Kitty cursed herself for several things. The first being that she didn't have a map. Now she was wandering around completely lost and probably walking in the wrong direction. The second being that she had forgotten her umbrella in her apartment. And now Kitty was mostly soaked. And cold. And did she mention wet? The third being that she was still wearing her work uniform. And she smelled like coffee. She silently cursed Starbucks and their coffee-goodness.

As she was walking along Kitty saw the church. Quickly she made her way over to the building. She pulled open the door and stepped inside. The church was empty and she cursed under her breath, then winced as she remembered where she was. "I didn't mean that," she whispered to the ceiling.

Now Kitty didn't know what to do. She had thought that maybe there might be someone in the church that she could ask for directions. The girl sighed and made her way over to one of the pews where she knelt reverently. She supposed she'd have to do this the old fashioned way. On her knees Kitty silently prayed to any deity that was listening.

Of all the part-time, never gonna last very long, why am I bothering to do this, type jobs Joe'd had, this had to be one of the strangest. Not only did he not really believe in a 'one true God', but he also wasn't getting paid for the days work at the church. It was a favour to his sister, and he had Juliette's word that if he helped out for a few hours, he would be guaranteed roast beef on Sunday. He was never one to turn down a free meal, especially if it was being cooked by Juliette, who quite possibly did the best roast potatoes he'd ever eaten. Besides, it wasn't like he had anything better to be doing at the moment, and who knew, a few hours voluntary work for a church had to be good for his karma, right?

As Joe made his way along the pews, checking each of the hymn and service books that he found for rips and torn edges, Joe noticed a young woman who'd just entered the church. She looked like she was really praying hard, and he couldn't help but wonder what was so wrong in her life that she would need to take such actions. Shrugging to himself, he knew it was none of his business. Although, that being said, she was in the row he was about to start on. He decided that he would leave her to her prayers and do the row in front, and come back to this one when she was done.

So, skipping the row where the young woman was talking to God, Joe continued to pick up books, check them over, and put them back. A glance over his shoulder at the woman meant that he wasn't really paying attention to what he was doing. He placed the hymn book back on the little shelf, and cringed as it clattered to the floor. The high ceiling combined with the relative silence of the large room meant that the thudding sound as the book crashed down seemed louder than ever.

"Ah,shit," Joe cursed quietly, and then cringed again as he realised he really shouldn't be swearing in church. "Bugger."

He wondered quickly how many times you could get away with swearing in church before you were guaranteed a first class seat in Hell.

Kitty had never really had a lot of time to contemplate religion. Sure, she believed in a higher power of some sort, but she wasn't really affiliated with any specific church. Her family had never really been the religious sort of people. But for some reason she felt that there must be something watching over them. At the same time Kitty felt that maybe there were multiple gods. Perhaps that would explain a lot of things. Kneeling in this church now, Kitty felt that somebody, or something, would help her out, right? She was, after all, praying. And that was something that didn't happen often.

The girl was distracted by a noise and she looked up to find the source of said noise. Her first instinct was to become irritated at them. But ten she realized that somebody must like her. They had sent her an answer to her prayer! Halleluiah!

Kitty took in the scene. He must have dropped one of the hymnals. That must have been the noise that had startled her out of her prayer. She smirked as he swore. "Don't you know you're not supposed to swear in church?" she teased. She didn't blame him. She'd done it too after all. But she did find it amusing nonetheless.

Joe turned to the sound of the woman's voice, and laughed quietly. "Yeah, sorry about that," he replied, grinning before realising he had indeed disturbed her from her prayers.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," he added sheepishly, cringing again a little as even his quiet voice seemed to reverberate around the church.

Crouching down, he picked up the book that had caused the problem in the first place and placed it where it should have stayed the first time around.

"I'll let you get back to it," he told the woman politely as he returned to checking the books one by one.

Kitty shrugged and returned the grin. "It happens to the best of us." And, that was mostly true, except for those goody-goody people who never swore. But Kitty didn't like them to begin with, so they didn't count.

