The morning light pierced through the apartment's window, and awakening the young red-haired lady from her slumber. She yawned, a long and nearly painful one. She wasn't a morning person, and last night didn't help much. But she had work to do. She moved to the bedside, where her slippers laid. She put them on…

"Hold it." A hand from the other side of the bed reached from under the covers to grasp the red-haired girl's. "What's for breakfast?"

"Eggs, Fran." The red-haired girl said, a faint smile appearing on her face. "Like every morning."

"Jessica…" Fran groaned from under the sheets. Her long, rabbit ears popped out.

"Sorry, hon." Jessica got up, and moved to the kitchen. "That's all we can afford until the next paycheck."

"Which is…" Fran finally got the covers off her.

"…tomorrow, hon. We will be dining on some roasted chicken." Jessica got to work cracking eggs and reading the stove. "But first….scrambled or sunny-side?"

"Sunny-side, as always." Fran finally fell out of bed, and rolled to the closet.

"Oh, hon." Jessica had looked back to watch her beloved trying to reach her uniform.

Oddly enough, Jessica had finished making the eggs at the same time as Fran got her uniform on. She immediately dived into her sunny-side egg, quickly devouring it. Jessica took time eating her egg.

"Hon, you have a hour and thirteen minutes." Jessica pointed to the clock with her fork.

"I'm meeting Captain Ragnar to talk about dealing with some gangs. I best be on time." Fran finished her eggs, and grabbed her hat.

"Wait for me!" Jessica downed her eggs and grabbed her backpack. "I'll just change at the station."

"Not the first time you walked in dressed in your pajamas." Fran said, placing her blue cap on, and grabbing the car keys. "Good thing you dressed after…last night." She adjusted her blue tie before opening the door. "Meet you at the car!" She blew a kiss before closing the door.

Jessica sighed. Last night was the few moments they shared together in the past year. The increasing criminal activity worked both to the bone. Fran hit the streets as much as she could to keep them clean, and Jessica typed as fast she could to keep the bureaucrats at bay with paperwork. It was honest (Yet hard.) work. It paid well. (When it did.) And they got to see each other during work. (Only after a bust, it didn't last long.)

To drive the point further home, Jessica's eyes traveled to the small antique table that had the important pictures of their married life. There were only four, and the table could hold more. The only on the far left showed them at a bar, holding each other close, quite drunk. Yeah, definitely the most casual photo. The next one showed them at Gradation at the Police Academy, dressed in the same blue uniforms. The third one displayed them when Jessica purposed on the bridge in the park, caught on camera by Jessica's friend, Angelo. And the fourth one…well…the obvious one.

The wedding photo was by far the best photo. The pose was basic, Jessica the first bride sitting down, with Fran the second bride standing up, holding hands. But the expressions they had were genuine. No doubts in their minds, they loved each other. Jessica wore a white, lacey gown, and Fran a black one. The silver, jeweled frame was donated by Jessica's mother, the last connection to Jessica's far away family.

But that was two years ago. Their jobs required more hours than ever, and when they did some time together, it was all too brief.

Jessica placed a hand to her chest, sighing. "Oh, Fran. I still love you."

"I do too." Jessica jumped a little, hearing her beloved behind her. Fran kissed her on the cheek. "Come on. We'll be late."

"…all right." Jessica said, sounding defeated.

"Cheer up." Fran hugged Jessica. "We'll get through this. One day, the rain will stop, the clouds will vanish and the sun will come out. And then we'll dance together in the beams of the sun."

"You said that during college, after we fought off those bullies." A faint smile appeared on Jessica's face.

"Funny you mentioned that. I encountered one of our old friends at a drug deal gone bad."

"Hehe." Jessica giggled.

"All right, we have a job to do." Fran wrapped her arm around Jessica's waist, and Jessica did the same. "We'll have lunch together, okay? What would you like?"

"Something simple. I would like to go to the White Crow again."

"Ah. I see you have a craving for a good burger."

"Yeah, I thought about it yesterday."

Jessica closed the door behind her, and Fran locked the door.

That ends our story…for now…