"They're very nice," Sabrina commented once they were on the road. "I'm glad we met them."
"I knew you'd like them," he stated confidently. "Ready to get back to work?"
"I guess," she agreed reluctantly. "Won't Wilson and Jeffers wonder where we've been all this time?"
"We've only been gone a few days," he pointed out. "Besides, we got tired of hiding and figured that they must have gotten caught by now."
"You think of everything."
"I try. I doubt if they'll ask."
"Still, it's better to be prepared. I wouldn't want to find myself with a bullet hole someplace because of a little error in our cover story."
He glanced over at her. "I'd never let that happen to you."
"I know. When we get back I'll give Kelly a call."
"After your apartment we'll go back to mine, then we can take a walk around the neighborhood."
"At least we'll be getting some exercise. I haven't gotten any since we left."
"A leisurely stroll," he corrected. "Besides, you don't need any exercise."
"Thank you, I think," she remarked, unsure how to take that comment. She was silent for a few minutes, thinking. "Why are you so good to me?"
"I like you," he smiled.
"I like you, too, but I don't think that's the only reason you've been so good to me."
"Why not? We're friends and I care about you," Bosley explained.
Sabrina lowered her eyes.
Bosley pulled the car over, not knowing what was going on. He put his arms around her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."
"You didn't. It's just that I've never been happier in my life. You're special to me, too, and I don't know what I'd do without you."
He smiled. "You had me worried for a minute."
"I guess we'd better try to catch those guys," she said self-consciously.
"What do you mean 'try'?" He demanded, starting the car again. "We'll get them. I have faith in us."
"I have faith in us, too. But what if they've left?"
"I don't think they'll leave until they get their hands on those pictures and you."
"Oh," she said in a small voice.
"Don't worry. I said they'd try, not that they'd succeed," he said confidently. " Like I told Jonathan, we've handled worse, and we can get these guys in no time. Trust me."
"Well, in that case - " She said, smiling.
A few hours later they trudged to his apartment.
"I've never walked so much in my life," Bosley complained, sitting heavily on the sofa.
"Me, either," she rejoined. She sat beside him, kicking off her shoes and putting her feet on top of the table wearily. "My feet are killing me."
"Do you want my famous massage?" He offered magnanimously.
"No, thank you. You almost killed me with that one once. Remember*?"
"It wasn't that bad," he protested.
"Yes, it was," she corrected, remembering it all too well. "Besides, my feet don't hurt badly enough to be massaged."
"All right." He shrugged his shoulders. "It's your loss. Now we have to talk."
"As long as there's no walking involved. Talk about what?"
"You. Are you staying here, or coming back home with me?"
"I haven't decided yet. Why?"
"I don't want you to be alone. If you do decide to stay here, either Kris, Kelly, or I will stay with you."
She looked over at him, studying his face. "You told me in the car not to worry. Why are you?"
"I'm not worried," he objected. "Where'd you hide the pictures?"
"With Uncle Sam. I put them in an envelope and mailed them to myself."
"Very smart. And the negatives?"
"I mailed them to you. This way if they go through the mail they won't have everything."
"I'm impressed. You know you could be a private detective."
"Really?" She said in mock surprise.
"I can put in a good word with the boss if you'd like," he offered magnanimously.
"Sure. Maybe he and I could meet over lunch and discuss career opportunities," she smiled playfully.
He laughed. "Why don't you give Kelly a call while I fix some lunch?"
"That sounds like a good idea."
Bosley went into the kitchen.
Sabrina picked up the telephone and dialed a number.
"Hello?" Kelly answered.
"Bri! Where are you?" Kelly demanded, the relief all too evident in her voice.
"Home. I just got back a little while ago."
"I finally called Charlie and he said you went to the Hart's."
"That's right, and they're great. You have to meet them."
"Where do you know them from?" She asked suspiciously.
"I don't. Bosley and Jonathan Hart were in the Navy together."
"Are you making this up?" Kelly demanded, finding the whole story hard to believe.
"No," she laughed. "I have proof. I took their picture. We're all going to get together again after this case is solved. Want to come?"
"You bet! I won't believe this until I see it. Did you find out who ransacked your apartment?"
"Remember the two guys who robbed the Bank of America in Century City? Wilson and Josephs?"
"Yeah? What would they want with you?"
"Well, I have them on film, and my picture's a lot clearer than the one taken by the security cameras. It's positive proof that they were the robbers. That's what they're after."
"Did you call the police?" Kelly asked anxiously.
"Not yet. We want to catch them. The police might scare them away."
"That's true," she was forced to agree.
"Well, I can't stay on. I just wanted to let you know that we're back."
"Thanks, and Bri. Be careful, okay?"
"Always. See you soon."
Sabrina hung up the telephone.
Bosley came out with a tray of food. He set it on the table before them and sat on the sofa. "That was fast."
"I know," she stated, "I just wanted her to know we were back. Besides, I was hungry."
She picked up a glass that was on the tray and studied it. "Milk?"
"Sure. I thought it would be a change. Wine doesn't go with sandwiches."
She took a sip. "I guess you're right."
They ate in companionable silence.
Afterwards she put the dishes in the dishwasher, then came back and sat beside him. "What next?"
"How about going to the movies?" He suggested. "Maybe we'll be followed."
"I never thought I'd want to be followed," she said wryly.
He rose his eyebrows at her in surprise. "Don't make it a habit."
She smiled. "I just want to get this over with."
He took her hand. "I know. I don't blame you, either. It'll be over before you know it."
She lowered her eyes.
"Are you sure?"
"It's nothing. Really."
"All right, then." After all, she'd talk when she was ready. "You ready to go?"
They got up and left.
*"Dancing In The Dark" (aired episode)