| "Are you sure you want to come with me? You've been out in the field almost everyday for the last two weeks!" Michael exclaimed. Isabel Evans turned around slowly and then smiled brilliantly. She tucked her hair behind her ears and then touched the butt of the stun gun inserted snugly in the waistband of her designer jeans. "Yeah Michael, I want to come. You have a problem with that?" Since Michael Guerin and Maria DeLuca had returned to Roswell, business did indeed pick up. It was more than just them being the only bail bonding agents in town, although that did give them an edge. Having Maria DeLuca on board gave them a familiar name. A respected name. Isabel shook her head and thought briefly about her brother. In the months that Liz had been gone, Max continued his education and she knew he was waiting for the day that Liz Parker came back to Roswell. "No I don't have a problem with that," Michael rolled his eyes. "But if you think you're driving-" "Oh my God!" Maria DeLuca exclaimed and placed her hands on the teakwood desk she was sitting at. "Would you two just get the hell out of here? I have a ton of filing to do and you guys are making me freakin' crazy with all that bickering!" "Sorry babe," Michael winked at her. With long strides he closed the distance between them and kissed the top of her head. "I wish you were going too." "You and me both," she sighed and pushed herself up using her hands on the desk for leverage exposing her swollen stomach. A T-shirt stretched tight over her belly had the words 'Future Bounty Hunter On Board' emblazoned on it. "Soon Guerin, very soon." She rubbed her belly as Michael leaned over and kissed it. "Now go!" Michael smiled and walked to the door where Isabel was waiting. He looked once more over his shoulder and admired the mother of his child. His partner. A real life bad ass bounty hunter. The End |
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