Spoilers for 3x05: Oedipus Hex
“You could make that thing a foot bigger and I still wouldn’t get the clue,” Taylor mumbled to herself as she looked up from the folder she was leafing through. Sitting on the side opposite was Maddy, swinging her legs which kept disappearing through the cupboard doors. Next to her, Omen was wiggling the little plastic ghoul on her finger up and down.
Taylor sighed and returned her attention to the folder. Danny and Lindsay had disappeared to do some experiment which involved hitting foam with shoes, and thanks to the slap, Danny was not letting Taylor near the lab. Which might, Taylor hoped, get the two of them talking to each other.
The folder was proving to be useless. Taylor had decided to take the clue as a metaphorical ghost, rather than a literal one, and see if there was something in the girl’s history that she was supposed to find – that it was a ghost in her past, maybe?
“I give up,” Taylor muttered a while later, throwing the folder onto the coffee table in frustration. “I am too tired to see the words on the page anymore.”
The two ghosts had long since disappeared, so Taylor headed out to the garage. She was putting her key in the lock when she stopped, the hairs on the back of her neck prickling as she experienced the strongest feeling of someone watching her. Leaving the keys hanging, she turned around and scanned the garage, but it was empty. She unlocked the car and then gave the area one last look over before she got in and turned the key in the ignition.
A while later she flopped down on her sofa and began flicking through her mail. It looked like there was a letter from her brother – at least he was keeping his word and a handful of bills. Throwing them down on the coffee table, she leant back, and within minutes was fast asleep.
When she awoke again, it was still dark, but the feeling of being watched was back. “We have got to sort out some form of boundary or working hours,” Taylor complained as she swung her feet around and onto the floor, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
“It doesn’t work like that,” Maddy shrugged at her.
“No, it wouldn’t, would it?” Taylor growled as the TV turned itself on. Taylor looked from the TV to the ghosts standing next to it before reaching for the remote and flicking it off.
Omen stared mournfully at her. “Get him, and tell her that I loved her,” she told her as she wiggled the white thing around.
“You know, that didn’t make any sense before I had some sleep,” Taylor muttered as the TV turned itself back on. Taylor glanced down at the remote in her hand and frowned. “Please tell me this thing is not about to die on me.” She hit the power button again.
“Get him and tell her that I loved her,” Omen wiggled the ghost again as the television came back on for the third time.
Taylor stared sharply at the ghost. “So now watching television is going to make that make sense?”
“Get him and tell her that I loved her.”
Taylor let out an exasperated sigh before turning her attention to the program. “Buffy the Vampire Slayer?” She turned back to Omen, “That’s really not helpi…” she trailed off. “Oh! Grrrr, Argh.”
Omen smiled, wiggled the monster once more, and disappeared.
Taylor stared at the television a while longer, watching Buffy slay a vampire, and then turned it back off. “No rest for the wicked, then,” she muttered to the empty room.
She pulled back into the crime lab’s parking lot a short time later, trying to battle the waves of yawns as she walked into the building. She yawned widely as she stepped off the elevator, walking straight into someone.
“Taylor?”
“Hi Don,” she said, before yawning again.
“You are aware it’s nearly five in the morning, aren’t you?” he asked her, an amused smile on his face.
“Oh, trust me when I say, I am very aware,” Taylor told him rolling her eyes before yawning again. “Very aware.”
Flack gave her a reassuring smile and patted her shoulder. “You want me to pass on a message so that you can get back to bed?”
Taylor nodded miserably. “Yes, but I can’t.”
“You going to be in the lab?”
“I’m going to be wherever Danny and Lindsay are,” she shrugged. “Actually, I’ll be wherever Omen tells me to be.”
“Was that supposed to sound as worrying as it was? Flack asked her with a frown.
Taylor paused and thought about what she had said. “Oh, no, Omen is the ghost’s name. Actually, it was her SuicideGirl stage name.”
“SuicideGirl?” Flack repeated. “Do I want to know?”
Taylor smiled. “Long story.”
“How about we save it for breakfast?” Flack suggested.
“Only if you’re making,” Taylor told him with a smile.
“No, but I’ll pay,” Flack grinned at her. He gave her a kiss, “I’ll see you later.” He headed into the elevator. “Oh, and Danny is interviewing someone,” he called over his shoulder.
“And Lindsay?”
