RP Log | Prenatal Yoga, Colin Ledger and Grandma Eames
Set for 19th July 2011
Megan Wheeler: *Wheeler is in line with Alex at the smoothie shop*
Alex Eames: *standing with Megan, nicely refreshed after yoga*
Megan Wheeler: That was nice.
Alex Eames: *smiles* It was. Glad you came?
Megan Wheeler: I am. *smirks, goes to order her smoothie*
Alex Eames: *smirks back* Good. *waits for her turn to order hers*
Alex Eames: *but knows which one she wants*
Megan Wheeler: *orders, waits for it to be made*
Alex Eames: *orders hers* So, how have you been?
Megan Wheeler: Pretty good....busy with work....
Megan Wheeler: ....same things as always, really.
Alex Eames: *nods with a smirky smile* Yes, I suppose that is true. It's always work, work, work.
Megan Wheeler: And not even a pregnancy will stop that. Generally. Unless you have your kid while you're working. Which. I really hope not to do.
Alex Eames: *smiles and then chuckles* Could you imagine that? No, best to wait until you finish work to have the kid.
Megan Wheeler: *shakes her head*
Megan Wheeler: *gets her smoothie*
Alex Eames: *still waiting for hers* How's Logan?
Megan Wheeler: A pain in my ass...I mean, uh, good.
Alex Eames: *asking because she hasn't seen him around much lately - he hasn't been bugging her about watching porn at work*
Alex Eames: When isn't he a pain in your ass? *smirks, teasing*
Megan Wheeler: Actually he hasn't been that bad. He's been busy with his kids, actually.....
Alex Eames: *smiles at that* *nods* I get that.
Megan Wheeler: *they sit down with their smoothies* Hey, how's Ellie?
Alex Eames: *smiles* She's doing good. She turns three next month and keeps telling everyone.
Megan Wheeler: Wow...And Isabel just had a birthday....Everyone's getting bigger....which means we're getting older.
Alex Eames: *chuckles* Terrifying. Unfortunately, I really am getting older. It's my birthday next month, too.
Megan Wheeler: Oh, is it? What day?
Alex Eames: Yes. The 22nd. *little dramatic sigh*
Megan Wheeler: *smirk* I'm sure you'll be ancient.
Alex Eames: Not ancient. Not yet. I leave that for the likes of Munch and Logan. *smirks back* I'm just slightly out of the 'young' category.
Megan Wheeler: *laughs* Good to know.
Alex Eames: You'll get there. *chuckles*
Megan Wheeler: *just then, her phone rings and she goes to answer it - without looking at the screen* Wheeler.
Alex Eames: *sips her smoothie as Megan asnwers her phone*
Megan Wheeler: *her face seems to get paler as she listens, then abruptly, she jabs at the 'end call' button, repeatedly, flinging the phone on the table like it's on fire*
Alex Eames: *concerned frown* Are you okay? Who was that? *eyes the phone and then looks back at her*
Megan Wheeler: *staring at the table* A collect call from *name of federal penitentiary, which Alex would obviously recognize, being a cop and all*
Alex Eames: *she does* I see. Has he tried to call you before? *said quietly*
Megan Wheeler : *shakes her head*
Alex Eames: *thinks for a moment* Hopefully this will be his only call - you didn't take it, that has to send a clear message back.
Megan Wheeler: .....yeah....*still shocked*
Alex Eames: You gonna be okay? *concerned*
Megan Wheeler: I...maybe...I shouldn't have hung up....
Alex Eames: *pause* No? *leaves her to decide whether she wants to say why or not*
Megan Wheeler: I--I still want to know.....why......I mean...I could guess why. You give me a perp who did this and I could tell you why he probably did this...but....
Alex Eames: You want to hear it from him.
Megan Wheeler: *nods*
Alex Eames: If you really wanted to, you could visit him and ask?
Alex Eames: *softly supportive, offering an alternative*
Megan Wheeler: ---I can't. Not--till the trial is over and done with.....
Alex Eames: *knows that could take months, too* Ah, I see. *sympathetic nod*
Megan Wheeler: ....and I guess I just--want it to be on my terms.
Alex Eames: That makes sense. *nods* It should be.
Megan Wheeler: I mean--calling--my cell phone....I could've been at work....at a scene....*runs herh ands through her hair*
Alex Eames: *nods* If there were to be a phone conversation, it should be you who called him.
Alex Eames: *surprised that he even rang her at all*
Alex Eames: *thinking 'cheeky bastard'*
Megan Wheeler: Part of me...is afraid, too....afraid that...*looks at her hands*
Alex Eames: Afraid of what? *quiet, concerned*
Megan Wheeler: My mom once said...that if my dad had shown back up....even--if she knew the things he'd done---she'd have taken him back, because--she didn't want to do everything on her own--she was....tired and lonely and--
Alex Eames : You're afraid that you would want him back for the same reason?
Megan Wheeler: That--that I would take him back for that reason, yeah.
Alex Eames : *nods, though she doesn't really know what she would do if it were her* Do you think you would want to?
Megan Wheeler: If I say yes, I have no self-respect, no dignity, really....
Alex Eames : I--*pauses* I don't think you'll need him back. *because she thinks Megan is strong enough and not all that alone either*
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Megan Wheeler: *just looks down at her hands*
Megan Wheeler: *she' doesn't really feel strong*
Alex Eames: Maybe you don't feel that way now *little smile* but you will get through this.
Megan Wheeler: *nods*
Megan Wheeler: *quietly* That's what my mom keeps telling me....I just....I see what it did to her--what my dad...did to her. I don't want that to be me.
Megan Wheeler: *clears her throat* But you're right. I'm--I'm not her...
Alex Eames: *small smile and nods* And you have your mom. *so, you know, she's not all on her own without support*
Megan Wheeler: And my sister. *pauses, with a smirk* And the captain, who has volunteered for diaper duty. Which I'm completely taking him up on, even if he regrets it.
Alex Eames: *laughs at this* Captain Ross has volunteered for diaper duty? Take him up on it every chance you get. *amused by this oh. so. much*
Megan Wheeler: *nods* I plan to.
Alex Eames: Good. *smiles*
Megan Wheeler: *sips her smoothie, a hand resting on her stomach*
Megan Wheeler: When do you find out the baby's gender?
Alex Eames: Hopefully at the 20-week appointment. *small smile*
Megan Wheeler: Oh, right. *nods like, 'I knew that'*
Alex Eames: I may have to have my appointment bumped up by a week just to save time, I think. But yeah. Are you going to find out the baby's gender?
Megan Wheeler: *thinks* I'm not sure.
Megan Wheeler: Have you gotten any closer on names?
Alex Eames: Not really any closer, no. Just more suggestions from others that I don't like the sound of.
Megan Wheeler: Of course. It's already started from my mom and sister, too.
Alex Eames: Oh yeah, they start the moment you announce you're pregnant. *smirky smile* It's not always that helpful... for me, anyway.
Megan Wheeler: *nods* My mom keeps giving me popular name suggestions. I'm pretty sure she chose Megan Ann from a top ten list from my birth year or something....
Alex Eames: But I like Megan Ann *smirks, but nods with a smile after*
Megan Wheeler (21:46:30): *laughs* Thanks. *pause* What's your middle name?
