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Sheldon blinked and grabbed the tissues, pulling a few fragments of mug out of his hand, then applying pressure with the tissues to stop the bleeding as he stared at Mac, his eyes flashing. When he spoke his voice was calmer, but he trembled with the effort of holding himself back. "No, I don't any Deiter Reichart. I don't remember that name in my list of interview requests from the train either. I'd have to check the list, but a name like that wold have stuck out. It's just..where did those pictures come from? I mean...GEEZ, Mac, do they make us look guilty or what? And those lies! I mean, I know it's the Post, but come on! I wonder who he or she has been talking to. Well, I can guess as far as my family's concerned. But, how did he find out about the Philly thing with Stella? That wasn't exactly made public." He ran his non-cut hand through his hair. "I found this paper on my desk. I'm willing to bet Stella got her own copy. She's gonna freak when she sees this article, Mac. You know that. She's just getting over the Frankie thing. This is gonna bring it all crashing home for her again. I can deal with me, but nobody slanders my sister and gets away with it, you hear me?"
Sorry, it's a little long!
Mac could understand Sheldon's over-protectiveness towards his sister; however, he only hoped the other man didn't go overboard with his fierceness. "Check the list again and see if any of them are from the New York Post," Mac said, taking the First Aid kit he had in his desk out. He handed Sheldon some tweezers to take the rest of the glass out of his hand and pushed his trashcan over to him. "As for the pictures, I'll look into it, okay? You realize with this article, we're going to need to have a press conference, right?"
Magurité was just coming back from a B&E case when Chelsie pounced on her. "So, how was it?"
Magurité rolled her eyes. Working at NYPD had managed to give her a new friend. Chelsie Valeur was the day shift secretary and the Queen of the water cooler. She really was a sweet girl, but sometimes she really ragged on her nerves. When Magurité and Sheldon had went to a very fancy Greek restaurant, the dinner mood was almost ruined when Chelsie spotted the pair. Magurité knew Sheldon didn't want everyone knowing about them (he said it would be nice to have at least something of a private life) and it took a lot of coaxing and bribing to keep the gossiper's mouth shut. "'ow was what?" Magurité feigned ignorance.
Chelsie gave Magurité her messages. "You know, last night?"
Magurité let her hair fall over her face as she read one of her messages, a secret smile coming to her face. Last night had been truly wonderful. After going to see Ratatouille, they went for a walk through Central Park. "It was nice," she said after a moment. "We went and saw a movie."
"And that's all?!"
'It's all I'm willing to tell you,' the Canadian thought.
"Hm," Magurité said distractedly, looking as though she was engrossed in the messages (which were just ones reminding her of important dates coming up). "I 'ave to go, I will see you later." She said leaving for her desk before Chelsie could say anything. She passed a garbage can with a newspaper in it and paused when the front cover caught her eye. Picking it out (feeling grateful that was all that was in it) she read it with horror in her eyes. Who the h3!! Did she think she was?!?! "Elle ne sait pas une chose seule qui est allée sur ce jour ! ! Espèce de chienne. Je dois examiner là-bas et la déchire un nouveau l'un !" She growled under her breath. That was a scary day and it hadn't helped that that medical examiner, Driscoll, called Mac when he was in the middle of trying to take the drug lord out. (She doesn't know a single thing that went on that day!! Effing b!!ch. I ought to go over there and rip her a new one!)
Going to her desk, she quickly opened a new internet window and went to her email. She quickly typed up an email message to Sheldon.
I just discovered an article regarding you and
Stella "stealing" drugs, and being dirty. I can't
believe that cow. Do you want me to look into it?
Marcus was cleaning up the kitchen after having an adventure lunch of feeding Michael Cole. Even though he had to go to the bathroom to clean his hair of spaghetti sauce, it was totally worth the giggling fit it put Elly into. The tense air between the two of them lessened with the days Marcus spent looking after her when Robin and her mum were around. Marcus had the distinct impression Mrs. Taylor didn't like him and he wasn't sure why. He decided not to press the issue. "Alright Mister, it's time we get you all cleaned up and ready for your afternoon nap." At hearing the word "nap" Michael pouted.
Marcus chuckled. "Nice try, but I'm practically immune to that sort of behaviour," he said, picking the toddler up out of his high chair. He took him the bathroom and cleaned him up before changing his diaper. He made the young Taylor laugh at his over-emphasized looks of disgust when he saw the "present" the little one left him.
