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He was none to impressed with the letter he found on the doorstep that morning, the one he was reading over in his office and trying to decipher. The note was pretty to the point; he had Luca's family and Luca wasn't going to rest until he had them back. He ran a hand over his face, letting out a low breath as he picked up the phone and dialed the number to his supervisor, reporting the incident and sliding the letter back into the envelope carefully so that it could be processed for any evidence in a lab. His girlfriend definitely didn't need this right now, in fact, he just wanted to get a ring on her finger and her in a wedding dress so that baby would legally have his last name and by all manners of the law be his. This wasn't something he wanted to mess with. He had wanted to hope that Luca would just count his blessings and book it out of the country without looking back but apparently that would be to damn easy for Brett, nothing ever went that easily for him. A soft sigh escaped his lips in frustration before he growled, wishing he had something to throw. Instead, he had to be content with shoving his chair across the room as he stood and crossed to the large window which offered a view of center city. His hand lifted to run through his hair, a nervous habit that he'd always held since he first met her over a year ago now. A year had passed and he still didn't have this son of a bitch in custody and now the whole thing was personal. What had previously been Luca's woman was now his and the child that grew within for almost three months now was Luca's though Brett considered it to be his. She was his after all, and that baby was a part of her so thus, the baby was also his. There was no way Luca was getting his hands on either one of them. This was no longer about wmd's or anything like that, this was about putting away the man who had put Brett's future wife in danger. If he closed his eyes he could still see Luca shoving her into the glass partition in his apartment, he could hear the sickening thud of her head hitting and damnit if she hadn't been carrying the bastards own child at the time. The man obviously didn't care in the least for her well being, it was all just a matter of pride now. He was trying to show Brett up and this special agent wasn't going to stand for it. With a growl, he turned back to the desk that he hated but had to work behind for awhile as he tried to figure out where Luca was. He knew Dom hated it but he had to be out in the field, it was dangerous, yes, but he would go nuts with a desk job. Resisting the urge to create a huge mess and shove everything off the desk to the ground, he instead to a deep, calming breath and looked to the clock. He had to calm himself, Dom was meeting him shortly so that they could go out to lunch and she would be coming into the office - making all the other male agents drool all over themselves and curse Brett for his good luck - any second now. Him being in a rage wouldn't help anything. Quietly, he sat back down at the desk and closed the documents he had been reviewing, instead bringing up a calming game of mahjong. For some reason the game soothed him and he would take whatever calm he could get.

• A movie script ending... -- Dominique, Wed, Jan 18 2006, 6:33pm PST
  • I'm gonna spend my time like it's going out of style... -- Brett, Wed, Jan 18 2006, 6:50pm PST
    • She leaned into him at his touch, and slowly, deliberately, wrapped both arms tightly around his neck to return his kiss sweetly, the tip of her tongue touching her top lip as they broke. "It's not that bad out, and I've got a sweater..." She protested, but just meekly, and allowed him to guide her out. Really, she wasn't chilly and didn't think that she needed his jacket, but she knew better than to refuse it and so pulled it on, then slipped an arm around his waist for the walk out. "Starving." She admitted, because it was the truth - she didn't typically eat very much, and was still tiny despite the growing baby inside of her, but her appetite had definitely been increasing over the past week or two. Before they left, she waved coyly to a new guy who had yet to pick his jaw up off the floor since she entered, and then laughed the moment they were out of sight. "New kid? I think he likes you." (NT) -- Dom, Wed, Jan 18 2006, 7:01pm PST

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• You just might make me believe.. -- Brett, Wed, Jan 18 2006, 7:42pm PST
  • "You're such a bully..." But she was just playing, and leaned against him as they walked, her face turned up to him - not spending much time looking where she was going because he was there to guide the way and she much preferred to watch him. "Um... I want just like.. A really good sandwich and soup." It was a soup 'n' san' sort of day, and she was hungry enough to eat both. When he stopped suddenly, and with the serious tone to his voice, she frowned a little - but only briefly before she just pushed gently against his chest and shook her head at him. "Well, a lunch without conversation would be a little dull, don't you think?" It was obvious that he was being serious, but she wasn't all that interested in serious - not with how good things were these days, and the baby on its way, and the wedding fast approaching. (NT) -- Dom, Wed, Jan 18 2006, 7:48pm PST

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• Take it easy somethings really aren't that bad -- Brett, Wed, Jan 18 2006, 7:54pm PST
  • I don't blame you for being you -- Dom, Mon, Jan 23 2006, 10:54pm PST
    • I wanna stand up I wanna let go... -- Brett, Mon, Jan 23 2006, 11:29pm PST