Alex Eames: *chuckles* You're welcome. *shakes her head* I don't have a middle name. By the time I came around, my parents got bored naming children. *smirks*
Megan Wheeler: Aw, how sad.
Alex Eames: It's okay. I shorten my name as it is. *chuckles*
Megan Wheeler: True.
Alex Eames: *smiles and sips her smoothie*
Megan Wheeler: *drinking hers, too*
Alex Eames: Have you decided on any names?
Megan Wheeler): ....not yet. My mom gave me a book....I haven't started looking through it.
Alex Eames: *nods* *her phone rings, having probably rung before but this time she picks it up* Hello?
Alex Eames: *into the phone* No, I'm not by myself. Why? *pauses* What happened? Is she okay? *another long pause, where the colour on her face is draining*
Megan Wheeler: *watches her, with concern*
Alex Eames: I--I *listening some more* I'll be there. *slowly pulls the phone away from her ear, not looking over at Megan so much as she's staring through her for a moment*
Megan Wheeler: ...Alex?
Alex Eames: *shakes her head, blinks back the tears in her eyes* Can you--*clears her throat* drive me to the Sacred Heart hosptal? *doesn't trust herself to drive*
Megan Wheeler: *nods, gets up, grabbing her bag, throwing away their trash*
Alex Eames: *takes a moment to take a few deep breaths and then stands up, instinctively helping her throw away their rubbish*
Megan Wheeler: What--happened? *quietly*
Alex Eames: My mom... *swallows* She was rushed to the hospital and...
Megan Wheeler: *her concern grows, assuming the worst*....let's go. *is normally not touchyfeely at all, but puts a hand to Alex's elbow*
Alex Eames: *takes a bit of comfort in that* *nods and goes with her to the car*
Megan Wheeler: *gets the keys from Alex, as it is ALex's car, gets in the driver seat, starts driving. Fortunately, Megan is a good driver who actually knows where they are going*
Alex Eames: *quietly gives her the keys, and quietly sits in the passenger seat*
Alex Eames: *feeling many things, just stares out the window at first*
Megan Wheeler: *drives, efficiently, occasionally glancing over at her*
Alex Eames: *eventually she glances over at Megan, too. Anxious to get there, but afraid her mother is already gone - doesn't say that though*
Megan Wheeler: ....too bad you don't have a siren.
Megan Wheeler: *small smile*
Alex Eames: *sad smile* Yeah. I should have learned to keep one with me...
Alex Eames: *so grateful for the distraction*
Megan Wheeler: I've been partnered with Logan for too long. I tihnk we use our siren for everything.
Alex Eames: Knowing Logan, he'd want to use the siren to get cake and porn DVDs.
Alex Eames: Or to pick up Isabel and Kit. *small smile*
Megan Wheeler: .....it's donuts, okay?
Alex Eames: *looks at her with a tiny smirky smile - it's small, it doesn't quite reach her eyes, but it's there* My mistake.
Megan Wheeler: *they get to the hospital, Megan drives around to the ER entrance to drop Alex off* I'll go park the car...
Alex Eames: *nods slowly and gets out the car* Okay... Thank you.
Megan Wheeler: *just nods and drives off--not thinking she needs to be thanked for anything*
Alex Eames: *rushes into the ER, trying to find where her sister-in-law is since that's who called her*
Megan Wheeler: *Megan parks the car and then goes into the ER - because...well, firstly she has no ride home and secondly, Alex is her friend.*
Alex Eames: *had found her SIL quite quickly, but it had been too late. Now she was sitting down on one of the chairs in the waiting room with her.*
Alex Eames: *looking very numb, trying to keep her emotions in check*
Megan Wheeler: *comes back in, goes over, concerned but face neutral and calm, is holding Alex's car keys*
Alex Eames: *blinks back any tears and looks up at Megan when she approaches*
Megan Wheeler: Hey. *softly* How--is she? *careful*
Alex Eames: *shakes her head slowly* No.
Megan Wheeler: I'm so sorry....*pauses* Do you--have you called David?
Alex Eames: *alarmed look on her face* I didn't think -- No, I haven't.
Megan Wheeler: I can do it, if you'd like....
Alex Eames: *gives her grateful look* Please. I'd--I appreciate that.
Megan Wheeler: *takes out her cell phone, goes off to the other corner of the waiting room where it's quieter, calls David's cell phone*
David Dresden: *answering the phone whilst talking to Ellie* --don't need to. Yo?
Megan Wheeler: Hey, David. It's Megan Wheeler. *like, two names, not just the last name....her tone reserved....and he would know she's been out with Alex*
David Dresden: *pauses* Hey... Megan Wheeler. *said slowly* What's up? *knows all of that but not sure what she could be calling for at all*
Megan Wheeler: *still reserved, careful* I'm with Alex right now--she's okay---*gets that out of the way first*---but we're at the Sacred Heart Hospital....Her mother had to be rushed here. She--she didn't make it.
David Dresden: *pauses as he lets that sink in* I need to find someone to take Ellie, but I'll be there as soon as I can.
Megan Wheeler: Bring her--I can watch her.
David Dresden: *doesn't even debate this* Thank you. I'm on my way. *puts the phone down quickly and grabs the Ellie*
Megan Wheeler: *goes back to where Alex and her sister-in-law are*
Alex Eames: *leaning forward, resting her head in her hands*
Megan Wheeler: David is on his way.
Alex Eames: *nods and sits back up* Thank you.
Megan Wheeler: *nods* I'm going to watch Ellie for as long as you guys need...so I'll wait around for him to get here....*well, she'd have waited with Alex as long as alex wanted, too*
Alex Eames: *realises that she hadn't even thought about a babysitter for Ellie either* *small, sad smile* Thanks.
Megan Wheeler: *just nods again, sits down*
Katie Eames: *smiles, too* Do--do you guys want anything to drink? *needs to go check on her husband and her father-in-law anyway and figures she can leave Alex with Megan*
Megan Wheeler: I'm good, thanks.
Katie Eames: *nods, quietly gets up to leave, squeezing Alex's shoulder before she goes*
Alex Eames: *leans back in the chair a little, takes a deep breath*
Megan Wheeler: *doesn't say anything*
Alex Eames: *doesn't need her to*
*a little while later, David shows up, holding Ellie's hand as they walk down the coridoor*
Megan Wheeler: *stands up*
David Dresden: *spots them and heads toward them*
Ellie Eames: *spots Alex and tries to run ahead but David stops her*
Megan Wheeler: *waits for others to talk*
Ellie Eames: *pulls herself free of David and runs over to Alex* Momma!
David Dresden: Hey *to Megan, but he watches Alex as she greets Ellie with a hug*
Megan Wheeler: Hey..
Megan Wheeler: So...you have two cars here. I can take Alex's *still has the keys* and bring it back to you whenever you want Ellie back....
David Dresden: *remembers to sort this out first and nods to Megan* Yeah. You got the keys?
Alex Eames: *stands up as well, ignoring shaky legs*
Megan Wheeler: I do. *waves to Ellie, smiling at her* Hi, Ellie...
Ellie Eames: *lets go of Alex and smiles up at Megan. Ellie is wearing a dress that she insisted she get to wear* Hiiii.
