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wheelsy_sheriff) wrote2009-02-01 01:56 am
wheelsy_sheriff) wrote2009-02-01 01:56 am
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[[thursday]]
[And if the daylight feels like it's a long way off]
Bill is sitting at the kitchen table with a bowl of Frosted Flakes, idly sifting through puzzle pieces. Only a small part of the puzzle is on the tabletop in front of him and the pieces are in the open box beside his elbow, his bowl on the other side.
After waking up it'd taken him awhile to get his bearings, and he was surprised when he discovered he'd slept right on through the day and night.
Kate was asleep and he'd been extra careful not to wake her when he slipped out of bed.
The phone was on the floor beside the bed along with the notepad with the messages she'd taken and he'd brought both with him to the kitchen; they're sitting on the table now, being ignored.
He's scooping up another spoonful of flakes when someone knocks. Turning his head towards the front door he glances at the hallway leading to the bedroom and gets up.
The knock sounds again and he picks up his step, moving quicker to get the door before whoever is on the other side wakes up Kate. Pulling it open he's ready to run off a reporter and instead finds himself staring at a deputy.
"Rudy?"
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Tomorrow, she knows, will be worse than yesterday.
Lost in thought, she's surprised to hear "I will. Love you, too," and the quiet beep of the phone as Bill ends the call a few minutes later.
Her arms tighten around him briefly.
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Giving her a smile to let her know everything is all right he squeezes her fingers again and leans into her slightly.
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"I love you, you know."
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He reaches back to lightly cradle her cheek.
"I love you, too."
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"I'm going to bed," she says with a small half-smile, "and you can come, too, if you want.
"But," she adds, ignoring the heat still burning beneath her skin, "you don't have to. Dave's probably awake by now if you'd rather give him a call instead."
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He's ready to follow her but looks at the phone and thinks about his mom.
"Let me-- I'm gonna call Dave first. Won't take me but a few an' then I'll be in."
The last part is almost a question.
He wants to go with her now but realizes he needs to speak with Dave first in order to get word about last night's caller stopped before it gets to his mom.
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She leans close, pressing a kiss to his sleeve before padding into the bedroom. She shrugs out of her robe and slips off her pink plaid pajama pants before sliding into bed.
Down to her camisole and underwear, the sheets are cool against her skin; she shivers and burrows into the covers, relaxing against the mattress with a tired sigh.
She'll only close her eyes for a minute. Or five.
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The conversation with Dave takes longer than Bill had hoped but he's up to speed and so is Dave on all the situations going on.
Hanging up the phone he starts heading for the bedroom, stopping in the hallway and going back to check the locks on the doors.
Entering the bedroom he's smiling, mouth opening to speak, then closing when he sees her.
He hesitates, watching her, but it isn't hard to tell that she's asleep.
His smile softens, just the tiniest bit wistful, and he steps back out of the room.
Taking a chair in the kitchen again he pulls the phone and notepad with the messages close. Before he starts dialing some of the puzzle gets laid out again and he works on that as he returns phone calls.