Post by Melanie Marcus on Jan 19, 2007 17:30:34 GMT -5
It was early morning - the sun was peeking up over the horizon, and a faint light filtered in through the kitchen windows of the Marcus/Peterson house. Mel sat at the table, absentmindedly nibbling a piece of toast as she went over some of the finer details of her latest case. She wore a black tanktop and her favorite flannel pajama pants - her workday wouldn't start for two hours yet, and though she loved her work, she loved pyjamas also.
The only thing Mel didn't like about her job was that it was time she didn't get to spend with Linds.
Linds. Mel looked up to where she imagined her partner, still asleep in their bed, looking so peaceful, and smiled.
The only thing Mel didn't like about her job was that it was time she didn't get to spend with Linds.
Linds. Mel looked up to where she imagined her partner, still asleep in their bed, looking so peaceful, and smiled.