David Dresden: *David went to Alex's side as soon as Ellie was standing with Megan*
David Dresden: Is it okay to have her until tomorrow morning? *since it's evening now*
Megan Wheeler: Of course. *then kneels down so she can see Ellie better/so that Ellie can actually look in her eyes, smiles again* Hey, Ellie, how would you like to hang out with me for a bit? Mommy and Daddy have to do some work, so I told them you could come to my house to play
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Ellie Eames: Okay, Meggin, we can go play. *like, yes, you have my permission to do this*
Alex Eames: *shakes her head to try not to cry and turns away from Ellie so she doesn't have to watch that*
Megan Wheeler: *grins* Awesome. Do you like pizza? I was thinking about having pizza and ice cream for dinner....
David Dresden: *gestures to Megan that he and Alex are just gonna leave quietly*
Ellie Eames: *beams* Mmmmm.
Megan Wheeler): *nods to David without really turning her head* Great....let's get going...*stands back up, holds her hand out to Ellie*
Ellie Eames: *takes her hand* You gonna look affer me?
Megan Wheeler: I am.....Your mommy even let me use her car so I can drive us and you can sit in your car seat. *jingles the car keys*
Ellie Eames: My mommy's car? *big eyed*
Megan Wheeler: That's right. She's letting me borrow it.
Ellie Eames: Letss go-ooooo. *drags Megan, not like she knows where they're going*
Megan Wheeler: *laughs, lets her do that, but steers them toward the parking lot, and once there, to the car*
Megan Wheeler: *gets Ellie buckled in and all that, starts driving*
Megan Wheeler: What did you do today, Ellie?
Ellie Eames: I banged my head an' I play wiv Nathan.
Megan Wheeler: You banged your head? Doing what?
Ellie Eames: Onna table. *like, duh*
Megan Wheeler: Ohhh, the table should be more careful or it's going to get banged up if it keeps running into you.
Ellie Eames: Yah, Daddy tell'ed the table off.
Megan Wheeler: *laughs*
Ellie Eames: *continues to inform her about dangerous tables like Megan couldn't possibly know*
Megan Wheeler: Wowww. *is AMAZED at all of this, or at least, sounds like she is*
Ellie Eames: Yaaaaahhh. *IS amazed*
Megan Wheeler: *they get to Megan's neighborhood, Megan finds a place to park and parks, gets out, unbuckles Ellie - or helps her if she needs it*
Ellie Eames: *bounces out the car and goes to rush off in whatever direction*
Megan Wheeler: *takes her by the hand, up to her apartment*
Ellie Eames: *goes with her* An' will mommy an' daddy come hab pizza wiv us, too, Meggin?! *as they go up to her apartment*
Megan Wheeler: No....Mommy and Daddy have to work pretty late....
Ellie Eames: Whyyyy? *sad face*
Megan Wheeler: Because they have to....Do you want to watch a movie? There's a bunch on the TV that you can choose from.
Ellie Eames: Eemo? *hopeful*
Megan Wheeler: I'm sure there is...*lets them into the apartment...It's nicely furnished -- nothing fancy, pretty practical stuff, but nice -- blue couch, stereo system, flat-screen tv (not a huge one or anything), dining area/ktichen - table w/ a couple of chairs*
Ellie Eames: *runs in*
Ellie Eames: *explores the place*
Megan Wheeler): *lets her, as there is not much to explore....down the hall is the bathroom and two bedrooms -- one is Megan's, and it's got a queen-sized bed, more blue decore, with some red highlights, and the second room is empty, save for a wooden crib that looks not quite antique, but not new*
Ellie Eames: *goes up to the wooden crib and tries to climb in*
Megan Wheeler: *peeks in, sees this, chuckles*...are you a baby?
Ellie Eames: *there's a crib at her house, too, and she climbs in it sometimes -- and keeps all of her toys as far away from it as possible* Noooooo.
Megan Wheeler: *laughs* That's where my baby is going to sleep.
Megan Wheeler: *motions to her belly*
Ellie Eames: You has baybee? *stares at her*
Ellie Eames: Like mommy?
Megan Wheeler): I do. *pats her stomach*
Ellie Eames: *big eyes* Baybee stay away from my toys.
Megan Wheeler: *laughs* Don't worry. Your mommy's baby' is going to get plenty of toys of his own. So is mine. Just like you did when you were a baby.
Ellie Eames: *lets go of the crib, appears to be comforted by this*
Megan Wheeler: Do you want to come pick a movie out?
Ellie Eames: *thinks about it* Okay.
Ellie Eames: Eeeee-mo.
Megan Wheeler: *goes with her to the living room, turns on the TV and Netflix Instant, scrolls through till she finds an Elmo movie, puts it on*
Ellie Eames: *stands in front of the couch, and squeals* *totally taken in with Elmo on the TV*
Megan Wheeler: *goes to order pizza*
Ellie Eames: *after a bit, she remembers that she wants her Elmo toy and goes to Megan* Meggin. Meggin. Meggin. *pulls on her arm*
Megan Wheeler: Yes, sweetie?
Ellie Eames: Where Eemo? *sad face*
Megan Wheeler: He's there on the TV....*points*
Ellie Eames: *shakes her head* No. MY Eemo.
Megan Wheeler: *takes a lucky guess*....your Elmo doll?
Ellie Eames: Yah, Eemo. *sad face*
Megan Wheeler: He's not here, sweetie. He's at your house...You can see him when you go home. He'll be waiting for you.
Ellie Eames: *looks ready to cry* Eemo...
Megan Wheeler: Hey, look--he's still up there on TV.....*points to the TV, hoping to distract her, as Elmo sings and dances around*
Ellie Eames: Yah, Eemo. *sniff* *runs to the TV and practically sticks her nose on the screen*
Megan Wheeler: *lets her do that*
Megan Wheeler: *pizza arrives, goes to get it*
Megan Wheeler: *pays, brings it in* do you want to eat out here in the living room while we watch Elmo?
Ellie Eames: *turns when she comes back and eyes the pizza boxes* PIZZAAAA
Ellie Eames: Okay. Okay. Okay. *rushes over to her*
Megan Wheeler: Hold on, let me get plates.... *cuts up Ellie's pizza into a few more manageable pieces, also pours her some juice, brings it back to the living room, sets it on the coffee table*
Ellie Eames: OOOOH. *a little bit confused with the seating but totally goes with it, excited* Mmmmm. *immediately grabs for pizza*
Megan Wheeler: *eats her own, too, watches Elmo with her*
Ellie Eames: *making a MESS**nom nom nom*
Megan Wheeler: *gives her a napkin* *and at some point, the buzzer rings, Megan goes to answer the door*
Ellie Eames: *meh, napkin* *that just ends up on the floor*
Ellie Eames: *looks over at the door though and rushes toward it*
Megan Wheeler: *answers the door, with Ellie right at her side...It's Danny Ross! What!*
Danny Ross: *raises his brows* Hi, Megan....Hi, Ellie.
Megan Wheeler: Hey....*wondering what he's doing here*....Ellie, you know Captain Danny, right?
Ellie Eames: *pizza!sauce grin* Hiiiii 'anny
Danny Ross: *smiles at Ellie* Wow, you get to hang out with Megan...how did that happen?
Ellie Eames: Yah, Meggin sees Eemo wiv me.
Ellie Eames: You see Eemo? *points to TV, inviting him to watch Elmo*
Danny Ross: Oh, I've seen Elmo.
Ellie Eames: *bounces* Eeeee. *rushes back to the TV because her pizza is there* Come see Eemo.