“Ditto,” Flack managed before the door closed on him.
“You were so worth getting out of bed for,” Taylor smiled at herself as the yawning took over again. She turned and headed to the interview rooms. Both were occupied so she entered the viewing room of the one closest. Inside, Danny was just sitting down opposite a young man.
“Y-Monster? That’s your name? What’s with all the nicknames these days?” Danny muttered more to himself than the suspect.
Inside the viewing room, Taylor punched the air. “Yes!”
Back in the interview room, Danny picked up a folder and swiped at Y-Monster’s feet which were resting on the table. “Do me a favour Y-Monster, take your boots off my desk.” With a glare, Y-Monster did as he said. “There you go, now talk to me. What’s your beef with Alice over there?”
“My beef? More like her beef. She’s just jealous ‘cause I hooked up with her girl a couple of nights ago. We were both drunk, she was having girl problems. Guess she broke up with her girlfriend, Al. Omen and I got to talking and I became her tattoo artist. I did her chest piece for her as a favour. Help her win her girl back.”
“What happened to your jeans?” Taylor stepped to the right so she could see the guy from around the table – she hadn’t noticed the rip. But then again, she wasn’t the CSI, and the guy looked like the sort who would wear ripped trousers anyway. Danny continued, “They’re ripped, and what’s that? A burn mark?”
Y-Monster shrugged. “Yeah, I burnt my jeans on the tail pipe of my Harley Sportser. Didn’t burn my leg though.”
Taylor didn’t care. She stepped outside the viewing room to wait for Danny to come out. She was there for a grand total of seven seconds before Maddy and Omen appeared. “I got the clue,” Taylor quickly told them. “And I’m not going anywhere until Danny comes back out.”
“Get him and tell her that I loved her.”
Taylor frowned, “Danny already took your mother on. I’m not about to do that – I get enough abuse from the dead.”
“Get him and tell her that I loved her,” Omen repeated.
“You’re really going to make me do this, aren’t you?” Taylor sighed. “Well how about you give me her number, and I’ll call her?”
Omen shook her head. “Tell her that I loved her,” she told her and for the first time, pointed to the second interview room.
“I already know what you’re mother looks like, Taylor muttered as she moved into the second interview room. Only it wasn’t Mrs. Sanders. It was, well, Taylor wasn’t sure who she was. But she looked like could have been a SuicideGirl.
“You and Omen were lovers?” Lindsay was asking the girl.
The girl sighed. “At least I loved her.”
“Do you know the wording Omen had tattooed on her chest?”
The girl shrugged nonchalantly at the detective. “No. I knew she was getting her chest inked the night of the show, but, she said it was a surprise for me.”
“Well, I think I know what the surprise was.” Lindsay showed her a photograph of the repaired tattoo. ““Til death do us part, Omen and Al. You. Apparently she loved you too.”
“Tell her that I loved her.”
Taylor looked from the ghost of Omen to Al. “Huh? Lindsay’s just told her. You can’t possibly mean Lindsay, can you?”
“Tell her that I loved her,” Omen repeated, pointing at Al.
Taylor turned to Maddy, “I get that the Powers That Be like the cryptic, but seriously? Do you think there is any chance I could get something a little better than a broken record?” Maddy simply shrugged at her. “I may as well be talking to the wall, really. Hadn’t I?”
Maddy nodded. “You can rant and rave. But I can’t do anything. Sorry!”
Taylor yawned, preventing her from responding to the disappearing ghosts. “All I want to do is sleep,” she groaned to the empty room. She turned to face the two-way mirror, only to find the interview room empty. “Great,” she muttered. When she stepped out of the interview room, she discovered the corridor was just as empty. “Great,” she repeated.
At the end of the corridor, Omen reappeared and pointed to the elevator.
Taylor sighed (which quickly turned into a yawn) and ran for the elevator. She managed to stop it closing with her hand, and slid in. It was empty. “Again with the cryptic?” she yelled to the empty space. However, when she made to press the button, she found it had already been pressed. She rode the elevator all the way to the ground floor and stepped out. “Now where?” she muttered.
She looked around and just caught the opaque back of a head walking out of the main entrance. Taylor dashed after her, just catching the ghost disappear into the precinct next door. “Cryptic and games? It’s…” Taylor looked around at the street which was already beginning to fill up. “It’s light?” She rolled her eyes and headed into the police station.
