Fillets

As he lies on the grass, a small smile spreads on Justin's face. Maybe this had been the right thing to do. Maybe he would find out how to be a friend to Beth. "You're welcome."

Sitting up again, he goes back to his backpack and pulls out a small cutting board and some plastic bags. Next, he goes to retrieve one of the bass from his stringer. Getting a fillet knife from his pack as well, he turns his back to Beth as he sets the bass on the board so she can't see him cut into it. Working with it for a few minutes, everything not edible goes into one bag to be disposed of later. But the two thick, boneless fillets go into another ziploc bag. Taking his water bottle, he puts a little water in with them then seals the bag.

Cleaning up the area so animals wouldn't be attracted to it, he goes to Beth, squatting down next to her and holding out the bag. "I like to put them in flour and egg and fry them on the stove... but they'd be good any way you'd cook them." He smiles a little, offering her the meat. "I've got a small cooler you can borrow if you want too."

Chance looks down at Destiny and sighs. "Party pooper. You're as bad as he is."

Closing his eyes a moment, he enjoys her hand rubbing his back. "Mmm... you're wicked. You tell me to leave, yet you entice me to stay." Leaning down he gives her one last quick kiss before he sits back and off of Destiny, standing to wander over to the phone. "You win - I'll call just so he doesn't interrupt us again 'cause I know he will and it would probably be right in the good part of the movie next time." Going for the phone, he dials without even having to think about the number.

"Yeah, Toby. You don't have to holler, ya know - I was right here." Chance wanders the living room with the cordless phone in hand, checking out the window and wandering some more. "Hey, have a little more faith in me than that, will you? Alright, alright, I'm doing it now."

Going over to the desk, Chance opens his laptop and clicks a few keys. "Yeah, I see it. Well tell him to stop! He's gonna blow the whole case if he-" He sighs and shakes his head. "Alright, whatever. Yes, everything is fine since I talked to you last. Can I get a little trust here?"

He scoffs at whatever Toby's response was. "If I would have known you were gonna babysit me long distance with this thing- Oh that's right, I didn't have a choice did I? It was you who sent me here, so unless you've got another agent up your sleeve for the job, let me do it my way, alright?" He scowls at the reprimand he receives. "Yeah, fine. Yes, tomorrow night I'll touch base. I don't know why you can't just go through Reese - he's all over this too. I feel like you're ganging up on me. ...I'm not paranoid! Look, did you get your questions answered? And I got the email from Kirk so we're all set and I can hang up now."

Sighing, he rubs his eyes. "Yeah. Tomorrow, I got it." Grumbling to himself, he ends the call and sets the phone down a little harder than necessary. His job would be a whole lot easier if Toby would just get off his back.

Wandering back over to the couch, Chance flops down in his own corner, his mood having been spoiled. Reality was back - this wasn't a game. Staring at the television, he tries to bring his blood pressure back down. Was it really such a good idea to be this close to Destiny? Things could blow up at any moment and it would just make it harder if she was attached to him. But it was her own choice... right?

Opting to go back to his happy self, he turns and crawls back over to Destiny, giving her a crooked grin. "Now... where were we?"