Danny Ross: *is amused, follows her* Where's your mommy and daddy?
Ellie Eames: *looks up at him* Mommy an' Daddy go work.
Danny Ross: They do? *gives Megan a look - knows David would be off by now since IAB is more structured than other departments, and didn't tihnk Alex was doing any Major Case stuff that required her to be out and about at the moment*
Megan Wheeler: ......yeah, I'll fill you in in a minute...
Ellie Eames (19:59:45): Yah, they -do- *said importantly, this is FACT* I stay wiv Meggin and we hab pizza. *holds up some remnant of a pizza slice on her hand*
Danny Ross: *smiles* I can see that.
Megan Wheeler: Do you want any? There's some in the kitchen.....
Danny Ross:....that actually sounds good....
Megan Wheeler: I'll help you with that. *because she wants to talk to him out of earshot, goes with him*
Ellie Eames: *stays with Elmo and finishes her pizza* *not really registering that they've left yet*
*the grown ups are gone for like ten minutes....When they come back, Megan is quiet, sits on the couch with her pizza and beer...Danny sits down with his as well*
Ellie Eames: *still blissfully unaware of what's going on, but has most definitely made a mess* *the table is covered in pizza sauce* *and she's got pizza finger print on the TV*
Megan Wheeler: *Megan doesn't immediately notice, but Danny does*
Danny Ross:....hey, Ellie, does your mommy let you eat like that at home* *meaning in the living room - because he doesnt think Ellie's got hte hang of that yet*
Ellie Eames: Yah. *nope, never eats in the living room* I eat.
Ellie Eames: Like dis *holds out hands and then plants them on her mouth*
Danny Ross: *laughs* Why don't we put Elmo on pause for a minute and go wash our hands? *Danny!look - kind, but authoritative*
Ellie Eames: You still eat. *goes over to him and checks his plate* *because, you know, you wash your hands when you're done, not before*
Danny Ross: Okay, let's go wash _your_hands - they're very messy.
Ellie Eames: *giggles* Okay! *she likes cleaning her hands*
Danny Ross: *Ross takes her to the restroom to wash her hands*
Ellie Eames: *goes with him* *trying to get to the sink*
Danny Ross: *helps her up so she can reach*
Ellie Eames: Dank youuuu. *splashes water everywhere*
Danny Ross: You're welcome.
Ellie Eames: Done. *shows him her clean hands*
Danny Ross: Good job.
Ellie Eames: *runs out the bathroom* Meggin, Meggin.
Megan Wheeler: *glances up, puts on a smile* Yeah?
Ellie Eames: You take me home now?
Megan Wheeler: Your mommy and daddy are still working, kiddo.
Ellie Eames: *disappointed* Noooooo. *starts to cry*
Megan Wheeler: ....hey, it's okay....*goes over to Ellie, kneels down so she's eye-level with her* you don't want to hang out and watch more Elmo? Or eat ice cream?
Ellie Eames: I miss mommy. *teary eyed and red faced* Ice cream?
Megan Wheeler: Yes, chocolate ice cream.
Ellie Eames: *still crying* Schocolate?
Megan Wheeler: That's rgiht.
Ellie Eames: *nodding with sniffles*
Megan Wheeler: *squeezes her arm gently, smiles* C'mon. Do you want to help me? You can put the chocolate syrup on if you want..
Ellie Eames: *sniffles and nods* I help. I help. *clings to Megan*
Megan Wheeler): *holds her hand, leads her into the kitchen*
Danny Ross: *watches elmo*
Ellie Eames: *goes with her, leaving Danny with Elmo*
Ellie Eames: *starts looking through the cupboards for the ice cream and things to help with*
Megan Wheeler: *grabs the bowls and spoons, puts them on the table, gets the ice cream out*
Ellie Eames: *climbs up on the chair so she can help* I help.
Megan Wheeler: Let me scoop and then you can put the sauce on, okay?
Ellie Eames: Okay! *prepares to pounce*
Megan Wheeler: *scoops the first bowl, hands her the bottle of sauce*
Ellie Eames: *shakes the bottle, nearly dropping it*
Ellie Eames: *tries to squeeze the sauce out on to the ice cream*
Megan Wheeler: *lets her do that, scoops ice cream into two more bowls*
Ellie Eames: Dats yours. *telling Megan which bowl will be hers after she's poured tons of sauce on it*
Megan Wheeler: Thanks....maybe not so much sauce on the other ones, okay?
Ellie Eames: Sauce good. *giggles*
Megan Wheeler: Yes, but only a little.
Ellie Eames: *nods* It iiiiis. *one bowl ends up with the tiniest amount of sauce*
Megan Wheeler: *chuckles at that, carries the bowls to the living room*
Ellie Eames: *goes ahead of her and announces to Danny* You hab ice cream to eat!
Danny Ross: wow, thank you....
Megan Wheeler: *gives Ellie one bowl, then sits next to Danny with their bowls....she takes some of the sauce from the overflowing with sauce bowl, heaps it onto the one with hardly any and passes him one*
Ellie Eames : *sits with her bowl* Yah, I made it.
Danny Ross: That was very nice of you.
Ellie Eames: I'mma g'girl.
Megan Wheeler: You are. *smiles*
Ellie Eames: *big grin, her face covered in chocolate sauce*
Danny Ross: Gosh, she's getting big.
Megan Wheeler: And there'll be another little Dresden kid running around shortly, too.
Ellie Eames: *licking sauce off her fingers*
Danny Ross: And a Wheeler kid to boot. *smirk*
Ellie Eames: *trying to lick the ice cream off her chin*
Ellie Eames: Mmmmm
Megan Wheeler: *laughs*
Ellie Eames: *laughing as she keeps trying* *basically, just sitting on the floor, covered in ice cream and apparently cracking herself up*
Megan Wheeler: *watching this, amused*
Danny Ross: *Danny is watching Elmo*
Ellie Eames: *stands up and walks over to them both with her bowl*
Megan Wheeler: Are you done?
Ellie Eames: Mmmmm. Yah. *has ice cream in her hair*
Megan Wheeler: ......I think we better give you a bath...
Ellie Eames: *huge eyes* Bath? *shakes her head*
Megan Wheeler: Yeah with bubbles.
Ellie Eames: Bobbles? *thinks about it*
Megan Wheeler: Yep.
Ellie Eames: Okay! *runs off to the bathroom and starts pulling her clothes off* *squealing really loudly*
Megan Wheeler: *laughing at that*
Danny Ross: I should probably get going....
Megan Wheeler: Megan: *nods* Thanks for stopping by...
Ellie Eames: *already climbing into the empty bath*
*Danny sees himself out, Megan goes to supervise bathtime*
Ellie Eames: Meggin, make the bobbles!
Megan Wheeler: I'm going to....*gets bubble bath out, turns water on, dumps bubbles in*
Ellie Eames: Yaaaaay! *trying to grab the bubbles*
Megan Wheeler: *lets her do this, goes to get a bath towel and a shirt for her to sleep in*
Ellie Eames: *playing with the bubbles, splashing them everywhere*
Megan Wheeler: *amused*
Ellie Eames: *holds out some bubbles to Megan* Here, you hab bobbles too.
Megan Wheeler: I will later, thank you.
