The phone rang loudly that morning. Matt fumbled around trying to find it, eyes half open and mind still asleep. Finally, he grabbed it and pushed all the buttons he could to make it be quiet.
"Hello?" he mustered groggily
"Oh my goodness, are you still asleep?" Katie asked in her normal chipper tone. "It's after seven in the morning, you're wasting the day away."
He was taken aback by her voice on the other end of the phone. They've kept in touch over the years. She went to his wedding when he married Grace, his newest intern at the time. He sent her pictures of his children through the years, but they haven't physically seen each other for some time now.
"Katie, it's only after four in the morning here hun, you're three hours ahead of me, remember?" he said rubbing his face.
"Oh gosh, that's right, I keep forgetting. I didn't wake anyone else up did I?" She felt horrible.
"No," he whispered. "But I'm going back to sleep. I'll call you back, I promise."
She felt like an idiot. "I have got to stop forgetting stupid time zones." she said to herself and walked to the kitchen for some breakfast.
Buck had already left for the day, Daisy was catching the bus, and she was headed to the office to finish her piece for the paper. While she was doing research for her article, she stumbled across newspaper clippings from when she was abducted. She delved deeper and deeper into each article, replaying every scene first hand in her mind. She was blessed and very lucky. She wasn't gone long, the damage could've been much worse, injuries sustained, brutal. But the mental trauma generally takes more of a toll than the physical. In all honesty, she feels it still to this day.
Meeting Billy, althou...