Author's Note: See? I'm updating rather nicely. Let's see how long I can keep this up!

Also, if you're a Call of Duty fan and thought Reznov from the last chapter seemed a little familiar, there's a very good reason for that. He's far from the last shout out I'll have in this story.


The restaurant business was a hectic one. The lunch hour was especially bad, and it seemed to just be heating up. Will was scooping up plates for a family of three - a BLT sandwich and fries, a large salad and soup, and of course, a cheese burger. Once the plates were firmly in his grasp, he walked out and across the restaurant to their table.

"Here you are." Will said in a cheery tone, placing the plates down in front of the ones who ordered them; the BLT was for the husband, the salad and soup were for the wife, and the burger was for their young boy.

"Thank you!" All three chirped.

"You're very welcome." Will replied. "Anything else I can get ya?"

The family exchanged glances, then said no. Nodding, Will began to turn away. As he did, he noticed the red headed wife wink at him, a knowing smirk on her face before she turned her attention to her meal. It seemed that Will wasn't the only one who noticed, either, because as soon as he was back in the kitchen, one of his co-workers, Caleb, had an arm around his shoulders and was patting his chest.

"Dude, I saw that shit! She totally wants your dick!" He said just loud enough for Will to hear.

He rolled his eyes, snorting, and pulled away. "Yeah, yeah, whatever."

"Dude, no, I'm serious! When you were away, she was always looking at you, I totally saw her! Dude, she wants to slop your knob!" Caleb wooted, laughing.

Will himself nearly burst into laughter right then and there, but he kept a cool professionalism about him somehow. "Get back to work, Caleb."

"Actually, I was just about to go on break, man. Wanna come too?"

"Uh..." Will glanced over at the clock. It was 12:33 PM, which meant he'd been on the clock for almost three hours now and was due for a ten minute break. He shrugged, then nodded. "Yeah, sure."

"Sweet! We can chat it up and see how to get that MILF to slop your knob."

This time Will couldn't hold back. He laughed loudly, bringing his arms up to cover his face, trying to stifle the sounds. It was no use, though, and for the next minute or so, he was doubled over, laughing while Caleb had ran off to the back of the restaurant for his break. When Will regained himself, he made sure note his break start time, then slipped out with him.

Caleb was leaning against the dumpster, cigarette between his lips. "'Bout time you joined me! What took ya?"

Will rolled his eyes, chuckling. "Fuck off."

After exhaling a cloud of smoke, Caleb grinned. "Good to see you, too!"

"Got an extra one?"

"Huh?" Caleb blinked, then reached into his pocket and fished out of his cigarette pack. "I thought ya quit."

Will shrugged. "I did."

Caleb mimicked Will's movement, then handed him a cigarette and a lighter. He took them gratefully and relished the smokey taste that rolled across his tongue when he sucked in. Caleb was right, Will had quit smoking about four months ago after his two and a half year break while he was dating Carly. She was the reason he had quit the first time because she was so sensitive to smoke.

After she left him, however, Will quickly picked the habit back up. In the end, he realized that he was smoking as a way to get back to her, which didn't really make any logical sense; it was only hurting him, and doing absolutely nothing to her. So, after chain smoking for four months, Will put down cigarettes for good. Or, at least, he tried to. He still had a cigarette here and there, especially when his thoughts drifted to Carly.

"So, man, how've ya been? We haven't really had the chance to kick it lately." Caleb asked, halfway done with his cigarette.

"I'm alright, I guess. Just gettin' by, I guess. Nothing exciting ever happens in my life." Will laughed, shrugging. "How about you?"

"I'm good, man. Actually, me'n Hailey were thinkin' of goin' out on a camping trip soon. Winter's finally over and the good weather's rollin' in, so we might try'n take advantage of it. Maybe we'll try and get some friends together, get you and Travis involved, too. I think that'd be really cool."

"Yeah, that would be great." Will said, trying not to let his hopefulness show. It had been a while since he had actually gone out with friends, he was always so wrapped up in work, or trying to write a book.