Ellie Eames: *puts the bubbles on her own face instead*
Megan Wheeler: *laughs*
Ellie Eames: *giggles* Eeeee. *is all clean and turning wrinkly*
Megan Wheeler: *Wheeler is in line with Alex at the smoothie shop*
Alex Eames: *standing with Megan, nicely refreshed after yoga*
Megan Wheeler: That was nice.
Alex Eames: *smiles* It was. Glad you came?
Megan Wheeler: I am. *smirks, goes to order her smoothie*
Alex Eames: *smirks back* Good. *waits for her turn to order hers*
Alex Eames: *but knows which one she wants*
Megan Wheeler: *orders, waits for it to be made*
Alex Eames: *orders hers* So, how have you been?
Megan Wheeler: Pretty good....busy with work....
Megan Wheeler: ....same things as always, really.
Alex Eames: *nods with a smirky smile* Yes, I suppose that is true. It's always work, work, work.
Megan Wheeler: And not even a pregnancy will stop that. Generally. Unless you have your kid while you're working. Which. I really hope not to do.
Alex Eames: *smiles and then chuckles* Could you imagine that? No, best to wait until you finish work to have the kid.
Megan Wheeler: *shakes her head*
Megan Wheeler: *gets her smoothie*
Alex Eames: *still waiting for hers* How's Logan?
Megan Wheeler: A pain in my ass...I mean, uh, good.
Alex Eames: *asking because she hasn't seen him around much lately - he hasn't been bugging her about watching porn at work*
Alex Eames: When isn't he a pain in your ass? *smirks, teasing*
Megan Wheeler: Actually he hasn't been that bad. He's been busy with his kids, actually.....
Alex Eames: *smiles at that* *nods* I get that.
Megan Wheeler: *they sit down with their smoothies* Hey, how's Ellie?
Alex Eames: *smiles* She's doing good. She turns three next month and keeps telling everyone.
Megan Wheeler: Wow...And Isabel just had a birthday....Everyone's getting bigger....which means we're getting older.
Alex Eames: *chuckles* Terrifying. Unfortunately, I really am getting older. It's my birthday next month, too.
Megan Wheeler: Oh, is it? What day?
Alex Eames: Yes. The 22nd. *little dramatic sigh*
Megan Wheeler: *smirk* I'm sure you'll be ancient.
Alex Eames: Not ancient. Not yet. I leave that for the likes of Munch and Logan. *smirks back* I'm just slightly out of the 'young' category.
Megan Wheeler: *laughs* Good to know.
Alex Eames: You'll get there. *chuckles*
Megan Wheeler: *just then, her phone rings and she goes to answer it - without looking at the screen* Wheeler.
Alex Eames: *sips her smoothie as Megan asnwers her phone*
Megan Wheeler: *her face seems to get paler as she listens, then abruptly, she jabs at the 'end call' button, repeatedly, flinging the phone on the table like it's on fire*
Alex Eames: *concerned frown* Are you okay? Who was that? *eyes the phone and then looks back at her*
Megan Wheeler: *staring at the table* A collect call from *name of federal penitentiary, which Alex would obviously recognize, being a cop and all*
Alex Eames: *she does* I see. Has he tried to call you before? *said quietly*
Megan Wheeler : *shakes her head*
Alex Eames: *thinks for a moment* Hopefully this will be his only call - you didn't take it, that has to send a clear message back.
Megan Wheeler: .....yeah....*still shocked*
Alex Eames: You gonna be okay? *concerned*
Megan Wheeler: I...maybe...I shouldn't have hung up....
Alex Eames: *pause* No? *leaves her to decide whether she wants to say why or not*
Megan Wheeler: I--I still want to know.....why......I mean...I could guess why. You give me a perp who did this and I could tell you why he probably did this...but....
Alex Eames: You want to hear it from him.
Megan Wheeler: *nods*
Alex Eames: If you really wanted to, you could visit him and ask?
Alex Eames: *softly supportive, offering an alternative*
Megan Wheeler: ---I can't. Not--till the trial is over and done with.....
Alex Eames: *knows that could take months, too* Ah, I see. *sympathetic nod*
Megan Wheeler: ....and I guess I just--want it to be on my terms.
Alex Eames: That makes sense. *nods* It should be.
Megan Wheeler: I mean--calling--my cell phone....I could've been at work....at a scene....*runs herh ands through her hair*
Alex Eames: *nods* If there were to be a phone conversation, it should be you who called him.
Alex Eames: *surprised that he even rang her at all*
Alex Eames: *thinking 'cheeky bastard'*
Megan Wheeler: Part of me...is afraid, too....afraid that...*looks at her hands*
Alex Eames: Afraid of what? *quiet, concerned*
Megan Wheeler: My mom once said...that if my dad had shown back up....even--if she knew the things he'd done---she'd have taken him back, because--she didn't want to do everything on her own--she was....tired and lonely and--
Alex Eames : You're afraid that you would want him back for the same reason?
Megan Wheeler: That--that I would take him back for that reason, yeah.
Alex Eames : *nods, though she doesn't really know what she would do if it were her* Do you think you would want to?
Megan Wheeler: If I say yes, I have no self-respect, no dignity, really....
Alex Eames : I--*pauses* I don't think you'll need him back. *because she thinks Megan is strong enough and not all that alone either*
18 July 2011
Megan Wheeler: *just looks down at her hands*
Megan Wheeler: *she' doesn't really feel strong*
Alex Eames: Maybe you don't feel that way now *little smile* but you will get through this.
Megan Wheeler: *nods*
Megan Wheeler: *quietly* That's what my mom keeps telling me....I just....I see what it did to her--what my dad...did to her. I don't want that to be me.
Megan Wheeler: *clears her throat* But you're right. I'm--I'm not her...
Alex Eames: *small smile and nods* And you have your mom. *so, you know, she's not all on her own without support*
Megan Wheeler: And my sister. *pauses, with a smirk* And the captain, who has volunteered for diaper duty. Which I'm completely taking him up on, even if he regrets it.
Alex Eames: *laughs at this* Captain Ross has volunteered for diaper duty? Take him up on it every chance you get. *amused by this oh. so. much*
Megan Wheeler: *nods* I plan to.
Alex Eames: Good. *smiles*
Megan Wheeler: *sips her smoothie, a hand resting on her stomach*
Megan Wheeler: When do you find out the baby's gender?
Alex Eames: Hopefully at the 20-week appointment. *small smile*
Megan Wheeler: Oh, right. *nods like, 'I knew that'*
Alex Eames: I may have to have my appointment bumped up by a week just to save time, I think. But yeah. Are you going to find out the baby's gender?
Megan Wheeler: *thinks* I'm not sure.
Megan Wheeler: Have you gotten any closer on names?
Alex Eames: Not really any closer, no. Just more suggestions from others that I don't like the sound of.
Megan Wheeler: Of course. It's already started from my mom and sister, too.
Alex Eames: Oh yeah, they start the moment you announce you're pregnant. *smirky smile* It's not always that helpful... for me, anyway.
Megan Wheeler: *nods* My mom keeps giving me popular name suggestions. I'm pretty sure she chose Megan Ann from a top ten list from my birth year or something....
Alex Eames: But I like Megan Ann *smirks, but nods with a smile after*
Megan Wheeler (21:46:30): *laughs* Thanks. *pause* What's your middle name?
Alex Eames: *chuckles* You're welcome. *shakes her head* I don't have a middle name. By the time I came around, my parents got bored naming children. *smirks*
Megan Wheeler: Aw, how sad.
