Nick Delveccio yawned and stretched
as he walked into the Silver Star Bar.
"About time, Delveccio," Benny Ray Riddle said, looking up from his rifle.
"Well, look who managed to roll
out of bed this morning," Margo Vincent
"Roll out or get kicked out by the latest girlfriend?" Rico asked. The medic had heard the stories about Nick's failed love interests.
"No bruises or cuts. Still must
be seeing her...what's her name?" Margo asked.
"Aaaannnnngela," Rico grinned as he drew out the word. "Is that the country line dancer?"
"No, she owns the coffee shop."
Matt Shepherd walked down the stairs.
"Good morning, Nick. Maybe you
"Ha ha. Are we done now?" Nick scowled.
"Maybe," Deke Reynolds couldn't resist putting his two cents in.
They headed off to the shooting range.
Nick fell asleep in the car almost
"Do it," Matt said.
Nick took the cup of black coffee from Deke. "Wow, this is strong."
Hal, Benny Ray's friend and the owner of the range, was waiting for them. He let them use the building before it opened for business so they could practice with some of the more unusual weapons. "Benny Ray, I got a new rifle in. You'll want to see this."
"Why, so I can be jealous?"
"That's the idea."
Matt looked at Nick, who was pacing
back and forth, the empty cup clutched
"What? Oh, yeah." Granted,
Nick wasn't in Benny Ray's league when it came
"Well, your target's not going
to have to worry about-" Rico started, but
All of Nick's shots had gone below the
waistline. Two hadn't even hit the target. "Wow, check it
out. My hand's doing this weird shaking thing. And
Benny Ray came in and saw the target.
He raised an eyebrow, but didn't say
"Nick, come on. You're making me nervous," Deke grumbled. "Hold still."
"Yeah, um, okay. Ilovethisstuff. Got any more of that coffee? It's good."
"Check the car," Matt ordered. He just wanted the pacing to stop. The rest of the hour went uneventfully. It was a great stress reliever for the team after their last mission. When they got back to the hotel, Matt dismissed everyone until the next morning. "PT tomorrow on the beach, people. Be there, on time." Nick grinned and bounced out the door.
"He's wired," Benny Ray sighed, putting his head on his arms at the bar.
"Angela," Rico reminded the sniper. "We still going to the gun show?"
"Yep. Anyone else?"
"No thanks, health inspection." Matt checked the clock.
"Date." Deke headed out the door.
"Health inspection with Matt," she said, not quite getting why Benny Ray and Rico thought that was hilarious. They were still laughing when they walked out the door.
Matt grinned at her. "They are
so dead," she growled, heading up to the office.
"Since when do you like running?"
"Since I met Angela and the coffee shop. And caffiene is good. It's good and I can't live without it. I love Angela. I love coffee. Caffiene is a great thing." Nick chattered on, jumping from one foot to the other until Benny Ray told him that if he didn't shut up, he'd go for a swim.
Nick stopped talking and took a swig
from the thermos he held. The strong
They ran past Angela's place. She waved
and handed Nick a fresh thermos of
Thirty minutes later: "I don't feel so good." Nick collapsed onto the sand. "See ya later."
"That's what he gets, drinking
coffee before running," Benny Ray observed,
They caught up with the ex-DEA man on
the way back. He and Angela were on one of the coffe shop's outside
tables, talking over cups of latte. Nick
"Caffiene addict!" Margo called as they jogged past.
"This stuff's great! You don't know what you're missing!"
Apparently, Angela missed being single.
Nick came back into the Silver Star
"She dumped you, didn't she, amigo?" Benny Ray tried to look sympathetic.
"Yeah. I'm never drinking coffee again. It's too painful."
"Wait till caffiene withdrawl starts," Margo said, a wicked grin on her face. "Headaches, tremors, and insomnia."
"No way. You're in for one heck of a ride."
"Ah, maybe I'll reconsider." Nick ran out the door. "ANGELA!"
Author's Note: This was written at midnight
after not getting enough sleep