<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Miami PD</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>In Emily's car</strong></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“Oh! How unlucky! Well, let’s do something, soon.  Susan.  I will call you, I just don’t quite know what’s going to be happening for the next day or two.  What do you like to do?  Besides fixing people who need fixing and eating tacos?”  Emily smiled with her half-compliment/half tease.  </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">It was funny how even a simple reference like that, to something they’d said, between the two of them, created a little mutual thing; a tiny bond.  </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“We could eat, or do you like sailing?  Swimming?”</span><br/><br/>