A/N: As always thanks to everyone who favorited/followed/reviewed the last chapter, it means a lot to me. I'm so sorry for the long wait it was a hectic week, I had wanted to update sooner but it just wasn't possible. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

Working

"Sookie stop staring at your boyfriend." He was currently pretending to browse through the local newspaper, after last night he was determined to settle down in this town, even if that meant buying a house. Sookie and her friends were watching him from what he assumed was the bar, they were trying to be subtle and since his back was facing them as long as he kept his head down he was sure they would think they were succeeding.

"He's not my boyfriend." Say what you want darling, I know the truth. It seemed so did her friends.

"Sure hooker whatever you say."

"He's not." Even though she attempted to sound forceful he could hear the hesitation.

"Well then why is he sitting in a booth looking for a house?"

"Because he needs one."

"I bet he's getting a yellow one with blue trim." Interesting. If he was honest for himself the house was for Sookie, he would have been fine living out of the hotel room until the town started speculating. Whatever Sookie wanted is what he would get since his hope was that in the near future she would see it as her house too.

"Tara." There's a warning in her voice.

"Just saying, wouldn't that just be your dream come true?"

"I already have a house, I live with my Gran."

"Guys can you at least pretend to work." Sam's gruff voice carried over.

"Sorry Sam." He heard Sookie apologize before scuttling over to the table closest to him.

"Hmph I'm not on your payroll." He could see Sookie's smile widen as her friend sassed back to her boss.

"You're a distraction." When Sookie suggested he eat there for lunch he had worried he would be bored, after all searching through the newspaper would take him a few minutes but it hadn't been all that bad, after all he got to see how she worked.

For the most part her job seemed to give her some satisfaction, he could tell she enjoyed being active and interacting with others even if the citizens of Bon Temps weren't always the most polite. He didn't like the fact that she had to work, or that she was constantly running back in forth, but he did enjoy the pride she took in it. He had seen many of the towns people and realized that Sookie's work ethic wasn't the norm. Her insistence of being able to support herself was admirable.

"Find anything you like?" Her sweet tone saturated his ears and for once it was directed to him. He had been a bit despondent when the bar had begun it's busy hour which Sookie had called the "after work rush", her sweet smiles directed at him and short stops to see how he was had ended. She was sliding into the other side of the both with a plate of pie and ice cream and a cup of coffee.

"I don't know renters are a little odd here." He holds up a newspaper he had circled, in big bold letters the words "Only Christans" had been chosen as the title for the ad.

"Oh that's just Mrs. Jackson she owns a couple of houses, but don't bother unless you're a single woman she won't rent to you." She began to eat her pie with vigor.

"Yes well I didn't see any of her listings as particularly promising anyways, I do have a new idea." Actually it had been the only real idea he had since starting the house hunting business, after all leaving a paper trail wasn't ideal, and he figured a one time transaction of buying a lot would seem less suspicious than a monthly occurrence. He had heard of a wolf pack construction company in Shreveport that were known for these type of dealings.

"Oh what is it?" To build us your dream house.

"What if I build a house?"

"Build one?"

"Yeah that way I don't have to deal with a renter or anything plus I could have a house that's specific to me." He hoped she liked the idea and didn't seem too put off by it.

"Well that would be nice but isn't that going to be time consuming? I mean Jason sometime helps out the construction crew and they work on a house for more than a year."

"Well I would contract out of town." She gave him a queer look but didn't ask more about that.

"So what's the first step in doing this?" Her eyes got wide and he was glad she seemed excited about it. He hoped she would help him and that ultimately the house would feel like their home.

"Well I would buy a property then figure out what I wanted, draw out a blue print."

"Buy a property? Sam's owns a bunch of places I bet you he knows who you should talk to."

"Actually I already found that out, there's a Charlie Wilson owns a lot of places near town."

"Well aren't you Mr. Proactive." She ate the last bit of her ice cream before pushing her plate away.

"Is that your lunch?"

"Hmm… yep." She took a sip of her coffee, it was strong.

"I thought you were working eight hours today." He knew that humans needed more nutrients than he did especially when they were very active like Sookie.

