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[fucktonofcoffee]

Who: Debra Morgan and Derek Morgan
Where: Main Street
When: Day 41, Midnight
What: Welp, they've just been zapped back.

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[derek_morgan]

All Derek could think was, 'Not in my goddamn boxers again' as a flash of light passed and he was certainly relocated to god knows where. It wasn't until Deb spoke that he knew it wasn't a solo trip. Thank West for small favors.

Apparently the sadistic son of a bitch was feeling charitable. Derek wasn't alone, raging with a surge of hormones, and neither was he naked. He was standing ...on a street somewhere, hand in hand with Debra, wearing a suit with a lei around his neck while What the hell? Deb was in a dress wearing a matching lei

[fucktonofcoffee]

Deb was glad she wasn't alone, and was amused by the fact that the suit he was wearing had also been crowned with a fucking lei. West was seriously a fucking douchebag, who the fuck would ever have thought that the room they'd just been in could ever be a fucking thing like Hawaii?

However, there was more important things that needed to happen. For now she needed to get the ring from her finger. Well, the two rings; above the golden band there was also a rather large diamond ring. At least West wasn't a cheap bastard. Still, the size and shape of the ring reminded her of the one that Brian fucking Mosher had put on her finger so that he could kidnap her.

Angrily, her fingers gripped at the rings, and she jerked the metal bands, feeling that they were far warmer that she would have expected them to be. Clearly, the rings had fucking been there long enough for the gold to warm to her skin. God fucking damn it. Deb slid the finger far into her mouth, rolling it a bit in an effort to gather enough moisture that it would loosen the

[derek_morgan]

Well, damn. Derek didn't quite expect her response. It wasn't as if he wanted to tie the knot with Debra, but he sure as hell wasn't in a rage about it. Her reaction made him shove his hands into his pockets. "Calm down. You're gonna wake the dead. It's a ring--rings," he corrected, "not a third eye or--" A baby? Not a good idea right now.

He swallowed and shook his head, dismissing thoughts both spoken and unspoken. His eyes scanned the street they were on. He hadn't made a habit of walking out at night, especially after the camping stint. He couldn't readily recognize where the hell they were. His shoulders shrugged in an effort to rid himself of building tension.

"Where are we?" he asked, avoiding eye contact with Deb.

[fucktonofcoffee]

"I have a fucking thing about rings," the words were spat defensively. She didn't like feeling like she couldn't get them off or like that they were put on there without her consent. For some reason, the rings were bothering her more than the situation that they had just returned from. God damn, she wasn't going to fucking think about why it was worse to sudden be married than the random bullshit of their stolen (oh my fucking god, fuck me sideways with a chainsaw) honeymoon