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[b][i]Date:[/i][/b] Monday May 23rd, 2017 - (Remember Time Zones)[/h3][/center][center][hr] [@Sigil] [@Morose] [@Dragoknighte] [@FantasyChic] [@Nallore][/center][hr][hr]
	Maria nodded and went back to focusing on Liam. He had not enjoyed take off but at least the little one was calming down now they had reached a cruising altitude. Whether they would married or not, Caesar had request Maria come. He wanted her to do this job, so he had to put up with whatever the hell she threw at him whether he liked it or not. Had nothing to do with being married, it had to do with the simple fact she had a job to do, she was good at her work, and he wasn't going to be able to find someone else to do it that had the experience she had that he could place his trust in this quickly. He could be as gruff as he wanted, she wasn't scared of the man. She never had been. Sure he could snap her neck, he could kill her, have her killed. He wouldn't. The fact he wouldn't took away any fear she might had have had is she had ever had any with him. 

	"Yup, but more specifically my dispatchers granddaughter. She's excited and wants to have dinner tonight with the family to celebrate. Tomorrow the kids will probably be off celebrating and me having to break up parties when things get too rowdy," Tim chuckled. Thing with Grimm was either nothing big happened or they had a mass murder. Tomorrow would be one of the few rare busy nights. Graduation parties, usually 1 big one and a lot of little ones spread out. Around 10 he would start getting complaints about noise, around midnight he'd start making the rounds. Around 3 am he would hopefully have the town at peace. Shaking his head he glanced out of the corner of his eye towards Riley. "No, I didn't let anyone know. Figured it was up to you. Grace just knows I had to come pick up a friend," he said. Tim was good that way, he didn't stick his nose into anyones business or try to let others stick it where it didn't belong. 

	"Go on vacation a soon as we can. Somewhere beachy," Zoie said with a bit of a smirk. "Sleep, sun, sand, that's what we fucking need to do," she said as she took the phone from Trisha. "Thanks," she added before placing the phone to her ear. "Crawford," she answered. "Marc, fucking hell. You okay?..... You are? Good..... Well shit kind of went south... Spotted two who I didn't know off the top of my head wandering about and I followed. Don't know. They attacked me, well he did. She didn't seem like she liked the idea but she was backing him up.... Yeah I checked the IDs but they were fake. What does it matter? Listen blue eyes, we got out, we're clear. Why are you so fucking upset? We're fine. No, not staying here. I don't know where. I suspect she is at the News Station today trying to keep a lid on most of this shit. What do you mean the story already broke? How the... right, okay. Yeah, we got the file. No, haven't looked yet. He's still sleeping. I will. I WILL. Okay, geez, bye," Zoie said on her half the phone conversation before hanging up and tossing the phone down. "Fucking hell."

	Natasha thought a minute. "Well I'm medical, so I would probably not be in charge of picking what to do. So I'd probably just try to keep Kirk from getting expelled and pulling a Bones to get his ass on the ship he needed to after they found out he had cheated," she said with a chuckle. "But in a lose/lose scenario I'd probably just ram the fuck out of the other ship to try to kill as many of them as possible if the rest of my crew was going to die anyways," she added with a shrug. "Sad fat of the matter, being a doctor you are faced with lose/lose all the time. A lot of the time there is nothing you can do but end is faster for a patient that can't be saved."

	Ross looked over to Cecily and lowered his hand from his chin. "Once we land, we are going to visit the family that adopted my granddaughter and have a little talk with them. Hopefully we'll get there before my daughter does. Chances are if we don't we will be walking into a slaughter," he said before getting up out of his seat and walking to a small closet at the back of the room. Opening it up he thumbed through several white dress shirts that were hanging up. Pulling out a smaller tailored shirt he closed the door and went over to Cecily, holding it out to her. "Speaking of which, put this on." He figured he would need to explain a little bit. "It's bullet proof. Well at least against smaller arms but it will slow the bullet of higher calibers. Better than nothing or a bulky vest," he added with a bit of explanation.