Becky sat down and waited, she watched two men go into the room Bobby was in. The second the door opened she could hear Bobby yelling at the two men. The hands on the clock moved around in a circle. And an hour had gone by before the men left the room. Forty minutes after that she looked up to see Bobby walking towards her. She stood up and walked over to him. When they met up with each other Bobby put his arms around her. All the anger he had towards her earlier that night had left his body when he saw her sitting there waiting for him.

Becky let go from his hug and let her right hand fly across his face.

"What the fuck was that for?" He asked letting the anger come back to him.

"I don't ever want to get a phone call telling me that you are in jail." Becky turned around and left the building. Bobby was mad at her for what she had done tonight, but he couldn't help but smile, he knew that she wouldn't have done any of it if she didn't care as much as she did. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to yell at her for what she did tonight. He went up to the front counter and picked up his things.

Going outside he saw Becky sitting on one of the benches just outside the station, when she saw him she got up and started walking towards the car.

"So now you're pissed at me?" Bobby said walking behind her.

"Lets go, Jerry and Camille said we should stay at their place tonight." Becky said as she kept walking. As they got closer to the car Bobby came up behind her, reached his hand around and into her front right packet pulling out her keys.

"What the hell are you doing?" Becky yelled as she tried to grab them back.

Bobby walked around to the drivers seat, "It's my fuckin car Bobby!" She yelled at him again.

"I know, but I'm driving." She had no choice; she got in the passenger side and slammed the door shut.

"Don't think your gonna get away with what you did." Bobby said as he started the car and drove off to his brother Jerry's house.

Jerry had left extra blankets and two pillows on the pullout couch in the den for the two of them.

They took off the seat cushions and opened the bed up without talking to each other.

"I know you're mad at me but do you think you will be able to still sleep with me?" Bobby said with a slight laugh. Becky looked at him and threw a pillow at his head.

"Do you think you can stop being an ass long enough for me to get some sleep?" She returned with.

"Only if you stop talking about my ass."

"I wasn't talking about your ass Bobby."

"See there you go again. Ever since you kissed me the other day, you can't stop thinking about it." He said laughing louder this time. He sat down on the side of the bed and pulled his shoes off, and waited for her to fire back. "What is it? I know that you are not just mad at me because you got a call saying I was in jail." He turned to look at her when she didn't say anything, but she just stood on the other side of the bed. She slowly sat down and let her head drop.

"Becky, what's wrong?" He asked moving towards her.

"I don't know." She said looking at him. "I don't feel that well."

"What did you eat today?" He slid up behind her and let his left hand move up and down her back.

"Nothing."

"There's your problem, you need to eat something." He said getting up and heading towards the kitchen.

"I'm not hungry." She said following him.

"At least have something to drink." He said getting a glass from the shelf and filling it with water. She took the glass from his hand and walked back to the den. Finishing her drink she laid down on the bed and pulled the blankets close to her body. Bobby laid down on the other side and watched her lay there with her eyes closed.

"How are you felling?" Bobby asked when she rolled over and noticed that she was still awake.

"Same." She said.

"What can I do to help?" He said.

"What's this? Bobby Mercer has a sensitive side?" She said with a light tone in her voice.

"Only for you baby girl." He said sliding his arm under her body bringing her to rest on his chest. Once she got comfortable he started to lightly rub his hand up and down her back again.

"Just keep doing that." She said as she closed her eyes. "Don't think that I am not mad at you anymore."

"Of course not, and I'm still upset with you." He said giving her a kiss on the top of her head. "Wake me up if you need anything." He said before closing his eyes and falling asleep, Becky soon followed.

Becky woke up the next morning still wrapped up in bobby's strong arms, she didn't want to move but she could feel his muscles moving in his arm. She rolled off his warm chest and onto the other side of the bed.

"How you feeling today?" He asked.

"Better." She said she was feeling a little embarrassed for enjoying the way she slept with him.

"Did you get any sleep?"

"Yeah, thanks for letting my use you as a pillow." She could feel her cheeks blush.

"Not a problem, besides it not every day that I get to sleep with a hot girl in my arms." He said putting both arms behind his head as he looked up at the ceiling, with a smile on his face.

"God, You still think of me as just a girl don't you?" She said sitting up.

"You know I don't."

"Then why do you always make comments on how young I am?"

"I haven't seen you in a long time, I forgot how old you really are."

"Yeah and no matter how many times I remind you, you still don't seem to remember." Becky got out of the bed and went to put her shirt on over the tank top she was wearing.

"What are you talking about?" Bobby got out of the bed and went over to Becky.

"You need to get used to the fact that I am older now."

"I know you are."

"I'm not some little girl that you have to take care of anymore."

"Look!" He said putting his hands on her arms to stop her. "I know that you're grown up now, but no matter how old you get I will always take care of you."

"I don't need you to take care of me Bobby!" She said trying to get free from his hold.

"To bad."
"What the hell is that suppose to mean?"

Bobby let go of her and walked a few steps away from where she was standing, thinking of how he should answer.

"Becky! Becky!" Jerry's two little girls screamed as they came flying into the den. The two of them jumped onto the bed.

"Morning girls." Bobby said, as Becky ran out of the room and down the hall.

"Where is Becky going?" The youngest girl asked as they stopped jumping on the bed.

"Nothing, she's just not feeling well this morning." Bobby picked up the girls, one under each arm. He carried them into the kitchen were Jerry and Camille were making breakfast.

"Girls I told you not to bug your uncle Bobby and Becky." Camille said to the girls as Bobby put them both down.

"Don't worry about it, we were up."

"Where's Becky?" Jerry asked.

"The bathroom, she's not feeling well."

"I'll go check on her." Camille said leaving the kitchen.

"What's the plan now, Bobby?" Jerry asked.

"We fix up Ma's house." Bobby started eating the toast that Camille had made.

"How you felling?" Jerry asked when Camille and Becky came into the room giving her a kiss on her head when she went over to him.

"Better."

"I'm going over to start working on the house if you want to come back with me?" Bobby said when he finished the toast.

"Sure, do you mind stopping at the store before we head home?"

"No problem." Bobby left the room heading back to the den to get dressed.