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• She listened to his rant with a gentle frown - damn these mood swings that the pregnancy was responsible for, she just wasn't as stubborn and strong-willed as she used to be. "Brett! I don't even know what's going on..." She protested softly, reaching for his hand as he started off again, and tugged him gently so that he was walking slowly enough that she could keep pace. "Just wait. I'm sorry! I didn't know I was supposed to be looking over my shoulder all the time." And she glanced pointedly over her shoulder at that moment, and then shifted so that she was walking with her side pressed right against his - suddenly quite afraid that someone was following her. "Please... I don't do this, Brett..." Her whole walk to his office, she had just been thinking about what a nice day it was, and how she was excited to get to have lunch with her boy... Nothing else had crossed her mind. It had been blissful. (NT) -- Dom, Mon, Jan 23 2006, 11:36pm PST

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• He let out a soft breath, tipping his head back with a low growl, his brow furrowed a little as he continued walking, a low breath escaping his lips. "Your not supposed to be looking over your shoulder all the time." He nearly groaned out, growling softly as he ran his other hand over his hair, mussing it as usual. "Lets just go get lunch, alright?" He was stressed out and tense, he hadn't meant to be dragging her around and knew where they were going, the way he had sent them had actually taken them right to the restauraunt but the turns were necessary so he could see if he was just being paranoid or if the man really was following them. (NT) -- Brett, Tue, Jan 24 2006, 12:15am PST

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• "Fine." She was just confused now, and so frowned at him before pushing on ahead of him and into the restaurant without another word. She smiled to the hostess though, and then followed the woman in to a private booth for two, asked for just water when questioned about what she would like to drink. As soon as the girl was gone, so was her smile, and she just stared long and hard at Brett for a moment before looking away and dropping her chin into her hand, her free fingers spreading slowly over the swell of her stomach. He was miserable company when he was stressed like this, and it just drove her nuts. It was a good thing that she loved him so much. (NT) -- Som, Tue, Jan 24 2006, 12:19am PST

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• You're faking a smile with the coffee to go -- Brett, Tue, Jan 24 2006, 12:31am PST
  • She could never ever stay mad or irritated with him for much longer than a moment, especially after he apologized, so she just sighed deeply and turned her hand so that her fingers were brushing his cheek tenderly. It was a small comfort to know that to anyone looking in at them, they were just a young couple, pregnant and in love - it was nice to think that they at least looked normal. "Brett..." She murmured softly, and ducked her head a little as she watched him. "I trust you to make sure everything's okay... And no matter what, you need to just remember that this is your baby." She assured him softly - even if biologically, Luca was responsible, she would never consider the baby to be anyone's but Brett's. "It's okay... We'll be careful." Sure, it worried her that her ex- was potentially planning something, but she really had every faith in his abilities. (NT) -- Dom, Tue, Jan 24 2006, 12:38am PST

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• He nodded a little, closing his eyes for a second, he just felt so damn tired with all of this weighing on his shoulders. He was a strong guy but any man would break beneath the weight of pressure that was laying on him though he was still standing tall which was more then most could claim. A soft sigh escaped his lips before he shook his head, slipping back to sit properly in his chair instead of leaning over the table towards hers. With a slight smile he pushed the menu to her, nodding towards it. "What are you in the mood for, beautiful?" He questioned, opening his own menu and glancing over it. (NT) -- Brett, Wed, Jan 25 2006, 12:07am PST

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• She pushed back and gently smoothed his hair before smiling reassuringly and sitting back as he did. "Maybe a good sandwich? And soup?" She let the subject drop just as easily as he did, and leaned forward a little again so that she could look over her menu. Beneath the table, her toes slipped out of their sandals - sure it was still only January, but it was sunny and relatively warm that day, and her feet felt so much better when they were free - and brushed his calf absently, affectionately, as she glanced between him and her menu. Somehow, the idea of going home alone to their place after lunch when he went back to work wasn't so appealing now... But he couldn't babysit her all day every day for the rest of her life. (NT) -- Dom, Wed, Jan 25 2006, 12:15am PST

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• He nodded at that, flipping through the menu himself before he closed it, signaling for the waitress to come over. He ordered for the both of them - a big burger and fries for him - before the waitress went on her way to put in their order. "What did you do today?" He questioned, reaching for normalcy after their stressful conversation. "I am going to go pick up the crib after work I think..." They had picked out a beautiful hand carved mahogany crib from a private woodsmen, he had wanted something unique for their baby, not something that another kid had. (NT) -- Brett, Wed, Jan 25 2006, 12:27am PST

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• "Well by the time I got out of bed and showered and everything, it was late enough to head out here... Then I shopped around a little - didn't buy anything though - and headed to your office." Lately she'd been waking up when he did in the mornings to get ready for work and never got back to sleep until he had left - and since she had nothing else to do but relax, she often spent an extra hour or two in bed before finally getting up to get her day started. All the extra rest was good for her and the baby though, and she hadn't ever been healthier - except that her doctor was insisting that she eat more and put on a little more weight, but that was something she could handle. "Really? That'd be great.. I want to see it in that room so we can pick colors and whatnot." (NT) -- Dom, Wed, Jan 25 2006, 12:33am PST