"You're not interrupting," Kitty replied. She stood and made her way out of the pew. "It seems like my prayers were answered." She watched him and wondered what he must think of her. Here she was soaked, still in her work uniform and in a church praying. She must look odd.

"I really only came in here to see if there was anyone in here. I got lost and I need directions. There was no one here, so I figured I might as well ask for a little help from up above." She smiled at the man. "I guess somene must like me because you turned up."

She took a step toward him and held out her hand. "I'm Kitty."

Joe looked back to the woman and smiled as she explained why she was there and that he wasn't interrupting her.

"I'm Joe," he replied, kneeling on the hard wooden seat and reaching over the pew to shake her hand. "And I honestly think that is the first time anyone has ever seen me and said that their prayers have been answered," he grinned boyishly.

A quick glance over his shoulder told him that Kitty was indeed right and that there was no one else in the church at the moment.

"Well, Father Gibson was here a little while ago if you're still looking for specific help, but if it's just directions you're after, where are you heading?"

Kitty laughed at his comment. "Well, I suppose it's just your lucky day then," she replied with a grin that matched his.

"I don't need any spiritual help. Not today anyway." She tucked a wet strand of hair behind her ear. She was starting to get cold in her wet clothes so she crossed her arms or her chest to provide a little warmth. "I'm a little embarrassed to admit this, but I got lost looking for the underground. I'm still really new to the city, as I'm sure you can tell." She smiled as she said this. She was a little embarrassed to be sure, but it was nothing she needed to be really embarrassed about.

"There's nothing worse than being caught in the rain without an umbrella and being completely lost." Well, there were probably worse things, but Kitty couldn't think of any off hand.

Joe laughed and waived his hand dismissively. "Nonsense," he replied cheerfully. "I've lived in London all my life, and I still get lost even now." Alright, so that wasn't entirely true, but hopefully it would make Kitty feel better. No one liked to think that they were foolish.

Remembering his own excursion out in the rain a few weeks back when they'd had those bad storms, Joe smiled again. "Actually, I love walking in the rain, and I don't even own an umbrella," he told Kitty, laughing lightly and not caring that things could be reversed and it might be her now thinking he was the fool. "I especially love it when there's thunder and lightening."

Deciding to have a seat seeing as there were so many of them around him at the moment, Joe slumped down into the pew and looked up at Kitty.

"So are you still hoping to find the Underground?" he asked. "Because really, you're not that far off. It's really rather close."

It did make Kitty feel better when Joe said that he still got lost. Whether or not she believed him was debatable. But if he did fib for her sake, that was really nice of him.

"Well, that's completely different," Kitty replied with a smile. "I don't mind walking in the rain when I don't have anywhere to be. Now, as to the matter of thunder and lightning, storms are fantastic!" Her face lit up with a grin. She loved thunderstorms. She loved the power they had. "Doesn't it just feel like there's electricity in the air?"she asked.

Kitty watched him slump into the pew. "Really? It's not too far?" she asked. She really did want to get home. She did have things she needed to do. Not that she wasn't enjoying this convrsation, but she really hated the smell of her uniform.

Joe mirrored Kitty's grin, as enthusiastic as ever when it came to talking about storms.

"They are amazing," he agreed happily. "Personally, I'm not down with all that scientific mumbo jumbo. I'm much more... imaginative when it comes to storms." Joe paused for only a moment, considering how crazy she would think he was. Oh to hell with it, he decided. So what if she thought he was nuts!

"I prefer to think of it as some god somewhere is angry and yelling, or perhaps even having a party."

Joe continued to grin. His family were so bored of hearing his imaginative thinking that it seemed like forever since he'd been able to say this stuff without being told to shut up.

"Oh yeah, the underground," he reminded himself. "If you go back out of the church and turn right, walk right to the end of the road. Take another right, and you'll see the signs. After that, you can't miss it on the left."

Imaginative? How could you describe storms as more imaginative than they already are? She raised an eyebrow, intrigued by what Joe might have to say. But when he explained, she smiled at the familiarity of the story.

