"Drew!"

He scrambled to balance the extra weight as Krista jumped into his arms and hugged him. "Hey!"

"You look great! How was the honeymoon?" she beamed.

"Amazing," he smiled as they walked toward the locker room. "We really didn't want to leave."

"I'm glad you're back though. I've missed you!"

He sat his bag down on the bench, "We got you something." He pulled the gift bag out of a large duffel he had packed with everyone's stuff and handed it to her.

"You shouldn't have!" She opened it and took out the hand bag. "Oh my God Drew! It's beautiful!" she squealed and hugged him.

"I'm glad you like it," he laughed.

"I love it!"

He listened to her talk about things that had happened while he was gone as he stepped around the corner to change into his scrubs. "So how have things been going for you and Paul? Any trouble?"

"I've been working with Jordan a lot lately," she avoided.

He stepped back into the room and put his clothes in his locker before sitting down in front of her. "Krista," he scolded. "What's going on?"

"It's nothing, really."

"Uh huh," he nodded. "Tell me."

"Yeah, tell him," T.C. said having heard part of the conversation as he entered. He shook Drew's hand, "Welcome back man."

"Thanks," he smiled.

"The children have not been playing nicely while you were away," T shook his head. "Toph is at his wits end with them both."

"What's going on?" Drew asked.

"They have been trying to one up each other and play this stupid I can prove myself more then you game."

"What?" he glared at Krista. "I thought that was over?"

"He started it again! He accused me of screwing up a surgery. He said that I screwed up and got away with it because I was sleeping with Joey."

Drew frowned. "So she accused him of screwing up on a patient who had a heart attack," T.C. added, "and it's been war ever since. Jordan took Krista and Toph has been working with Paul to try and keep them separated." Krista was looking down at her hands ashamed.

Drew shook his head, "Looks like I came back just in time huh?" He looked at Krista, "Go get Paul and I want to see you both in my office, now." She went to do as she was told. He grabbed a t shirt out of the duffel and tossed it at T.C. "We found this and thought of you."

He looked at the shirt and cracked up, "It's perfect!" It had a Harley on it and said Keep your fingers off my bike and I'll keep my bike off your fingers.

Rick was putting packets out on the tables before people arrived. This particular class would be doing their final testing soon and he had high hopes most all of them would graduate. He had a couple he was worried about though and he was trying to think of what he could do to help them advance. He was pulled from his thoughts by a knock on the door. "Mr. Lincoln?"

"Hey Prichard what can I do for you?"

"I know it's early but do you have a sec?"

"Sure come on in," he sat down at one of the tables and pulled a chair out for him to set by him. "What's up?"

"I'm having some trouble learning some of the assault guns," he was nervous.

"Your shooting is on target but I understand you're having some issues breaking them down and reassembling them?"

"Yeah and Mr. Brisco he isn't much for teaching you. I mean he expects you to know that stuff and I understand that but I've never had the chance to work with the assault guns before because I'm not military." He took a deep breath, "I know this isn't your area, it's Mr. Brisco's but I was wondering if I there was anyone you knew who could work with me on this? I will pay someone to tutor me or whatever. I just really want to do well here."

He smiled, "It's your first week and you are doing great. If you are willing to come before or after my work schedule then I will be glad to work with you on breaking them down and reassembling them."

"You will?" he was shocked that someone in Rick's position would be willing to help him.

"Of course. I see a lot of potential in you and it shows how much this certification means to you that you would ask for help."

"Thanks so much Mr. Lincoln!" he jumped to his feet and shook his hand before rushing excitedly out the door.

Rick laughed and stood as some of his students came in. Everyone welcomed him back and were talking happily waiting for class to start when Grayson walked in. "Damn you made it back," he shook his head. "Last week was the best week here with you gone."

Rick sat on the front of his desk, "Well as long as your able to pass then it will be your last week here right?" He leaned closer to Grayson, "but from the looks of it you enjoy being here because you're failing miserably."

Grayson glared at him, "If I'm failing it's because my instructor is too busy sucking dick to teach me!"

Rick stood, fists clinched at his sides, "Yeah? Is that why everyone else is passing my class?"

Grayson shoved Rick but before anyone could swing some of the others broke it up. "That's enough Grayson!" Barnes yelled. "Why don't you get daddy to buy you a damn degree like he's bought everything else for you!"

"Fuck you Barnes!"

"Enough!" Atkins yelled. He was a very large, intimidating man and Grayson sat down in his seat.

Rick angrily jerked away from Barnes and straightened his shirt before taking a deep breath to calm himself. "Everyone take a seat. Today we are going to review what you need to work on for next week's test. If there are any questions or anyone feels like we need to review any part of this please let me know. I will work with everyone in any way I can to help you pass." He picked up his book, "Open your packets to page one."