When Sabrina awoke she was in Bosley's apartment lying on his couch. She saw him sitting on a chair across from her. "What happened?" She asked softly. She tried to sit up and got very dizzy. She put a hand to her forehead, sighed, and collapsed heavily back against the cushions. "Where am I?"
"My apartment," he answered. "You were chloroformed, remember?"
"Oh, yeah," she said, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.
"How are you feeling?"
"Okay, I guess. A little dizzy."
"That'll pass. They used too much chloroform. What happened?"
"I don't know. I opened the door," she paused thoughtfully. "The next thing I know I'm on your couch. How'd you find me, anyway?"
He got up and went over to the bar. "You forgot your camera so I came back to give it to you." He mixed her a drink and brought it over to her. He sat next to her on the couch and helped her sit up. "I knocked, got no answer, and got worried. Your door was unlocked. I found you on the floor." He handed her the drink. "Your apartment's a mess."
She took a deep swallow, closed her eyes and sighed appreciatively. "Oh, I needed that."
"Anyway, I locked up your apartment and brought you here."
"How long have I been out?"
"About five hours."
Her eyes opened wide in surprise.
"Do you have any idea what they wanted?"
She shook her head. "How do you know there was more than one person?"
"Common sense. Did you see that they looked like?"
"No. They got me from behind." She finished her drink and put the empty glass on the table. She tried to stand up and found that the room was spinning. She closed her eyes tightly until the room stayed stationary.
"Sit for a while," he said reassuringly. "Where did you think you were going?"
"Home. I have an apartment to straighten up."
"I don't like you going there alone at this hour. I'll make you a deal: you spend the night here and tomorrow I'll go back with you and help you clean up. Okay?"
"Fair enough." She didn't feel up to doing any major cleanup, suddenly feeling exhausted.
"Good. You can take the bedroom and I'll take the couch."
"I don't think I can make it to the bedroom," she admitted softly.
"You don't have to." He lifted her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He placed her gently on the bed. "There. One problem solved. You'll have to wear a pair of my pajamas. I have an extra toothbrush you can use. Anything else?"
"You said I left my camera in the car?"
"I don't remember bringing it with me."
"There's one way to find out." Bosley went into the living room, then returned two minutes later, camera in hand. He handed it to her. "Yours?"
She examined it, then nodded. "I was taking some pictures this morning. I must have forgotten to take it out of my bag. It's too bad, too. I still have three pictures left on this roll. I could have finished them this afternoon."
"Oh, well," he took the camera away from her and put it on the table, then went over to the dresser. He opened a drawer and took out two pair of pajamas. He handed her one of them. "You put these on and I'll fix you dinner in bed." He walked over to the door, carrying the remaining pair.
"I'm not very hungry," she called after him.
"You must be. The last time you ate anything was five hours ago."
"Not right now." In fact she felt nauseous. "You go ahead if you want to."
"That's all right. I'll wait until later." After a minute he said, "You slip into those. Tomorrow we'll figure out what they wanted. Tonight we'll just put it out of our minds. Agreed?"
She nodded gratefully. "Thanks, Bos."
"For being such a good friend."
"You're welcome. Change. I'll be back shortly." He went into the living room, closing the door behind him. He picked up the telephone and dialed a number.
"Hello?" A man's voice said on the other end.
"Bosley! How was the picnic?"
"It went well, but there was a sour note."
"Oh? What happened?"
"Sabrina's apartment was ransacked and she was chloroformed."
"Is she all right?" Charlie asked in concern.
"So far, anyway. She's spending the night here. I was worried about her going back there until we find out what they want."
"Did you call the police?"
"Not yet. I was thinking we'd do that tomorrow. I'm sure they'll want a list of what's missing."
"Very well, Bosley. Call me if there are any further developments. Maybe the other Angels and I can help."
"Thanks, Charlie. I'll talk to you later." Bosley hung up the telephone.
He went into the bedroom about 20 minutes later with a bottle of wine and two glasses.
"I was wondering what kept you," Sabrina said. She was propped up against the pillows and under the covers.
He put both glasses on the table, sat on the edge of the bed beside her, and opened the wine. "How do you feel?" He poured the glasses and handed one to her.
"A little better," she said, taking a sip from her glass. "I can't figure out what they wanted."
"I thought we agreed not to think about this until tomorrow," he chided.
"You're right, but I can't get it out of my mind." She lowered her eyes.
"Hey," he took her hand. "You don't have to be afraid to tell me anything, you know. I'm always here whenever you want to talk."
She looked up at him gratefully. "How did I ever get lucky enough to find a friend like you?"
"Maybe you have a friend upstairs."
She laughed. "I just might."
"You want to do anything?"
Her eyebrows rose in surprise. "Like what?"
"Play cards, backgammon, scrabble, anything like that," he clarified. After a minute, "Maybe not scrabble."
"I seem to recall that the last time we played that game you beat the pants off me."
She smiled again. "In that case, since you're afraid - "
"Afraid, me?" He said, affronted.
She nodded, taking another sip of wine.
"I challenge you," he announced decisively.
"You do?" She exclaimed.
"Yes." He went out into the other room and returned a few minutes later, game in hand.
45 minutes later she was ahead by a considerable number of points. They had also consumed the entire bottle of wine.
"That's it," he proclaimed, "I give up."
"Don't give up, Bos. I didn't beat you so badly this time."
"Thanks a lot," he commented in annoyance.
"I'm sorry." She drained her glass. "It's just as well. I'm a little high from all the wine."
"That's what you get for not eating first."
She smiled. "Right now I don't care about that."
"You will in the morning," he pointed out.
"Probably," she admitted.
"You'd getter get some sleep. We still have to clean up your apartment tomorrow."
"Don't remind me," she yawned. "I may never feel this relaxed again."
"Sure you will. Come on, now. Get some rest."
She nodded and curled up under the covers. "Thanks again for taking care of me." She closed her eyes and was sound asleep in seconds.
The next morning they were having breakfast.
"How are you this morning?" He asked.
"Better, thanks," she answered.
"That's good. Hangover?"
"Good. Have you thought about what those burglars wanted?"
"I can't think of anything. I mean, it's not like we're working on any cases lately."
He nodded. He couldn't figure it out at present himself. "You ready to go back to your place and take inventory?"
"All right. After you're finished I'll do the dishes while you get dressed. Deal?"
"Fair enough." She pushed away from the table and got to her feet.
"You don't have to rush, Bri," he chided. "We have plenty of time."
He stared at her in disbelief, eyebrows rising. All she'd eaten was one piece of toast and some coffee.
"Honestly!" She affirmed, smiling, reading the expression on his face all too well.
"If you're sure."
"I'll get dressed. I won't be long."
They left for her apartment about an hour later.
They got there in about 20 minutes.
She took the key out of her purse and unlocked the door. They both went inside.
"The police should be here any minute," he stated, looking at his watch.
"I'll take a look around to see what's missing."
"I'll make us some coffee."