Marcus put Michael in his room and went to the kitchen to refill his water bottle. Coming back, he set the whimpering child in his crib. He picked a book off the shelf and read him a short story about the Seven Dwarves, before he ruffled Michael's hair and left, quietly shutting the door.
He headed into the living room and sat on the armchair. He waited until Elly's cartoon ended before he spoke. "So, Elly, do you want to learn sign language?"
Sheldon had resisted Amber's pulls at first, but finally he allowed himself to be led over to the couch. He leaned against Amber, nodding as she spoke. "Yeah, I know, Ams, it's just.....d@mmit, why don't these people leave me the h3ll alone?" He smiled gratefully to Mac and took the tweezers and began to pluck the remains of the mug out of his lacerated hand. Concentrating on this task seemed to help calm him down, though his nostrils still flared in annoyance. He nodded as the man mentioned a press conference. "Yeah, I know Mac. I'm sure Donovan's going to pay you a visit again as well. The man's just waiting for an opportunity to get rid of me. And he'd take the two-for-one special if it meant he could get Stella out, too." He cursed as he dug out a particularly deep shard, his hand bleeding again. When he was done with the tweezers, he handed them to Amber and sighed, holding his hand out over the trash can to let the blood clean the wound a bit.
Elly looked over at Marcus as he mentioned her learning sign language. She was happier now that the baby was napping. That always meant more attention for her. She tilted her head, not understanding what "sign" language was. Was Marcus offereing to teach her how to read signs? She was curious, so she nodded her head, looking at Marcus with wide, blue eyes.
Lindsay made up a late dinner for Danny. Giggling to herself she put it in the fridge knowing that would be the first place he would look when he got home. After cleaning up the kitchen she walked into the livingroom and a rush of exhaustion fell over her. She looked up at the clock, she didn't realize how late it had gotten and wondered what was holding Danny up. She wanted to wait up for him. But she was tired and wanted to put her feet up, so she went and sat in the recliner and put on the TV to wait. Within minutes she was asleep.
Amber took a gause square out of the first aid kit and placed it on his wound. Then she wrapped his hand in gause and turned her head up at Sheldon with a grin. "Well 'Bro' I could have told you not to break glass in your hand because glass does bite back in the worst way." Amber teased with a grin. She continued to wrap Sheldon's hand.
"Shel, if it's any conselation, I understand what you are going through man." Amber said as she looked her friend in the eye as she finished tapping up her work.
Danny waved Robin goodbye and smiled as she trotted towards her building. He was surprised for the best with the great change that she had experienced ever since he met her. No doubt that she had just gone through a lot losing her mum in a bloody way and being kidnapped by her murderer. Back then, she was barely able to talk or to have an eye to eye contact with anyone. Now, despite keeping her natural shyness, she seemed an easy going and cheerful girl and it was hardly 3 months after their first met in that hospital room.
He hummed along with the radio on his way home. Although it wasn't that long a distance, it took Danny some 15 minutes to reach his place from Mac's apartment. He usually arrived around 20'15pm on Wednesdays after his story hour, avoiding 20'30 traffic, but today he was just caught in the middle. First stopping at Rose's prior a slight detour to get her dinner and then dropping Robin along, made him arrive home by 21'00 which was unusually late. Luckily enough he found an empty parking slot just as he arrived. When he was crossing the door, he checked his clock and realized that he was even later than he had told Lindsay over the phone he would.
The tv was on and a nice smell filled the apartment. Man, he was hungry. As he made his way to the living room, he peered inside the fridge and noticed the source of what he was smelling, chicken and noodles, he just loved them. Then he found Lindsay soundly asleep in the recliner. He felt terribly sorry to have made her wait up for him. He wondered if she would have had any dinner yet. Lindsay wasn't very big on dinners, but he tried to force her a bit ever since she got pregnant. He doubted whether to wake her up or not and he decided he would, because he wanted to make sure that she grabbed a bit before going to bed. And even is she had, she would be more comfortable resting in bed.
