[DURING] ... excuse me?

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Someone in the food court was causing a buzz and, as Annie took both cups of coffee on her way back to the DPD, she turned to look and wished she hadn't. Three weeks. No, three weeks and four days. He'd been gone for three weeks and four days. Rumors of his death had spread like wildfire and Annie had staunchly refused to get involved in those

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[fakes_death]

Trish knew that look on Annie's face, and she knew better than to stop the other woman, "Let me tell him you're here," which she did over the phone, "He says go right in."

Webb was sitting behind his desk not suspecting a thing, when he looked up he was met with that look of Annie's. He hated that look.

"What can I do for you?"

[freshoffthefarm]

Annie hated the fact that he still looked the way he did. She hated the fact that she loved the tie he was wearing. And she really hated the fact that as soon as she stepped close enough she could almost smell his shower soap. She was pretty sure that it was all in her mind because there was no way that he'd actually ever smelled that good while they were dating, right?

"What is this?"

She held up the paper and then slapped it down on desk, sliding it over to him.

[fakes_death]

"That's..." He trailed off as he read the headline of the paper, "That's my will."

Wondering how the hell she got his will was a different story. His attorney was supposed to wait an entire month, after he was due back. Not four days.

[freshoffthefarm]

"Since when am I listed as your beneficiary?" Shaking her head she cut off any answer he might have made. "No. Why am I listed as your beneficiary?"