Alex Eames: It's okay. I shorten my name as it is. *chuckles*
Megan Wheeler: True.
Alex Eames: *smiles and sips her smoothie*
Megan Wheeler: *drinking hers, too*
Alex Eames: Have you decided on any names?
Megan Wheeler): ....not yet. My mom gave me a book....I haven't started looking through it.
Alex Eames: *nods* *her phone rings, having probably rung before but this time she picks it up* Hello?
Alex Eames: *into the phone* No, I'm not by myself. Why? *pauses* What happened? Is she okay? *another long pause, where the colour on her face is draining*
Megan Wheeler: *watches her, with concern*
Alex Eames: I--I *listening some more* I'll be there. *slowly pulls the phone away from her ear, not looking over at Megan so much as she's staring through her for a moment*
Megan Wheeler: ...Alex?
Alex Eames: *shakes her head, blinks back the tears in her eyes* Can you--*clears her throat* drive me to the Sacred Heart hosptal? *doesn't trust herself to drive*
Megan Wheeler: *nods, gets up, grabbing her bag, throwing away their trash*
Alex Eames: *takes a moment to take a few deep breaths and then stands up, instinctively helping her throw away their rubbish*
Megan Wheeler: What--happened? *quietly*
Alex Eames: My mom... *swallows* She was rushed to the hospital and...
Megan Wheeler: *her concern grows, assuming the worst*....let's go. *is normally not touchyfeely at all, but puts a hand to Alex's elbow*
Alex Eames: *takes a bit of comfort in that* *nods and goes with her to the car*
Megan Wheeler: *gets the keys from Alex, as it is ALex's car, gets in the driver seat, starts driving. Fortunately, Megan is a good driver who actually knows where they are going*
Alex Eames: *quietly gives her the keys, and quietly sits in the passenger seat*
Alex Eames: *feeling many things, just stares out the window at first*
Megan Wheeler: *drives, efficiently, occasionally glancing over at her*
Alex Eames: *eventually she glances over at Megan, too. Anxious to get there, but afraid her mother is already gone - doesn't say that though*
Megan Wheeler: ....too bad you don't have a siren.
Megan Wheeler: *small smile*
Alex Eames: *sad smile* Yeah. I should have learned to keep one with me...
Alex Eames: *so grateful for the distraction*
Megan Wheeler: I've been partnered with Logan for too long. I tihnk we use our siren for everything.
Alex Eames: Knowing Logan, he'd want to use the siren to get cake and porn DVDs.
Alex Eames: Or to pick up Isabel and Kit. *small smile*
Megan Wheeler: .....it's donuts, okay?
Alex Eames: *looks at her with a tiny smirky smile - it's small, it doesn't quite reach her eyes, but it's there* My mistake.
Megan Wheeler: *they get to the hospital, Megan drives around to the ER entrance to drop Alex off* I'll go park the car...
Alex Eames: *nods slowly and gets out the car* Okay... Thank you.
Megan Wheeler: *just nods and drives off--not thinking she needs to be thanked for anything*
Alex Eames: *rushes into the ER, trying to find where her sister-in-law is since that's who called her*
Megan Wheeler: *Megan parks the car and then goes into the ER - because...well, firstly she has no ride home and secondly, Alex is her friend.*
Alex Eames: *had found her SIL quite quickly, but it had been too late. Now she was sitting down on one of the chairs in the waiting room with her.*
Alex Eames: *looking very numb, trying to keep her emotions in check*
Megan Wheeler: *comes back in, goes over, concerned but face neutral and calm, is holding Alex's car keys*
Alex Eames: *blinks back any tears and looks up at Megan when she approaches*
Megan Wheeler: Hey. *softly* How--is she? *careful*
Alex Eames: *shakes her head slowly* No.
Megan Wheeler: I'm so sorry....*pauses* Do you--have you called David?
Alex Eames: *alarmed look on her face* I didn't think -- No, I haven't.
Megan Wheeler: I can do it, if you'd like....
Alex Eames: *gives her grateful look* Please. I'd--I appreciate that.
Megan Wheeler: *takes out her cell phone, goes off to the other corner of the waiting room where it's quieter, calls David's cell phone*
David Dresden: *answering the phone whilst talking to Ellie* --don't need to. Yo?
Megan Wheeler: Hey, David. It's Megan Wheeler. *like, two names, not just the last name....her tone reserved....and he would know she's been out with Alex*
David Dresden: *pauses* Hey... Megan Wheeler. *said slowly* What's up? *knows all of that but not sure what she could be calling for at all*
Megan Wheeler: *still reserved, careful* I'm with Alex right now--she's okay---*gets that out of the way first*---but we're at the Sacred Heart Hospital....Her mother had to be rushed here. She--she didn't make it.
David Dresden: *pauses as he lets that sink in* I need to find someone to take Ellie, but I'll be there as soon as I can.
Megan Wheeler: Bring her--I can watch her.
David Dresden: *doesn't even debate this* Thank you. I'm on my way. *puts the phone down quickly and grabs the Ellie*
Megan Wheeler: *goes back to where Alex and her sister-in-law are*
Alex Eames: *leaning forward, resting her head in her hands*
Megan Wheeler: David is on his way.
Alex Eames: *nods and sits back up* Thank you.
Megan Wheeler: *nods* I'm going to watch Ellie for as long as you guys need...so I'll wait around for him to get here....*well, she'd have waited with Alex as long as alex wanted, too*
Alex Eames: *realises that she hadn't even thought about a babysitter for Ellie either* *small, sad smile* Thanks.
Megan Wheeler: *just nods again, sits down*
Katie Eames: *smiles, too* Do--do you guys want anything to drink? *needs to go check on her husband and her father-in-law anyway and figures she can leave Alex with Megan*
Megan Wheeler: I'm good, thanks.
Katie Eames: *nods, quietly gets up to leave, squeezing Alex's shoulder before she goes*
Alex Eames: *leans back in the chair a little, takes a deep breath*
Megan Wheeler: *doesn't say anything*
Alex Eames: *doesn't need her to*
*a little while later, David shows up, holding Ellie's hand as they walk down the coridoor*
Megan Wheeler: *stands up*
David Dresden: *spots them and heads toward them*
Ellie Eames: *spots Alex and tries to run ahead but David stops her*
Megan Wheeler: *waits for others to talk*
Ellie Eames: *pulls herself free of David and runs over to Alex* Momma!
David Dresden: Hey *to Megan, but he watches Alex as she greets Ellie with a hug*
Megan Wheeler: Hey..
Megan Wheeler: So...you have two cars here. I can take Alex's *still has the keys* and bring it back to you whenever you want Ellie back....
David Dresden: *remembers to sort this out first and nods to Megan* Yeah. You got the keys?
Alex Eames: *stands up as well, ignoring shaky legs*
Megan Wheeler: I do. *waves to Ellie, smiling at her* Hi, Ellie...
Ellie Eames: *lets go of Alex and smiles up at Megan. Ellie is wearing a dress that she insisted she get to wear* Hiiii.
David Dresden: *David went to Alex's side as soon as Ellie was standing with Megan*
David Dresden: Is it okay to have her until tomorrow morning? *since it's evening now*
Megan Wheeler: Of course. *then kneels down so she can see Ellie better/so that Ellie can actually look in her eyes, smiles again* Hey, Ellie, how would you like to hang out with me for a bit? Mommy and Daddy have to do some work, so I told them you could come to my house to play
.