Inside, Omen was pointing to a chair. “Tell her that-”
“That you loved her,” Taylor finished, taking a seat. “I got it the first time,” she added, glaring at her peroxide blonde friend.
Taylor sighed and returned her attention to the folder. Danny and Lindsay had disappeared to do some experiment which involved hitting foam with shoes, and thanks to the slap, Danny was not letting Taylor near the lab. Which might, Taylor hoped, get the two of them talking to each other.
The folder was proving to be useless. Taylor had decided to take the clue as a metaphorical ghost, rather than a literal one, and see if there was something in the girl’s history that she was supposed to find – that it was a ghost in her past, maybe?
“I give up,” Taylor muttered a while later, throwing the folder onto the coffee table in frustration. “I am too tired to see the words on the page anymore.”
The two ghosts had long since disappeared, so Taylor headed out to the garage. She was putting her key in the lock when she stopped, the hairs on the back of her neck prickling as she experienced the strongest feeling of someone watching her. Leaving the keys hanging, she turned around and scanned the garage, but it was empty. She unlocked the car and then gave the area one last look over before she got in and turned the key in the ignition.
A while later she flopped down on her sofa and began flicking through her mail. It looked like there was a letter from her brother – at least he was keeping his word and a handful of bills. Throwing them down on the coffee table, she leant back, and within minutes was fast asleep.
When she awoke again, it was still dark, but the feeling of being watched was back. “We have got to sort out some form of boundary or working hours,” Taylor complained as she swung her feet around and onto the floor, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
“It doesn’t work like that,” Maddy shrugged at her.
“No, it wouldn’t, would it?” Taylor growled as the TV turned itself on. Taylor looked from the TV to the ghosts standing next to it before reaching for the remote and flicking it off.
Omen stared mournfully at her. “Get him, and tell her that I loved her,” she told her as she wiggled the white thing around.
“You know, that didn’t make any sense before I had some sleep,” Taylor muttered as the TV turned itself back on. Taylor glanced down at the remote in her hand and frowned. “Please tell me this thing is not about to die on me.” She hit the power button again.
“Get him and tell her that I loved her,” Omen wiggled the ghost again as the television came back on for the third time.
Taylor stared sharply at the ghost. “So now watching television is going to make that make sense?”
“Get him and tell her that I loved her.”
Taylor let out an exasperated sigh before turning her attention to the program. “Buffy the Vampire Slayer?” She turned back to Omen, “That’s really not helpi…” she trailed off. “Oh! Grrrr, Argh.”
Omen smiled, wiggled the monster once more, and disappeared.
Taylor stared at the television a while longer, watching Buffy slay a vampire, and then turned it back off. “No rest for the wicked, then,” she muttered to the empty room.
She pulled back into the crime lab’s parking lot a short time later, trying to battle the waves of yawns as she walked into the building. She yawned widely as she stepped off the elevator, walking straight into someone.
“Taylor?”
“Hi Don,” she said, before yawning again.
“You are aware it’s nearly five in the morning, aren’t you?” he asked her, an amused smile on his face.
“Oh, trust me when I say, I am very aware,” Taylor told him rolling her eyes before yawning again. “Very aware.”
Flack gave her a reassuring smile and patted her shoulder. “You want me to pass on a message so that you can get back to bed?”
Taylor nodded miserably. “Yes, but I can’t.”
“You going to be in the lab?”
“I’m going to be wherever Danny and Lindsay are,” she shrugged. “Actually, I’ll be wherever Omen tells me to be.”
“Was that supposed to sound as worrying as it was? Flack asked her with a frown.
Taylor paused and thought about what she had said. “Oh, no, Omen is the ghost’s name. Actually, it was her SuicideGirl stage name.”
“SuicideGirl?” Flack repeated. “Do I want to know?”
Taylor smiled. “Long story.”
“How about we save it for breakfast?” Flack suggested.
“Only if you’re making,” Taylor told him with a smile.
“No, but I’ll pay,” Flack grinned at her. He gave her a kiss, “I’ll see you later.” He headed into the elevator. “Oh, and Danny is interviewing someone,” he called over his shoulder.
“And Lindsay?”
“Ditto,” Flack managed before the door closed on him.
“You were so worth getting out of bed for,” Taylor smiled at herself as the yawning took over again. She turned and headed to the interview rooms. Both were occupied so she entered the viewing room of the one closest. Inside, Danny was just sitting down opposite a young man.
