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((Haha that's not what I was thinking, but that's brill! XD))

"In most cases its usually an evil stepmother isn't it? So she's...and odd case." Hamish frowned. "Oh gods..we can't leave them alone for a minute. I don't know what I was thinking!" He said when reminded of their crew's particular knack for getting in trouble.

So he said, but he continued to pull her closer. One final tug and she was in his lap. "Captured." Hamish said with a grin, wrapping his arms around her. "I wonder how much it'll cost to rebuild the station..." He said as though he had no intention of going anywhere.

"Wh-what the hell!" Keaton sputtered. "You're actually awake aren't you? Oy! What do you think you're doing!?" Getting no response, he tried to scoot over, but it was futile, because he was already on the edge of the bed. So then he just sort of sat there, his back ramrod straight, not knowing what to do.

Nick whistled to himself as he took his leave. Ah its always so much fun to pester her. He thought smiling to himself. She gets so sadistic! He chuckled, a swing in his step.

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((Hehehe, yay!))

"Well... we could always pretend we don't know what kinds of trouble they could get into and spend another half an hour in bed? We deserve not to have to deal with them this early in the day!" Chelle gave him a pleading smile.

"Heck to it, we'll give them our wages for the next decade to rebuild the station, just as long as we don't have to go in until later!" She wrapped her arms around him in return and kissing him softly. Just as their kiss finished, both their phones rang, making the kitten jump.

I'll get you, you cowardly custard! Shifting her head, Sanders slowly moved closer to Keaton's cheek. "K-Kea-eaton..." she breathed, deliberately relaxing into him.

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"We could just say that...we got caught up in a press meeting in which he had to staunch the tide of crazy reporters and escape to make it to the office after saying 'No comment' for the millionth time." Hamish suggested. "Though that lie might catch up to us eventually, when no news is released." He pondered, hugging her close.

"Sounds fine by me!~" Hamish declared, kissing her back, enjoying every minute they had alone-until in symphony their phones started ringing off the hook. "Aaaugh curse it all. Must everything be an emergency!?" He growled, grappling for the phone, while the kitten batted at his hand, believing this to be some new game.

Keaton lay there in a cold sweat. Her breath on his cheek made him shiver. Somebody kill me. He thought to himself, about ready to scream 'enough!' to make her stop. She had to be awake, right? Definitely wake. He could feel her sidling up next to him.

S-sanders what are you doing...? He whispered inaudibly, the pleading whisper inside his head, as though somehow he could will her to stop, though not surprisingly, he got no response. If I stay like this any longer I am going to go insane. He thought to himself frantically. Then and idea came to him. Hold on, two can play this game.

Keaton forced himself to relax, breathing in and out slowly, so that he wouldn't appear tense. After a minute or two he 'murmured' in his feigned sleep, and threw and arm around Sanders. He could hardly believe himself. You are asleep. You are asleep. You are most definitely asleep. Breathe slowly. Shit what am I doing?! He thought in that moment, trying to coach himself though his heart was racing. What if she can feel that? Shiit. Shit. But...this is nice.

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A devilish expression lit up Rochelle's face. "We could always tip off the press ourselves, make sure there will be news somewhere. How are you at fake accents?"

Rochelle glared at her phone, then snatched Hamish's out of his hand and threw it to the other side of the room. "No! Not this morning!" She grabbed his hand and used it to pull him close to her again. "We deserve some 'us' time!"
Of course, the kitten took exception and pounced on her head, making her jump. "Eek, kitty!"

Yes, my plan is work- what's he doing? Aiiee, Ke-Keats, are you sure you want to be that close? But... it IS nice... maybe I'll stay here. Unless he can feel my cheeks. Gah, stop burning! You'll tell him I'm embarrassed! Sanders slowly began to slip into sleep again, even as she edged her head a little away from him again.

Once properly asleep, she fell back against him. "Mmm, Keaton..."

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"You know, I like the way you think." Hamish said in his best Irish accent.

"Ah I'm glad, I didn't need that dratted thing anyway." He clutched her hand in his. "I agree. Its been too long since we just had some time for just us. How about I make you a nice breakfast in bed, and then, we can go check up on our delinquent officers, perhaps harass them a little, then go catch a movie?" Hamish suggested. Then he burst out laughing when the kitten found its new favorite perch. "A very nice fluffy had you have there." He reached up to pet the kitten with his free hand.

