To say that Kate is on a mission would be an understatement.

She's a force, today, as she tackles her latest project: fitting a new DIY bookshelf in Bill's living room.

It's gorgeous - or will be, once she puts it together - all rich, warm wood, clean lines, and glass doors.

She just has to do a little re-arranging, so it'll actually fit along ( Read more... )

[ "Bill, I'm Kate. It's really nice to meet you." ]

She should tell him.

She should, shouldn't she ( Read more... )

[ everyone loves him. ]
She kisses the corner of Bill's crooked smile.

"Have a good day, sheriff."

"That can't be it," he says.

She's chuckling against his chin when he pulls her closer for a true goodbye ( Read more... )

( they fall into a familiar routine )

[ "we can't cancel, can we?" ]
She threads her fingers with Bill's as she takes his proffered hand ( Read more... )

[ "you're throwin' him a party?" ]
( we can't cancel, can we? )

[ "so, monday, huh?" ]
( he's going to hate me for this ... )

[ returns and revelations ]
She's jet-lagged, but she can't sleep.

The house is almost too quiet, and Bill's been awake since they settled in bed.

(She knows he's worried about Katherine, worried about Doc -- she is, too.)

She inches closer to his side and presses a kiss to the curve of his jaw, just below his earlobe.

"Too tired to sleep?"

The wireless signal in Bill's bedroom kind of sucks. But at least it's there, unlike in some areas of the house.

Kate's sitting against the headboard with her laptop, sporting a frayed Wheelsy Cooters T-shirt (complete with faded mascot) and a pair of orange yoga pants, her hair in loose twin braids ( Read more... )

[ pillow talk ]
It's still dark when Kate eases out of the bedroom for her morning run, closing the door with a quiet click. Zipping up her thin fleece jacket, she heads for the kitchen; the smell of coffee fills her nose, and she's glad Bill remembered to set the timer last night -- if Doc wakes before Bill (which she's sure he will) and before she ( Read more... )