After about 8 minutes, Gerard stubs out his last cigarette on the brick wall beside him and puts the filter in the box. “Shit. I’m out. I need to pick some up at the store today,” he muses, scratching at his chin as he unlocks the door. He steps inside and pauses, looking around furtively. “Good, she must be getting dressed or something. Well, I’d better take a shower and brush my teeth so she doesn’t smell the smoke when we go out later.”<br/><br/>He then silently steps towards his room and quickly steps inside. Casually, he tosses the empty pack onto the desk and pulls off his shirt. Gerard pauses and pokes at the stab mark on his right pec. “Jesus, that was a close one,” He shakes his head in remembrance of his first night walking the beat.<br/><br/>He had stopped a drug deal going down and pursued the suspect. Right when he was about to arrest the man, the drug dealer had pulled a knife and stabbed him before getting away. If it wasn’t for a passing civilian, Gerard wouldn’t be there right now.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">As a matter of fact, I better respond to her text. She might get worried,</span>he thinks with a sly grin. He pulls out his phone and takes off his pants, tosses them to the side and bends over to remove his underwear. As he does so, he hears the bathroom door open and he turns, underwear around his knees, eyes widened in shock before diving behind the bed with a very ungraceful, “Urp!”<br/><br/>He yanks the covers off of his bed and calls out, “Sis? You have a bathroom in your bedroom. It’s the door next to the closet.”