"When I was little my best friend was afraid of storms and her mom used to tell her that God was bowling." Kitty remembered how her friend would hide under a blanket while she would watch out the window. She shrugged. "Who knows? You might be right."

"Turn right, end of the road, another right, and then there will be signs," she repeated with a nod. "Okay I think I've got it. Thanks for the help." She smiled again, but didn't move toward the door yet.

Joe grinned broadly, spurred on by her apparently not wanting to run a mile simply because he didn't go with the usual scientific view on storms.

He laughed at her friend's mum's explanation, but only because it reminded him of his own mother when he'd been a child.

"My mum used to tell me God was moving his furniture around," he told her with another small laugh. "I guess parents will tell their children anything if it gets them to sleep at night."

As Kitty nodded her thanks, Joe smiled again. "Absolutely no problem," he confirmed. Taking note of her uniform, Joe raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

"Just heading to work, or just finished?" he asked, though hoping for her sake she'd just finished. She probably wouldn't be too happy about turning up to work wet from the rain, not to mention late because she'd got lost.

Kitty laughed at his Mum's explanation. Moving furniture. She'd have to keep that in mind for when she had children. That was certainly a clever explanation.

"Not my Mum," she replied. "She always thought that I liked storms a little too much, so she tried to scare me by telling me that lightning could kill me." She grinned. "But that only made me like storms even more."

When Joe enquired about work she sighed with relief. "Just finished, thank goodness. It was getting busy when I left, so now I can go home an relax for a bit." She really needed to relax for a while. Maybe she'd have a long relaxing bath. And then she wouldn't smell like coffee, which is always a plus.

Joe smiled, oddly relieved for her that she'd finished work. Perhaps it was because he would have felt so bad for her if she'd been on her way.

"Do you work in the Starbucks by that lawyers... oh.. what's it called?" Joe queried with a frown, talking more to himself than to her. "Bobbidy and Sons or something," he laughed, knowing that wasn't the real name of the firm, but at the moment he couldn't remember its actual title. It was definitely something beginning with a B, and sons. He thought.

"I'll have to swing by one day and you can hook me up with a latte or something."

"Yeah, that's one," Kitty replied. She walked by that building every time she had to work. "Actually, I believe it's Bailey and Sons," she said, thinking about it for a minute. Then she shrugged. "Not that it matters."

"Yes," Kitty said brightly. "I can definitely hook you up with a latte or something. Whatever you should happen to fancy."

She took a step towards the door. "Thanks again for directions. I should probably let you get back to what you were doing. Sorry to be a bother." Kitty didn't think Joe minded all that much, but still. She felt it needed to be said. She had bothered him when he was just minding his own business.

She smiled. "I guess I'll see you around."

"Bailey and Sons! That's the one," Joe grinned, not that it would have bothered him to spend the rest of the day thinking it was called Bobbidy and Sons. Personally he thought his version of the name was much better. But then again, not very 'lawyerish'. With a name like that, people would probably think they were a law firm for clowns or something. Joe scratched his head thoughtfully. Perhaps he'd just found a hole in the market for lawyers?

Dragging his thoughts back to the present, Joe smiled an waived his hand. "You were absolutely no bother at all," he answered her cheerfully. "If anything, I appreciated a break from the monotony of checking book after book. It's not exactly life saving work, is it?"

"You definitely will," he agreed with a nod of his head. "I'll be coming to get that latter, remember?" Joe grinned again. "Nice to meet you Kitty. I hope the rain holds off until you have chance to get home."

Kitty laughed. "Not exactly life saving, no," she agreed. "But I'm sure the work is appreciated."

"Right," Kitty agreed with an easy smile. "I'll be on the lookout then." Although he'd probably take her by surprise even if she was watching for him.

"Thanks, I hope so too." She grinned. "It was a pleasure to meet you Joe," she said with a smile and she began making her way to the door. She turned as she opened the door and waved a final goodbye before stepping out and making her way to the underground.