Pieces

Somewhere in the middle of Angelica's talking, David is far away, half listening. Instead of his eyes on the papers, they were lingering on his hand where she'd brushed against him. Sighing, he realizes she's stopped talking. "Hmm? Oh... no, I think we're even. I think we got everything covered that we can at this point." 

Returning to his partially warm food, he takes another bite. "We do need some harder facts though. We need to get a hold on something written... an agreement... money changing hands... financial records... anything that would prove the hidden dealings. Anyone like this always messes up somewhere or misses something. They think they've got it covered, but eventually..." He gestures with his fork. "Eventually they slip up. Voicemails... text messages... things they don't think anybody else will ever see."

Leaning back, he looks into Angelica's eyes, seeing their spark. She loved this work even more than he did, if that was possible. A grin tweaks the corner of his mouth. "You're having way too much fun with this."

Nodding, he thinks some more. "If this guy of yours wants to do more digging, let him. Just have him be careful. If he got this far without getting caught, I got a pretty good idea he's good."

JT had thought his heart couldn't hurt more, but he'd been wrong. Seeing Bree's tears and hearing her words, his heart feels like it's breaking into a million pieces. As she lies her head in his lap, he rubs her shoulders and runs a hand through her hair. "It's okay, Bree... it's okay," he soothes.


Taking her hands, he stops her from hitting the ground anymore, and he pulls her in even closer so he can wrap his arms around her. "Everything's going to work out, you'll see. You'll get to see Gunner again, I promise."


Rocking a little, he closes his eyes, begging God to end this pain, if not his own, then just Bree's. "Shh... just relax. It'll be okay."

"Tyler." Sparky grins and cocks his head, looking down at Faith. His tone is deep and mellow. "For some reason, I don't mind it when you call me that."

Reaching out, he brushes the side of her face with his hand. "Why can't just one thing in life be simple? Why do people have to go and make it more complicated than it has to be?"

Pursing his lips, he gives a little sigh, but doesn't break eye contact. "What do you think, Faith? Is it worth a go? Or is heartache down the road for both of us? Tell me now because I'm so close to the edge that if another second passes and it ends up failing, I'll never find all the pieces of my heart again."