Sleeping peacefully in his bed, Desmond was cradling a pillow to his chest. The sun was beaming through the little holes the curtain failed to cover causing the man to stir. Usually, waking up was a simple task for Desmond; she was a morning person after all. She groaned when the first beam of sunlight hit his face.
Picking up his phone on her nightstand, Desmond looked at the time. It was the same time he usually got up. He felt around the bed to find his partner but failed to feel her touch. She must have woken up before him and was having her usual workout in the exercise room. He thought of joining her but dispelled the thought immediately he heard the sound of an all too familiar car. He looked through the window and what he saw immediately drained the good mood he had woken up to.