“Y-Monster? That’s your name? What’s with all the nicknames these days?” Danny muttered more to himself than the suspect.
Inside the viewing room, Taylor punched the air. “Yes!”
Back in the interview room, Danny picked up a folder and swiped at Y-Monster’s feet which were resting on the table. “Do me a favour Y-Monster, take your boots off my desk.” With a glare, Y-Monster did as he said. “There you go, now talk to me. What’s your beef with Alice over there?”
“My beef? More like her beef. She’s just jealous ‘cause I hooked up with her girl a couple of nights ago. We were both drunk, she was having girl problems. Guess she broke up with her girlfriend, Al. Omen and I got to talking and I became her tattoo artist. I did her chest piece for her as a favour. Help her win her girl back.”
“What happened to your jeans?” Taylor stepped to the right so she could see the guy from around the table – she hadn’t noticed the rip. But then again, she wasn’t the CSI, and the guy looked like the sort who would wear ripped trousers anyway. Danny continued, “They’re ripped, and what’s that? A burn mark?”
Y-Monster shrugged. “Yeah, I burnt my jeans on the tail pipe of my Harley Sportser. Didn’t burn my leg though.”
Taylor didn’t care. She stepped outside the viewing room to wait for Danny to come out. She was there for a grand total of seven seconds before Maddy and Omen appeared. “I got the clue,” Taylor quickly told them. “And I’m not going anywhere until Danny comes back out.”
“Get him and tell her that I loved her.”
Taylor frowned, “Danny already took your mother on. I’m not about to do that – I get enough abuse from the dead.”
“Get him and tell her that I loved her,” Omen repeated.
“You’re really going to make me do this, aren’t you?” Taylor sighed. “Well how about you give me her number, and I’ll call her?”
Omen shook her head. “Tell her that I loved her,” she told her and for the first time, pointed to the second interview room.
“I already know what you’re mother looks like, Taylor muttered as she moved into the second interview room. Only it wasn’t Mrs. Sanders. It was, well, Taylor wasn’t sure who she was. But she looked like could have been a SuicideGirl.
“You and Omen were lovers?” Lindsay was asking the girl.
The girl sighed. “At least I loved her.”
“Do you know the wording Omen had tattooed on her chest?”
The girl shrugged nonchalantly at the detective. “No. I knew she was getting her chest inked the night of the show, but, she said it was a surprise for me.”
“Well, I think I know what the surprise was.” Lindsay showed her a photograph of the repaired tattoo. ““Til death do us part, Omen and Al. You. Apparently she loved you too.”
“Tell her that I loved her.”
Taylor looked from the ghost of Omen to Al. “Huh? Lindsay’s just told her. You can’t possibly mean Lindsay, can you?”
“Tell her that I loved her,” Omen repeated, pointing at Al.
Taylor turned to Maddy, “I get that the Powers That Be like the cryptic, but seriously? Do you think there is any chance I could get something a little better than a broken record?” Maddy simply shrugged at her. “I may as well be talking to the wall, really. Hadn’t I?”
Maddy nodded. “You can rant and rave. But I can’t do anything. Sorry!”
Taylor yawned, preventing her from responding to the disappearing ghosts. “All I want to do is sleep,” she groaned to the empty room. She turned to face the two-way mirror, only to find the interview room empty. “Great,” she muttered. When she stepped out of the interview room, she discovered the corridor was just as empty. “Great,” she repeated.
At the end of the corridor, Omen reappeared and pointed to the elevator.
Taylor sighed (which quickly turned into a yawn) and ran for the elevator. She managed to stop it closing with her hand, and slid in. It was empty. “Again with the cryptic?” she yelled to the empty space. However, when she made to press the button, she found it had already been pressed. She rode the elevator all the way to the ground floor and stepped out. “Now where?” she muttered.
She looked around and just caught the opaque back of a head walking out of the main entrance. Taylor dashed after her, just catching the ghost disappear into the precinct next door. “Cryptic and games? It’s…” Taylor looked around at the street which was already beginning to fill up. “It’s light?” She rolled her eyes and headed into the police station.
Inside, Omen was pointing to a chair. “Tell her that-”
“That you loved her,” Taylor finished, taking a seat. “I got it the first time,” she added, glaring at her peroxide blonde friend.
