Granite woke up and stretched before walking into the shower letting the water drift over his body. The dream he had reminded him that things had just gotten messy. A new deal had just been laid out with the grumpy sourpuss. Only to be buried under the avalanche of his own Jealousy. He never made a mistake like that before. Things have definitely gotten messy. (Still...) His mind flashes back to the playful kisses. His burger mouth smile, the light on his sleeping face. He let out a deep breath and ran the water cold.

“Tender, you're about to drive me more crazy than I already am.” He could see some of his zeros flying away from his back account. He finishes up his shower to turn the knob before grabbing the towel.

Grabbing the folder on his nightstand he sat on the bed to thumb through it. Granite had been combing through the file for the last couple of days since, dropping Slate off where his people could pick him up. He felt like a scared teenager waiting afar for him to be picked up. He had never felt so annoyed in his life. (Why the hell did I have to hide like that. I should have stood there and dare one of those buffoons to say something, anything.) He threw his alarm clock at the wall.

The folder held his next hit. He looks at the young college student. The guy kind of held some similarities to his boyfriend. (He's not Tender, but he's cute enough in the bookworm way.) His phone vibrated on the bed.

“Is it done. Came the agitated voice of the man of is lover.”

“Well there was no additional fund in my offshores. So I think you should have your answer.”

“I don't have much time.” Pierce rasp.

“I don't have much patience. As for damns. I, last saw it's backside around 15 or 16 years old. “ He chuckles. “It never did comb back.”

“You will see it tonight.”

“And you will have your answer three nights from tonight.”

(I swear every time I talk to that sleazebag. I feel like hitting the wall. I can only imagine how tender felt growing up with him.)

Mac waited in the hospital waiting room. Jay has yet to finish his check-up and is running late. Jean wanted their help in throwing a party for Barbara. She just received a raise for exemplary work on the force.

Jay finally exited. “Free at last a picture of health.''

He bounced up. “Great! Now we can-”

Jay pulls him close before he could finish. “So are you going to reward me, Sexy branch?”

Mac pulled out of his grasp. Filling a little flustered. “Not here and not now. I'm starting to think you have only one subject that stay s on your mind.”

A wicked smile brightens his eyes. “Yup. Driftwood. All-day every day. “ He whispers in his ears. “You can major in me too. I promise to grade on an easy curve “.

Mac rushed out of there afraid he will turn beet red at any second.

Jean was arranging things in Barb's apartment. (This is going to be the best surprise party ever.) Randal bumps one of the tables a little too close to the wall.

Jase swore under his breath. “I swear, if you tick her off tonight. I am just going to let her roast you alive. You can even move some furniture without making me fear her raft.”

“Jase, you better take that back. My girlfriend is a sweetheart. Sweeter than punch. She can be a little spicy at times, but is always my sweet peach.”

“Huh! “ Randal yelped out. “ Sweet, peach, punch, what alien version of her have you met. Punch is the only part you got right with the wrong meaning.

One of her brows twitch slightly. “Do you think I am going to let you insult my babe in her own house?” She slams her fist on the top of the ladder she stood on. “Take it back, or it's on.”

Driftwood dropped the bags in front of the door to catch his breath. Jay dropped his down too.

“Okay, caught my breath we can go in now.” Mac smiles at him.

Jay pulls his boyfriend close as he leans in. “Great. Just in time for me to speak it back.” He passionately took his lips with his. Slowly getting loss in their own emotional and unspoken but clear need. “

Mac pulls back barely able to keep his head straight. “Rain check. I promise we really don't have enough time.”

Jay groans in annoyance. “We can skip.” He offered sweetly.

“No. We go inside.” He lifts his arms to put space between them. “Now.”

He sighs. “Sexy branch takes charge again.” (I can't complain. I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it.)

They walk in to find decorations everywhere and JJ trying to keep Jean at bay.

“What are you guys waiting for? Help me!”