Chapter 9

John woke up on a beautiful Sunday morning – the couple’s only day off – to Angie’s side of the bed cold. While this wasn’t an unusual occurrence on any other day, it was for a Sunday. John walked out of the bedroom still in his pajamas and his blue and white striped robe. What he saw at the kitchen counter was quite the surprise as he hadn’t seen this for a few years. Angie was surrounded by splayed out papers and her laptop open. She was asleep, a somewhat rare occurrence for her.

Angie’s tight ponytail was now extremely messy with strands flying out in all directions and stuck to her face. She was still in her police shirt and pants, although her shirt was untucked Angie’s laptop was open to a website about the psychology behind abduction. That was all John saw before the laptop turned off. Because the laptop was still on when he walked into the kitchen, John deduced that Angie hadn’t been asleep all that long.

John decided to leave her be as he knew very well how much trouble she was sleeping and that even draping a blanket on her would wake her up. He went into the lounge room to read some of his favourite stories on AO3. He had never told anyone, including Angie, but sometimes he even wrote his own stories. Though he would never admit it, he was a massive nerd and loved Sherlock. It was the reason he became a detective in the first place and his love for it never faltered.

After a few hours of reading John decided to check on Angie still in the kitchen. She was stirring and John recognised that she was beginning to wake up. John suddenly felt upset that she was waking, not just because he could no longer read, but because he knew she hadn’t slept for a few days and only had a few hours of sleep. He started to make a cup of coffee for his beloved wife.

Angie’s eyes fluttered open as she lifted her head looking around feeling disorientated. She looked at the time and tiredly groaned.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” She muttered drowsily.

“Because,” John said, sliding into the seat next to her, “You looked so peaceful and I haven’t seen you sleep in a few days.” Angie murmured incoherently as she let her head droop onto John’s shoulder.

They stayed like that for a while, Angie half-asleep leaning on John’s shoulder, and John carefully supporting her weight without making it obvious. The couple hadn’t had much time lately to spend together, for even on their days off they were always working. Angie may have been half asleep, but John would take whatever he could get.

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Hours later the day looked how it usually did; Angie looking for anything she could get her hands on about the case. She just couldn’t figure out why Greg had flat-out lied to the police. And why? Why lie about going to a pharmacy? Angie was already scheduling in when they could talk to Reagan Gelding, and John was already complaining about the fact that they couldn’t even spend time together on their day off. This was what a normal Sunday looked like in the Hullen household. Everything was as it should be.