* * *
“Taylor?”
Taylor awoke with a start to find Flack crouched down in front of her. “Huh?”
“You know, you could have gone home – we could have had lunch instead.”
Taylor stared blearily into his blue eyes. “Huh?” she repeated.
“Breakfast,” Flack explained patiently.
“Oh,” Taylor rubbed her eyes. “No, I was waiting for- Has Al left?”
“Al? The sports guy?”
Finally, Taylor’s eyesight cleared, and she focused in on her boyfriend. “Where the hell did that bruise come from?” she asked, mouth dropping open in horror at the large, newly formed bruise on Flack’s cheek.
“Suspect tried to escape,” Flack shrugged.
“Don, you need to get some ice on that!”
“I’m fine, Tay.”
Taylor’s eyes widened. “You don’t look fine.”
“Taylor,” Flack said gently, “I really am. It’s just a bang and I’ve been hurt worse than this before. If you want to mother me, give me ten minutes and we can get out of here.”
Taylor stared straight into his earnest blue eyes and nodded. “Let me fine Al.”
Flack frowned. “Alright, what’s the importance of seeing him, here, in the precinct, at this time of night?”
“Al is a girl, Don. She’s who the ghost wants me to talk to.” Taylor looked over his shoulder and spotted the girl, nodding in her direction.
Flack turned. “Alright,” he turned back, “I’ll be back soon.” With a quick peck on the cheek, he disappeared back into the precinct.
Taylor took a deep breath and rose to her feet, walking over to the upset SuicideGirl, “Al?”
“Who wants to know?” Al asked, drinking the journalist in with a frown of suspicion.
“Um,” Taylor frowned, wondering how on earth she was going to explain this one.
“Is this important, because I’ve had a day from hell and I really want to crawl into my bed.”
Taylor half chuckled. “Trust me, the feeling’s mutual. However, I have to tell you something and I’m really not sure how to.”
“You open your mouth and let the words come out,” Al told her dryly.
Taylor narrowed her eyes, “Fine. Omen came to see me. Wanted me to tell you that she loved you. Always did, always will.”
Al’s eyes began sparkling, “How did you know Omen?”
“I, uh,” Taylor scratched the back of her neck. “Well, she kind of found me.” Al nodded, though clearly didn’t understand properly. “Look, the important thing is that you know how much she cared for you. She wanted you to know that.”
Al nodded, the tears streaming down her face.
“Al!”
The two women turned and discovered an eclectic bunch of women waiting by the door. “I should go,” Al whispered. She took a couple of steps then stopped and turned. “Thank you for telling me that.”
Taylor forced a smile, “Any time.”
“Hey Drew!”
Taylor turned to the source of the shout behind her, eyebrows arched, “I’m sure we’ve had a conversation about the usage of ‘Drew’, Danny.”
“Yeah, probably,” he grinned. “I thought you went home hours ago?”
“I did. But being dead, ghosts don’t seem to sleep.” She was about to continue when she sensed someone behind her and stopped.
“Detective,” one of the girls who had been waiting for Al walked over.
“Nixon Suicide, right?” Danny smiled. “You know, you’re free.”
Nixon smiled back, “Never wasn’t. This your girlfriend?” Danny and Taylor exchanged a look which clearly read ‘not a chance’. “Cool, just didn’t want to step on anybody’s toes.”
“Huh?” Danny asked her.
“You wanna go out for a couple cocktails, maybe knock back a couple, see where the night takes us?”
“Wow, I gotta say, that’s pretty tempting, but I don’t think that’s such a good idea. Maybe next time.”
“Being with a SuicideGirl? You don’t know what you’re missing.” Nixon gave him another smile and turned and left, leaving the building with the other girls.
“Daniel Messer, have you been flirting with –”
“Not this time,” Danny sighed, staring at where the women had been standing.
“Messer, Taylor,” Flack walked over. “You two alright?”
Taylor leant back against him, allowing him to wrap his arms around her. “Yeah.”
“You find Al?”
“Mmmm hmmm,” Taylor affirmed as she closed her eyes. “Can we go now?”
“Where are the car keys?” Taylor only just managed to keep herself awake as she walked through the door to Flack’s apartment. “You want me to start breakfast?”
“Nope,” she yawned, “I just want the third bed I’ve slept in, in as many days, to have the one person in it with me.”
“I think that can be arranged.”