"But for now." Caleb took a drag on his cigarette, then exhaling a plume of smoke and grinned. "We gotta get you and that MILF in the bathroom or something!"

Again, Will laughed. He shook his head. "Nah, she's not my type."

"You're fuckin' crazy! Dude, she's got a huge rack, and she's smokin' hot! I'm tellin' ya man, she wants to slop your knob!"

It was that phrase that got Will to crack up. "What the hell does that even mean?"

The good times ended when there was a crash from the kitchen. Will and Caleb exchanged a confused glance, then flicked away the remainders of their cigarettes and hurried back inside. There was a scream, which only pushed the two men into a dash. When they came back into the main part of the restaurant, they saw a large man wrestling with the redheaded woman's husband.

"What the fuck's going on?" Caleb asked Matt, one of their co-workers.

"I don't know, man! The big guy, he just... he came in when you guys went out and he looked sick. He took a seat at one of the booths, then just slumped over. That other guy went to check on him, then the big man jumped up and just attacked him."

Everyone stared as the two men fought. The large man was making some kind of loud, grunting, growling noises and blood soaked the sleeve of his shirt. The husband was struggling, only about half the size of the large man. Before any thing could happen, Caleb rushed forward.

"Hey, man, what's your deal?" The blond asked loudly, reaching toward the large man.

The large man didn't answer. He didn't even acknowledge Caleb until he grabbed his shoulder. When that happened, the large man's head turned and his eyes fell on Caleb. Even from this distance, Will could see that his eyes were milky, glazed over.

"Hey, man, are you-"

The large man spun around and lunged forward. Caleb's feet slid apart and his arms came up defensively. "What the fuck's wrong with you!"

"Somebody call 9-11!" Somebody screamed.

Matt ran forward next to help Caleb. Matt was a tall, but very thin and lanky guy. The large man was much thicker than he was, but Matt didn't let that deter him. He grabbed a hold of one of large man's thick arms and tried to pull him away. Next, the husband ran forward and rejoined the fray, grabbing ahold of the large man's other arm.

Howling, the large man began to flail his body about, trying to break free of Matt and the husband. Caleb reached out and placed his hands on the man's shoulders.

"Push him against the wall!"

With all three of them pushing, even the muscular man couldn't resist. They slammed him in a not too gentle manner against the wall, holding his back against it.

"What the fuck is this guy's deal!"

"I don't know, he just attacked me!"

"Who cares, just hold him!"

Will stared on in astonishment. Just what the hell was going on here? He could see a couple people on their cell phones, chattering frantically with people on the other line - who he really hoped was the cops.

"Jesus Christ, what the hell is this?" Their manager, Mickey, who had just come out of the back room bellowed. "What are you doing to that man?"

"This guy's crazy, Mick!" Caleb shot back.

"He attacked me." The husband chimed in, vouching for Caleb. "These two men helped me and we're holding him here until proper authorities get here."

Although most people had taken their eyes off of the large man by now, Will had not. Matt, Caleb and the husband were looking away, over at Mickey. The large man was still grunting and snarling, trying to break free from their hold. Suddenly, his head twitched, turning to look down at Matt's arm. Opening his mouth wide, he jerked his head forward and sank his teeth right into Matt's wrist.

"Ahhhh! Shit! What the fuck!" Matt released the large man and reeled back, a small piece torn out of his wrist. "He bit me! Fuck, he fucking bit me!"

With one arm free, the large man swung it around. Caleb was forced to let go and jump back, just barely avoiding the large man's wide swing. Now with two of the people restraining him gone, the large man turned and threw his weight into the redhead's husband again.

"Howard!" The MILF screamed as they tumbled to the floor.

This time, Will ran forward. Caleb soon jumped back in as well, and together, they yanked the large man up and off of the husband - Howard - and pinned him the floor. Howard scrambled to his feet and helped them again. Will had to admit, he was one brave son of a bitch.

