InsaneJournal

Don't Ever Do That Again, You Hear?
Who: Belle and Cooper
When: Early morning
Where: Mike-3

Belle hadn't slept a wink after Cooper'd come back with the biggest damned wolves she'd ever seen on his tail from his night time excursion. Normally, that kind of thing wouldn't have worried her so much, Cooper had dealt with more dangerous things than big damn wolves, but every time she closed her eyes, she saw him laying on the floor of the bar, unconscious, maybe even dead. Even half a bottle of Jack hadn't helped. So as soon as the sun rose, she was up. She decided to make breakfast simple, just some coffee and French toast and eggs.

"Honey, breakfast is ready," she called to Cooper as she set out plates for both of them. She hadn't bothered to get dressed neither, just wearing her robe over her nighty, her hair clubbed back from her face in a low, sloppy ponytail. She splashed some of the whiskey left in her bottle into her coffee and sat down to mostly stare at her food.

Twice in two days. Twice in two days she'd been in real danger of losing him. Belle closed her eyes and breathed out hard. She needed to find her damned nerve pills, but didn't have the slightest idea where their kidnappers had put them, if they'd even sent them along. She'd heard too many people call them placebos and tell her they was just sugar, but right now she needed something.