"Ten actually Arlene called and said she had to take Cobyto urgent care, said she'll come as soon as possible but I promised to help out for the first two hours of her shift."

"Sookie, maybe you should eat some more." He wondered what it would take to get her to eat a cheeseburger. He found it odd that was all her lunch consisted of since whenever they were at her grandmother's she would serve herself seconds.

"Don't worry, Gran made a big breakfast this morning." She smiled at him but he couldn't return it.

"I'd feel better if you ate a proper lunch." Especially something with more calories than that black coffee.

"I appreciate your concern but honestly I'll be fine." She waved off his concern which irritated him a bit. But he couldn't just let it go, what if she got sick? He had heard of humans especially females who would intentionally starve themselves, he had seen the health complications that occurred.

"Sookie…" Are you ill? Why won't you eat more? Before he could voice his concerns she's getting up and ready to leave him.

"Look the early dinner rush is about to begin so I need to go but you should go talk to Charlie Wilson, if your serious about this building a house stuff, you should start ASAP." She gets out of the booth and though he follows suit in order to convince her to eat some proper food, she's spinning around to face him. "Don't worry so much." She pecks his cheek and she's off. He decides it wouldn't do to make a scene here but he promises himself the conversation isn't over. He does take her advice and head over to find Charlie Wilson.

The trailer isn't anything what he envisioned an office to be like but out here he expects this wasn't so abnormal. It's located just behind the police department though it's on it's own lot. He's starting to head up the stairs when the door opens and a young women comes staggering out attempting to juggle her bag while slipping on her shoes and shutting the door. What is it with the human race? Always trying to multitask even when they really can't.

He waits for a moment until she turns around.

"Oh my God!" She screeches when she spots him.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to frighten you."

"It's okay this damn heel just wouldn't fit." She seems to remind herself and starts smoothing down her skirt and adjusting her fiery hair. "Can I help you?"

"I'm looking for a Charlie Wilson, this is the address he posted on his ad."

"Oh yes it is." He gives her a questioning look, is this his secretary or something.

"Can I see him."

"Oh sorry, it's me I mean I'm Charlie Wilson." She holds out her hand for a handshake which he takes.

"I'm Ben Flynn I was hoping to discuss buying one of you're properties."

"Great, come in then do you have a specific one in mind?" She opens the door once more and leads him inside, past a waiting room and into a small office. She opens a file cabinet and starts looking for something.

"No not yet, you have five right?" The ad had given the address of all the properties on sale but none had stood out to him.

"Yes there's five on sale and there's six more that can be leased." Finally she faces him with a stack of papers.

"Here are the list of the properties and some pictures of them. If you want a tour of any of them we can set up an appointment. I would recommend it to get a first hand feel." Then Sookie can pick the best one.

"I think that would be a good idea." He smiles at her and he can hear her heart speed up. She bites her lip, how unethical would it be to drink from her? For the most part his feedings have been limited to mostly Monroe since the sheriff was in Shreveport he rather not eat too close to the area. Charlie smells good, about as good as any human with most of her scent masked by some dreadful perfume. Still she looks healthy and he can tell her hair color is natural so at least the chemicals wouldn't bother him. But Sookie is going to meet her. The thought seals it, he definitely can't drink from this woman. His food source haven't come up, she hasn't asked if he feeds and if he does from who but he's sure it's a conversation that is approaching. Either way he's not sure what she'll make of it but her actually meeting one of his blood bags doesn't sound like it would go well so he would rather avoid. "Well thanks for your time Ms. Wilson."

"Call me Charlie." She was a forward woman and though he knew most human men found that alluring he really didn't.

"Right well I should be off." He walks out of the trailer and seeing the sun beginning to dip he starts heading back to his hotel room, papers in hand. Only three more hours until Sookie is off.

A/N: I know it's short but it was needed to set up what's coming up next. Please review and tell me what you think! Also I usually like to thank everyone who reviewed individually through a PM and I didn't do that for everyone for the last chapter, mostly because I'm not sure if you guys find it annoying or don't so I would like some feedback on that as well.