Oddly enough, by forcing himself to act calm, Keaton actually became calm. Sanders made no further movements, other than to move her head, and Keaton began to wonder if he'd been mistaken. Maybe she had been asleep the entire time after all. He lay there pondering this, if that was the case he was somewhat relieved.

Shortly, he too drifted off to sleep, his arm still around her.


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"Pfft, oh no, that's just- haha, NO!" Rochelle lightly slapped his arm as her shoulders shook. "No-one would buy that. That's exactly like Drinner whenever he's trying to get us to believe that he's feeling ill so he can go home early." She cleared her throat, then spoke with a deadpan tone. "I feel sick, I can't stay until the end of the day. Please let me go home. Cough, cough."

"I love the idea of breakfast - especially since you'll be cooking it." She winked at him. "The movie sounds great too, but do you really think we'll be able to leave the building once we arrive at work and get caught by them?"
"Hey, don't pet her, her claws are digging in! Ouch!" Rochelle batted Hamish's hand away and tried to get the kitten off her head.

"Owww," Sanders hissed as something started throbbing. Opening her eyes she discovered that, somehow, she'd all-but wrapped herself around Keaton as she slept. Her head was on his chest and one of her legs was draped over him. How am I supposed to move now? Oww, he's pressed against my injury...

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Hamish laughed at her impression. "Hmm, you may be right about that. Haha...who else can you impersonate? That was spot on! You sounded exactly like him."

Hamish waggled his eyebrows. "We'll just have to tell them that we left free doughnuts in the breakroom? Should hold them off long enough to get away, don't you think? Right then, off I go."
Hamish returned after a short while with two plates with eggs and bacon. "For you milady~" He said sliding it into her hands.

"Sanders..." Keaton murmured in his sleep. " idiot..." His voice remained quiet. But then his brow furrowed. "Stay away...from her you bastard.." Keaton began to look increasingly distressed in his sleep. A bead of sweat was forming on his brow, and his fist began to tighten its grip—on the back of her shirt.

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"Ooh, someone got up on the wrong side of the bed - or did you just wake up beside the wrong person, hmm? You look a little rough this morning. Want me to give you my," she lowered her voice and waggled her eyebrows, "special cure for hangovers and one-night stands?" Rochelle gagged as soon as she finished speaking. "I really, really wish I didn't know him well enough to impersonate him! Ugh!"

Rochelle frowned down at the plate. "I don't know what it is, but I think something's missing..." She slowly raised her head, stared at his lips and smirked. "I think I know what this breakfast needs." She put the plate on the bed beside her and grabbed his face so she could kiss him. "Hmm. Definitely."

"K-Keaton? What're y- ow, OW! Let go!" She squirmed in his grip, trying to get free without waking him.

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Hamish cringed. "Ooh. Wow. That was too spot on. Don't ever do that again." He advised.

"Salt? Pepper? My undying love?" Hamish inquired, prepared to head back to the kitchen to retrieve said spices. "And just what would that be?" Hamish asked, having a feeling he knew where this was headed. "Mmm.."
He settled into the kiss. "Yes it needed a bit more of that," he agreed, kissing her back.

"He's finally gone..." Keaton mumbled, his hand loosening and flopping to the side. "Sanders..." Keaton stirred a little, his expression now serene. "I L--ft you some coffee in the breakroom."

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Rochelle sighed happily and cut into her bacon, inhaling the wonderful smell before eating it. "Mmm. A man who can cook bacon," she waggled her fork at him, "I think you just might be a keeper."

Sanders stared at Keaton, bug-eyed. How was she supposed to sleep next to him if he might grab her like that at any minute? Slowly she edged herself away from him, making sure she was simply beside him rather than covering him like a second blanket. She cringed. Since when did I become so damn mushy that I become a freaking blanket for a guy? I never even did this with Harvey!
She shuddered and wrapped her quilt tightly around her, grateful for something a little more solid between her and Keaton. Sanders closed her eyes and fell back asleep, unaware of the fact that blood had started to seep from her wound...

Lucy woke up with a start, her hand grabbing for something, anything. She found a hand and released a shaky breath, squeezing Matt's hand. Around them the other children were already awake and preparing to go about their day.
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