struck by how empty it looked. I closed the door behind me and leaned back against the door just taking a moment to pull myself together. I wandered through the apartment and finally ended up in the bedroom. I just stared at the bed that Tank and I had shared and decided I was not going to sleep there tonight. I ripped the comforter off the bed and grabbed a pillow and made my way out to the couch I flopped down and tried to get comfortable, but I just couldn't get this stupid song out of my head. As if my life wasn't bad enough I was now living a country song.

"There were no angry words at all, as we carried boxes down the hall. One by one we put them in your car. Nothing much for us to say, one last goodbye and you drove away. I watched your tail lights as they faded in the dark. I couldn't face the night in that lonely bed so I laid down on the couch instead. Last night I prayed the Lord my soul to keep then I cried myself to sleep so sure my life wouldn't go on with out you. Lord the sun is blinding me as it wakes me from the dark. I guess the world didn't stop for my broken heart."

I forced myself to lay down and I closed my eyes doing my best to ignore the music in my head, praying morning would come soon.