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ya got ya karma now! lol maybe a bit late, but ya got it! more pweese?
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One Sunday, after drumming away at Trinity Baptist Church, I was down at the market. Kirk had been nagging me to eat more healthily since I was a lover of steak - and McDonald's.
"You gotta stay healthy. There are too many fat cops," he had commented over the phone. They were in England when he had called, and he'd been using a calling card.
"I am not going to get fat, mister," I retorted with a laugh.
But nonetheless, although I wasn't going to go vegetarian, I figured I'd try something at the health market. All I could get myself to try was a smoothie, but what the hell, right?
Then after I got out of the line, a voice called, "Ms. Silvana?"
I turned my head. A woman that was perhaps in her early thirties, with a rather burnt out appearance, was looking at me oddly. It almost reminded me of the time we were in Hawaii.
"You are Ms. Silvana, right?"
"Corporal Silvana, actually," I replied with an air of suspicion in my voice. Who on earth was this woman?
"I'm Rebecca, Kirk's ex-wife." She extended her hand.
Bless America - I had tried to find out things about this woman and was disappointed when I couldn't trace her. Now, here we were face to face, and I immediately felt uncomfortable. I was supposed to have found out about her in discreet, not have had to meet her!
I nearly dropped my smoothie. But instead, I said, "Nice to meet you, Rebecca."
"There are things you should know about Kirk," she said, out of nowhere.
Now I was really uncomfortable, to the point where my skin was itching. She had sprung this upon me out of left field, plus this wasn't coming from a very positive source, so I wasn't so sure I wanted to hear it. Interesting - long ago, as a fan, I'd wanted to know everything about Kirk. Now, as his girlfriend, I didn't. Of course, a year ago I wouldn't have thought for the world that I would've ended up being with him!
"Hey listen, as long as it's not illegal, it really doesn't matter," I found myself saying.
"Drugs aren't illegal?" she questioned. Her voice was raspy.
Please. As if she weren't on drugs herself.
"He's done with those now. Listen, I have to go." I turned on my heels and walked away. I don't know whether she tried to call for me or not - the roar of the rest of the people talking in the market drowned her out if she did.
I got into my truck and lumbered on home. I debated on whether to tell Kirk about running into Rebecca or not. I wasn't even sure how he felt about her. I should probably wait until I confirmed it, I decided.
Seriously, what was her problem? Couldn't she let the past go? I suppose it was only five years ago, but still!
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We had some new officers at SFPD that year. Two of them wanted to join a band, Windemere told me, and they needed a drummer. They played guitar and bass. Could it get any better?
Their names were Seth Hawkins and Alex Perry. They were a year older than me, and had worked in security before coming here. They were from L.A., and had known each other since high school.
We decided to call the band Signal 86 - the signal for loud music. We debated whether to play in our uniforms or not. Finally, we decided that yes, we should. We were a cop band, after all.
Once we got the okay from Chief Hemmings to wear them onstage, we started out with some covers in different clubs, while beginning to write our own music.
Kirk congratulated me on my new band. He was in Cairo, Egypt at the time, and was coming home soon.
I couldn't wait. I missed him like crazy.
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finalment! something about rebecca!!!!
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I had prayed like crazy, and finally made up my mind. I prepared my speech over and over.
I picked up Kirk at the airport, waiting for him at the terminal. When the Metallica plane flew in, I couldn't help but jump for joy. When he came out I rushed into his arms, making him drop some of his luggage.
"Wow! I don't think I've ever gotten a welcome this warm!" he laughed. We kissed, and I asked him how the tour was.
"Would've been better with you there," he said, "But I know the promise you made to Chief Hemmings."
I was about to bounce off the walls as I hoisted his luggage into my truck, then drove him home.
When we pulled up I grabbed his luggage before he could even put his hands on it. We got into the house and he cried, "Did you really miss me as much as I missed you?"
I couldn't hold it in any longer. "I'm about to answer your question," I told him, then dropped down on one leg.
"Kirk Lee Hammett, would you marry me?" I exposed the ring - hoping it would fit. I had prayed over the ring size too!
His mouth dropped open. "Of course!" he exclaimed.
I burst into tears. I don't cry very easily, but you must remember that I was about to marry the most beautiful man on earth.
We embraced. He cried too. I knew that was what I wanted; a man that would share everything even my feelings exactly. This was excellent.
He tried on the ring. It seemed a PINCH looser than what it should have been, but it wasn't so bad that it needed to be exchanged. He was impressed that I had gotten one that "fit him so well" as he put it.
Rory came bounding down the stairs, tongue hanging out. We petted him and fussed over him. He was excited to see Kirk home.
We ate at an elaborate restaurant, then came back and lie down together on the loveseat. We talked for hours about what we'd been doing apart from one another.
Then we started to plan the wedding, which would most likely occur after the Reload tour . . .
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Re: Special Agent Hammett to the Rescue
woohoo you updated!!!!!!!! *dances*
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