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Gabriel reluctantly got out of bed, making his way over to his closet. He pulled out a suit and began to change into it. Paris was gone now and they were left with the reality of the cold cell room. Definitely a disappointment. He would have liked to spend all day in bed with her (at least the second time had gone better for both of them) but they had both agreed that if they stayed in his room for too long, Angela and Noah would become suspicious.

And neither one of them wanted that.

Especially when Candice's dead corpse was still on the floor in a fat, bloody mess.

He pulled on his coat before he began to work on fixing his tie. "So what are we doing next?" He asked curiously.

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She giggled softly against his mouth, and couldn't manage to do anything but hold onto him, gaze up at him, her eyes soft and adoring. He was beaming down at her, and he was perfect. She was right. He was here to make everything okay again. More than okay.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

He smiled back at her, enjoying every moment as he held her gaze. She looked so beautiful, radiant even. Maybe loosing his memory hadn't been such a bad thing if it had brought her to him.