Her jaw tightened, her eyes flashing her hurt as she watched him. "It'll be nice to meet your girlfriend next week, I am sure she's a very sweet girl." She turned, heading into the kitchen and taking his plate of food out of the fridge, putting it in the microwave to heat up. Her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned against the counter, staring out the window at nothing in particular. -- Marcus' Apatment

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Date Posted: 10:54:21 07/02/04 Fri
Author: Ash
Subject: Her jaw tightened, her eyes flashing her hurt as she watched him. "It'll be nice to meet your girlfriend next week, I am sure she's a very sweet girl." She turned, heading into the kitchen and taking his plate of food out of the fridge, putting it in the microwave to heat up. Her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned against the counter, staring out the window at nothing in particular.
In reply to: Ash 's message, " These are my confessions " on 10:26:02 07/02/04 Fri

>She had made her way in with Jess on her hip - the
>stuff for that nights dinner already sitting on the
>counter. Humming quietly to herself - she made her way
>into the living to check the messages. She usually
>didn't both with them but she was waiting for a phone
>call from the hospital. Her lips pursed as she went
>through them about to skip through the ones that
>weren't the hospital before something caught her...
>
>
>Hey baby..it's me...I haven't talked to you in a
>couple of days, missin' you like crazy...I figured
>your probably out on a job. You know I worry about you
>like crazy when you don't call. **pause** but listen,
>I really wanted to actually tell you this to you, not
>your machine but I just can't wait any longer....I got
>the transfer! I will be doing a show right by you next
>week...it'll work out just like we planned. God, Marc
>I can't wait to see you...I miss you so much...the
>beds so big and lonely without you..so is the shower
>**giggling** Well babe, call me back when you get this
>and your not to busy off fighting crime - I'll talk to
>you soon.
>
>
>She let out a soft breath, running her hand down her
>face as her heart dropped. She this didn't make
>sense...why would he ask her to stay here if he had
>all these plans with this girl? She bit her lip, her
>brow furrowed, lost in her thoughts before Jess
>started crying about something. Shaking her head, she
>saved the messages and headed into Jess's room...

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He frowned at that and skipped the message back, running his hand over his shaved head and closing his eyes... why hadn't he delt with this sooner? He glanced up and hesitated before following her through, hitting his fist against his hand almost nervously- it was an old habit "I'll deal with it..." -- Marc, 11:02:03 07/02/04 Fri