Danny approached his face to hers and listened to her breath. It was the last thing he was used to hear every night, at least every night that they had the chance to go to sleep together. She rubber his nose against her, and smiled when she wrinkled it. Then he kissed her forehead, as she opened her eyes. "Hey" he whispered with a smile "Your husband arrived, Mrs.Messer". He knew that Lindsay found it weird to be called Mrs. Messer, and he loved to tease her with it.
Moggs, Robin is about turning 16.
Robin took the elevator home. She loved the new building, not to mention the area and the apartment itself. Moving out was a bit crazy, but finally they had all set up and the result was the most satisfactory ever. He stared at the floor numbers as they were appearing and disappearing in the display while trying to calm her up. Her heart was beating fast, but she knew it wasn't just the run. She adjusted her ponytail and then she pinched her cheeks to make the blood blush her cheeks naturally and bit her lips to get the same effect. She wasn't allowed to wear make up on a daily basis, but she had her tricks. She was counting the days to become 16. She couldn't wait to use some of those gorgeous brand and expensive cosmetic products that Rose used to offer her before tossing them in the dumpster.
She took a couple of deep breaths before opening the entrance door. "Hello?" She found Marcus and Elly on the couch, engaged in some kind of a game. She hugged Elly and couldn't help but smile at the way that her sister used to welcome everybody home. No matter if they went away for 5 minutes, that she received them as if they were returning from a long vacation. "Hey, how was your afternoon?" She kissed Marcus on his cheek. She loved to do that because he usually blushed and because it was the only physical contact that she was allowed as a friend. Robin was aware that her mum didn't really like Marcus much although she had to reckon that he was a natural with kids, and he had even taken Elly to the playground nearby on several occasions.
Robin scanned Marcus from top to bottom as she petted one of their cats while he made her a brief summary of Michael's tendency to stick every kind of food to his hair. Robin giggled and observed delighted as he ran a hand through his hair. She went to check out on her brother and smiled at that little image of Mac. Throwing her jacket on her bed, she made a phone call to her mum, to let her know that she was already home and that everything was ok. She sounded busy so the conversation was brief. However Amber asked if Marcus was still there.
Robin sighed. She knew that her parents wouldn't approve an eventual relationship between her and Marcus. And she wasn't even certain herself that she wanted to be in a relationship with him, which bugged her to no extent. According to Jo, her only confident on heart matters, it was normal that her feelings were a bit of a hieroglyphic, but it was only in her hand and in time's hand to solve it out. She was certainly dying to receive her first kiss, and she was sure that she would love to receive it from Marcus' lips and no one else's, but she doubted if she was ready to deal with the after kiss.
"So, what are you both up to?" she asked as she joined them back in the living room.
The last two months have been a roller coaster ride for Adam. After the lab explosion and the whole being held hostage situation, Adam was traumatized to the brink.Mac had advised him to take some time off to go on vacation with Sam, just so he could recuperate from that incident and to regain the confidence of returning to the lab.
Sam, sweet darling Sam .. the love of his life. The vacation time turned out to be a good idea as they spent some quality time on holiday in Hawaii to enjoy the sandy beaches and the sunny weather. After that, he had gone back to California with Sam to visit his parents, and similarly he accompanied Sam back to her hometown to attend her cousin's wedding.
Adam has a bitter sweet feeling about being back at the lab today. On one hand he's glad to be working again in the new lab. On the other hand, he still gets flashbacks of that unforgettable day. He shook his head, took a deep breath and walked in through the corridors. He scanned across the floor and noticed how different the labs looked now. He started searching for where his old lab used to be.
When he finally found it, he could not help but grin like a schoolboy. The room had a complete make over and looked like it just came out from some sci-fi movie, with the latest gadgets and machines lyingon the table, just begging to be used.He sat downin his chair and took a moment to absorb the smell and the look of the new lab.
Elly was intrigued by this talking with hands that Marcus had called sign language. Maybe it would be a good way for her to get across the things she wanted to say. She could read much better now, and was even working on her writing, but it was still a slow and painful process if she wanted to write anything down, and she didn't always have something to write on.
When Robin came home, she was ecstatic. She loved Robin a lot, and enjoyed spending time with her. Robin always seemed to make time for her, no matter how demanding Michael got and how much of her parents' time he took up. When Marcus pulled out his book, she had been intrigued, and now that the greetings were over, and Marcus and Robin were quietly chatting, she went over and grabbed up the book. leafing through it and studying the pictures that went with the letters, trying to figure out this new language.