Ellie Eames: Okay, Meggin, we can go play. *like, yes, you have my permission to do this*
Alex Eames: *shakes her head to try not to cry and turns away from Ellie so she doesn't have to watch that*
Megan Wheeler: *grins* Awesome. Do you like pizza? I was thinking about having pizza and ice cream for dinner....
David Dresden: *gestures to Megan that he and Alex are just gonna leave quietly*
Ellie Eames: *beams* Mmmmm.
Megan Wheeler): *nods to David without really turning her head* Great....let's get going...*stands back up, holds her hand out to Ellie*
Ellie Eames: *takes her hand* You gonna look affer me?
Megan Wheeler: I am.....Your mommy even let me use her car so I can drive us and you can sit in your car seat. *jingles the car keys*
Ellie Eames: My mommy's car? *big eyed*
Megan Wheeler: That's right. She's letting me borrow it.
Ellie Eames: Letss go-ooooo. *drags Megan, not like she knows where they're going*
Megan Wheeler: *laughs, lets her do that, but steers them toward the parking lot, and once there, to the car*
Megan Wheeler: *gets Ellie buckled in and all that, starts driving*
Megan Wheeler: What did you do today, Ellie?
Ellie Eames: I banged my head an' I play wiv Nathan.
Megan Wheeler: You banged your head? Doing what?
Ellie Eames: Onna table. *like, duh*
Megan Wheeler: Ohhh, the table should be more careful or it's going to get banged up if it keeps running into you.
Ellie Eames: Yah, Daddy tell'ed the table off.
Megan Wheeler: *laughs*
Ellie Eames: *continues to inform her about dangerous tables like Megan couldn't possibly know*
Megan Wheeler: Wowww. *is AMAZED at all of this, or at least, sounds like she is*
Ellie Eames: Yaaaaahhh. *IS amazed*
Megan Wheeler: *they get to Megan's neighborhood, Megan finds a place to park and parks, gets out, unbuckles Ellie - or helps her if she needs it*
Ellie Eames: *bounces out the car and goes to rush off in whatever direction*
Megan Wheeler: *takes her by the hand, up to her apartment*
Ellie Eames: *goes with her* An' will mommy an' daddy come hab pizza wiv us, too, Meggin?! *as they go up to her apartment*
Megan Wheeler: No....Mommy and Daddy have to work pretty late....
Ellie Eames: Whyyyy? *sad face*
Megan Wheeler: Because they have to....Do you want to watch a movie? There's a bunch on the TV that you can choose from.
Ellie Eames: Eemo? *hopeful*
Megan Wheeler: I'm sure there is...*lets them into the apartment...It's nicely furnished -- nothing fancy, pretty practical stuff, but nice -- blue couch, stereo system, flat-screen tv (not a huge one or anything), dining area/ktichen - table w/ a couple of chairs*
Ellie Eames: *runs in*
Ellie Eames: *explores the place*
Megan Wheeler): *lets her, as there is not much to explore....down the hall is the bathroom and two bedrooms -- one is Megan's, and it's got a queen-sized bed, more blue decore, with some red highlights, and the second room is empty, save for a wooden crib that looks not quite antique, but not new*
Ellie Eames: *goes up to the wooden crib and tries to climb in*
Megan Wheeler: *peeks in, sees this, chuckles*...are you a baby?
Ellie Eames: *there's a crib at her house, too, and she climbs in it sometimes -- and keeps all of her toys as far away from it as possible* Noooooo.
Megan Wheeler: *laughs* That's where my baby is going to sleep.
Megan Wheeler: *motions to her belly*
Ellie Eames: You has baybee? *stares at her*
Ellie Eames: Like mommy?
Megan Wheeler): I do. *pats her stomach*
Ellie Eames: *big eyes* Baybee stay away from my toys.
Megan Wheeler: *laughs* Don't worry. Your mommy's baby' is going to get plenty of toys of his own. So is mine. Just like you did when you were a baby.
Ellie Eames: *lets go of the crib, appears to be comforted by this*
Megan Wheeler: Do you want to come pick a movie out?
Ellie Eames: *thinks about it* Okay.
Ellie Eames: Eeeee-mo.
Megan Wheeler: *goes with her to the living room, turns on the TV and Netflix Instant, scrolls through till she finds an Elmo movie, puts it on*
Ellie Eames: *stands in front of the couch, and squeals* *totally taken in with Elmo on the TV*
Megan Wheeler: *goes to order pizza*
Ellie Eames: *after a bit, she remembers that she wants her Elmo toy and goes to Megan* Meggin. Meggin. Meggin. *pulls on her arm*
Megan Wheeler: Yes, sweetie?
Ellie Eames: Where Eemo? *sad face*
Megan Wheeler: He's there on the TV....*points*
Ellie Eames: *shakes her head* No. MY Eemo.
Megan Wheeler: *takes a lucky guess*....your Elmo doll?
Ellie Eames: Yah, Eemo. *sad face*
Megan Wheeler: He's not here, sweetie. He's at your house...You can see him when you go home. He'll be waiting for you.
Ellie Eames: *looks ready to cry* Eemo...
Megan Wheeler: Hey, look--he's still up there on TV.....*points to the TV, hoping to distract her, as Elmo sings and dances around*
Ellie Eames: Yah, Eemo. *sniff* *runs to the TV and practically sticks her nose on the screen*
Megan Wheeler: *lets her do that*
Megan Wheeler: *pizza arrives, goes to get it*
Megan Wheeler: *pays, brings it in* do you want to eat out here in the living room while we watch Elmo?
Ellie Eames: *turns when she comes back and eyes the pizza boxes* PIZZAAAA
Ellie Eames: Okay. Okay. Okay. *rushes over to her*
Megan Wheeler: Hold on, let me get plates.... *cuts up Ellie's pizza into a few more manageable pieces, also pours her some juice, brings it back to the living room, sets it on the coffee table*
Ellie Eames: OOOOH. *a little bit confused with the seating but totally goes with it, excited* Mmmmm. *immediately grabs for pizza*
Megan Wheeler: *eats her own, too, watches Elmo with her*
Ellie Eames: *making a MESS**nom nom nom*
Megan Wheeler: *gives her a napkin* *and at some point, the buzzer rings, Megan goes to answer the door*
Ellie Eames: *meh, napkin* *that just ends up on the floor*
Ellie Eames: *looks over at the door though and rushes toward it*
Megan Wheeler: *answers the door, with Ellie right at her side...It's Danny Ross! What!*
Danny Ross: *raises his brows* Hi, Megan....Hi, Ellie.
Megan Wheeler: Hey....*wondering what he's doing here*....Ellie, you know Captain Danny, right?
Ellie Eames: *pizza!sauce grin* Hiiiii 'anny
Danny Ross: *smiles at Ellie* Wow, you get to hang out with Megan...how did that happen?
Ellie Eames: Yah, Meggin sees Eemo wiv me.
Ellie Eames: You see Eemo? *points to TV, inviting him to watch Elmo*
Danny Ross: Oh, I've seen Elmo.
Ellie Eames: *bounces* Eeeee. *rushes back to the TV because her pizza is there* Come see Eemo.
Danny Ross: *is amused, follows her* Where's your mommy and daddy?