"You okay?" Will asked him.

"Yeah, I think so. He didn't bite me." Howard replied, panting softly.

A couple more people came to help and in all, seven people were holding down the large man in the end. This guy was really strong, and Will was really grateful to everyone who had jumped in to help. Soon, sirens could be heard down the block and pulled up to the building. Four police officers burst through the restaurant doors and took over. They flipped the man onto his stomach and somehow managed to lock his hands behind his back with a pair of handcuffs.

The man screamed and struggled, but the police held him firmly. They dragged him outside and shoved him into the back of a police cruiser, where he began to thrash around wildly in the backseat. An ambulance showed up soon afterwards and began to attend to Matt, who had pressed a couple of wash clothes against his bleeding wrist.

Then, for the next hour or two, the police spent time taking statements from anyone and everyone who hadn't fled the restaurant during the attack. Will told them exactly what had happened; he was in the back of restaurant when there was a crash and screaming, so he and Caleb had gone back inside and helped restrain the man after he had bitten one of their co-workers and attacked another customer.

By the time everything was over, it was almost four o'clock. Will still had two more hours on his work schedule, but Mickey wisely followed the police's advice and closed up shop. He told everyone that they had the next few days off, and he would call them all the day before the next time they would have to work.

Caleb and Will walked out to their vehicles. Surprisingly, the redheaded wife, her husband Howard and their Son were out in the parking lot for them. Howard thanked both of them, giving them a firm handshake and offered to treat them, and Matt when he got out of the hospital, to dinner. Will really didn't want to, but he felt it would be rude to decline so he said yes.

The wife, who they found was named Rosa, gave them both a hug. To Will, however, she also gave a small piece of paper with a phone number on it. She gave him a wink, calling them both very brave boys for saving her husband. (though, she had her eyes on Will when she said this) Then the family climbed into their Lincoln Navigator and left.

Caleb had noticed Rosa slip Will the paper and grinned. "Told ya man, she wants to slop your knob!"

Again, Will rolled his eyes and stuffed the paper into his pocket. He had to admit, Rosa was an attractive lady and if he ever did feel his libidio spike, he could always take her up on the offer.

As Will was strapping on his leather jacket, Caleb climbed into beat up old pick-up truck and started the engine. "Say Travis I said hey!"

Will waved, then Caleb backed out of his parking spot and left the parking lot. After zipping up his jacket and pulling his helmet on, Will climbed onto Regina and started her up. Soon he was zig-zagging through traffic and was home in no time.

"What a day." He said aloud as he walked through his front door.

Not feeling hungry, Will plopped down onto the couch in the living room and booted up his Xbox 360. For the next few hours, he killed time by shotgunning, sticking and assassinating people in Halo. As usual, he trash talked into his microphone, slinging around curse words, racial slurs and homophobic remarks.

All in good fun, of course, Will had absolutely no problem with anybody based solely on their skin color or sexual orientation - besides, he couldn't care less about what people over Xbox Live thought of him.

When Travis came in through the front door, he was quick to ask about the police cars that had been in front of the restaurant Will worked at.

"Oh, it was just some asshole high on drugs, or something." Will gave a half-assed explanation. "He bit Matt."

"He bit Matt? Damn, what a fuckin' weirdo."

"Drugies always are."

Travis laughed. "Hey, speaking of drugies, I know where a wicked parties goin' on tonight. You in?"

Will considered it for a moment, then shook his head. "Nah, I think I'm just gonna get some rest."

"Killjoy."

"You know me."

They both laughed and Will went back to playing Halo. Travis cooked a pot of ramen and quickly gobbled it up before he left for his party, leaving Will all alone. For another hour, he ran around in pink armor in Lone Wolf matches, usually placing in the top three. After a while, though, this got boring and he turned on a movie.

It was only then that he realized how tired he was. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, a dream about Carly had killed any hopes of sleeping. Before he knew it, Will was drifting off to sleep, the days crazy events already forgotten.