Taylor awoke with a start to find Flack crouched down in front of her. “Huh?”
“You know, you could have gone home – we could have had lunch instead.”
Taylor stared blearily into his blue eyes. “Huh?” she repeated.
“Breakfast,” Flack explained patiently.
“Oh,” Taylor rubbed her eyes. “No, I was waiting for- Has Al left?”
“Al? The sports guy?”
Finally, Taylor’s eyesight cleared, and she focused in on her boyfriend. “Where the hell did that bruise come from?” she asked, mouth dropping open in horror at the large, newly formed bruise on Flack’s cheek.
“Suspect tried to escape,” Flack shrugged.
“Don, you need to get some ice on that!”
“I’m fine, Tay.”
Taylor’s eyes widened. “You don’t look fine.”
“Taylor,” Flack said gently, “I really am. It’s just a bang and I’ve been hurt worse than this before. If you want to mother me, give me ten minutes and we can get out of here.”
Taylor stared straight into his earnest blue eyes and nodded. “Let me fine Al.”
Flack frowned. “Alright, what’s the importance of seeing him, here, in the precinct, at this time of night?”
“Al is a girl, Don. She’s who the ghost wants me to talk to.” Taylor looked over his shoulder and spotted the girl, nodding in her direction.
Flack turned. “Alright,” he turned back, “I’ll be back soon.” With a quick peck on the cheek, he disappeared back into the precinct.
Taylor took a deep breath and rose to her feet, walking over to the upset SuicideGirl, “Al?”
“Who wants to know?” Al asked, drinking the journalist in with a frown of suspicion.
“Um,” Taylor frowned, wondering how on earth she was going to explain this one.
“Is this important, because I’ve had a day from hell and I really want to crawl into my bed.”
Taylor half chuckled. “Trust me, the feeling’s mutual. However, I have to tell you something and I’m really not sure how to.”
“You open your mouth and let the words come out,” Al told her dryly.
Taylor narrowed her eyes, “Fine. Omen came to see me. Wanted me to tell you that she loved you. Always did, always will.”
Al’s eyes began sparkling, “How did you know Omen?”
“I, uh,” Taylor scratched the back of her neck. “Well, she kind of found me.” Al nodded, though clearly didn’t understand properly. “Look, the important thing is that you know how much she cared for you. She wanted you to know that.”
Al nodded, the tears streaming down her face.
“Al!”
The two women turned and discovered an eclectic bunch of women waiting by the door. “I should go,” Al whispered. She took a couple of steps then stopped and turned. “Thank you for telling me that.”
Taylor forced a smile, “Any time.”
“Hey Drew!”
Taylor turned to the source of the shout behind her, eyebrows arched, “I’m sure we’ve had a conversation about the usage of ‘Drew’, Danny.”
“Yeah, probably,” he grinned. “I thought you went home hours ago?”
“I did. But being dead, ghosts don’t seem to sleep.” She was about to continue when she sensed someone behind her and stopped.
“Detective,” one of the girls who had been waiting for Al walked over.
“Nixon Suicide, right?” Danny smiled. “You know, you’re free.”
Nixon smiled back, “Never wasn’t. This your girlfriend?” Danny and Taylor exchanged a look which clearly read ‘not a chance’. “Cool, just didn’t want to step on anybody’s toes.”
“Huh?” Danny asked her.
“You wanna go out for a couple cocktails, maybe knock back a couple, see where the night takes us?”
“Wow, I gotta say, that’s pretty tempting, but I don’t think that’s such a good idea. Maybe next time.”
“Being with a SuicideGirl? You don’t know what you’re missing.” Nixon gave him another smile and turned and left, leaving the building with the other girls.
“Daniel Messer, have you been flirting with –”
“Not this time,” Danny sighed, staring at where the women had been standing.
“Messer, Taylor,” Flack walked over. “You two alright?”
Taylor leant back against him, allowing him to wrap his arms around her. “Yeah.”
“You find Al?”
“Mmmm hmmm,” Taylor affirmed as she closed her eyes. “Can we go now?”
“Where are the car keys?” Taylor only just managed to keep herself awake as she walked through the door to Flack’s apartment. “You want me to start breakfast?”
“Nope,” she yawned, “I just want the third bed I’ve slept in, in as many days, to have the one person in it with me.”
“I think that can be arranged.”
Originally posted 19/08/2007