Ellie Eames: *looks up at him* Mommy an' Daddy go work.
Danny Ross: They do? *gives Megan a look - knows David would be off by now since IAB is more structured than other departments, and didn't tihnk Alex was doing any Major Case stuff that required her to be out and about at the moment*
Megan Wheeler: ......yeah, I'll fill you in in a minute...
Ellie Eames (19:59:45): Yah, they -do- *said importantly, this is FACT* I stay wiv Meggin and we hab pizza. *holds up some remnant of a pizza slice on her hand*
Danny Ross: *smiles* I can see that.
Megan Wheeler: Do you want any? There's some in the kitchen.....
Danny Ross:....that actually sounds good....
Megan Wheeler: I'll help you with that. *because she wants to talk to him out of earshot, goes with him*
Ellie Eames: *stays with Elmo and finishes her pizza* *not really registering that they've left yet*
*the grown ups are gone for like ten minutes....When they come back, Megan is quiet, sits on the couch with her pizza and beer...Danny sits down with his as well*
Ellie Eames: *still blissfully unaware of what's going on, but has most definitely made a mess* *the table is covered in pizza sauce* *and she's got pizza finger print on the TV*
Megan Wheeler: *Megan doesn't immediately notice, but Danny does*
Danny Ross:....hey, Ellie, does your mommy let you eat like that at home* *meaning in the living room - because he doesnt think Ellie's got hte hang of that yet*
Ellie Eames: Yah. *nope, never eats in the living room* I eat.
Ellie Eames: Like dis *holds out hands and then plants them on her mouth*
Danny Ross: *laughs* Why don't we put Elmo on pause for a minute and go wash our hands? *Danny!look - kind, but authoritative*
Ellie Eames: You still eat. *goes over to him and checks his plate* *because, you know, you wash your hands when you're done, not before*
Danny Ross: Okay, let's go wash _your_hands - they're very messy.
Ellie Eames: *giggles* Okay! *she likes cleaning her hands*
Danny Ross: *Ross takes her to the restroom to wash her hands*
Ellie Eames: *goes with him* *trying to get to the sink*
Danny Ross: *helps her up so she can reach*
Ellie Eames: Dank youuuu. *splashes water everywhere*
Danny Ross: You're welcome.
Ellie Eames: Done. *shows him her clean hands*
Danny Ross: Good job.
Ellie Eames: *runs out the bathroom* Meggin, Meggin.
Megan Wheeler: *glances up, puts on a smile* Yeah?
Ellie Eames: You take me home now?
Megan Wheeler: Your mommy and daddy are still working, kiddo.
Ellie Eames: *disappointed* Noooooo. *starts to cry*
Megan Wheeler: ....hey, it's okay....*goes over to Ellie, kneels down so she's eye-level with her* you don't want to hang out and watch more Elmo? Or eat ice cream?
Ellie Eames: I miss mommy. *teary eyed and red faced* Ice cream?
Megan Wheeler: Yes, chocolate ice cream.
Ellie Eames: *still crying* Schocolate?
Megan Wheeler: That's rgiht.
Ellie Eames: *nodding with sniffles*
Megan Wheeler: *squeezes her arm gently, smiles* C'mon. Do you want to help me? You can put the chocolate syrup on if you want..
Ellie Eames: *sniffles and nods* I help. I help. *clings to Megan*
Megan Wheeler): *holds her hand, leads her into the kitchen*
Danny Ross: *watches elmo*
Ellie Eames: *goes with her, leaving Danny with Elmo*
Ellie Eames: *starts looking through the cupboards for the ice cream and things to help with*
Megan Wheeler: *grabs the bowls and spoons, puts them on the table, gets the ice cream out*
Ellie Eames: *climbs up on the chair so she can help* I help.
Megan Wheeler: Let me scoop and then you can put the sauce on, okay?
Ellie Eames: Okay! *prepares to pounce*
Megan Wheeler: *scoops the first bowl, hands her the bottle of sauce*
Ellie Eames: *shakes the bottle, nearly dropping it*
Ellie Eames: *tries to squeeze the sauce out on to the ice cream*
Megan Wheeler: *lets her do that, scoops ice cream into two more bowls*
Ellie Eames: Dats yours. *telling Megan which bowl will be hers after she's poured tons of sauce on it*
Megan Wheeler: Thanks....maybe not so much sauce on the other ones, okay?
Ellie Eames: Sauce good. *giggles*
Megan Wheeler: Yes, but only a little.
Ellie Eames: *nods* It iiiiis. *one bowl ends up with the tiniest amount of sauce*
Megan Wheeler: *chuckles at that, carries the bowls to the living room*
Ellie Eames: *goes ahead of her and announces to Danny* You hab ice cream to eat!
Danny Ross: wow, thank you....
Megan Wheeler: *gives Ellie one bowl, then sits next to Danny with their bowls....she takes some of the sauce from the overflowing with sauce bowl, heaps it onto the one with hardly any and passes him one*
Ellie Eames : *sits with her bowl* Yah, I made it.
Danny Ross: That was very nice of you.
Ellie Eames: I'mma g'girl.
Megan Wheeler: You are. *smiles*
Ellie Eames: *big grin, her face covered in chocolate sauce*
Danny Ross: Gosh, she's getting big.
Megan Wheeler: And there'll be another little Dresden kid running around shortly, too.
Ellie Eames: *licking sauce off her fingers*
Danny Ross: And a Wheeler kid to boot. *smirk*
Ellie Eames: *trying to lick the ice cream off her chin*
Ellie Eames: Mmmmm
Megan Wheeler: *laughs*
Ellie Eames: *laughing as she keeps trying* *basically, just sitting on the floor, covered in ice cream and apparently cracking herself up*
Megan Wheeler: *watching this, amused*
Danny Ross: *Danny is watching Elmo*
Ellie Eames: *stands up and walks over to them both with her bowl*
Megan Wheeler: Are you done?
Ellie Eames: Mmmmm. Yah. *has ice cream in her hair*
Megan Wheeler: ......I think we better give you a bath...
Ellie Eames: *huge eyes* Bath? *shakes her head*
Megan Wheeler: Yeah with bubbles.
Ellie Eames: Bobbles? *thinks about it*
Megan Wheeler: Yep.
Ellie Eames: Okay! *runs off to the bathroom and starts pulling her clothes off* *squealing really loudly*
Megan Wheeler: *laughing at that*
Danny Ross: I should probably get going....
Megan Wheeler: Megan: *nods* Thanks for stopping by...
Ellie Eames: *already climbing into the empty bath*
*Danny sees himself out, Megan goes to supervise bathtime*
Ellie Eames: Meggin, make the bobbles!
Megan Wheeler: I'm going to....*gets bubble bath out, turns water on, dumps bubbles in*
Ellie Eames: Yaaaaay! *trying to grab the bubbles*
Megan Wheeler: *lets her do this, goes to get a bath towel and a shirt for her to sleep in*
Ellie Eames: *playing with the bubbles, splashing them everywhere*
Megan Wheeler: *amused*
Ellie Eames: *holds out some bubbles to Megan* Here, you hab bobbles too.
Megan Wheeler: I will later, thank you.
Ellie Eames: *puts the bubbles on her own face instead*
Megan Wheeler: *laughs*
Ellie Eames: *giggles* Eeeee. *is all clean and turning wrinkly*