Mike needed advice and he needed it fast. He had only been in Graceland for a week, enough days that Paige returned from her job and Mike and Briggs had sealed the deal for both operations. Yet, it wasn't enough time for Mike to, as Johnny put it, "get a feel" for the house and the people. He was walking into a well-oiled machine that he disrupted, he had unknowingly pushed people out (Donny, as Lauren constantly reminded him) even though it really wasn't his fault or his wish in the first place. His assignment wasn't his first choice but like all good top of the class Agents, he listened to his superiors. He wanted real experience. He wasn't going to let a random-though he knew it wasn't random but purposeful- assignment get his mood down. Perhaps, he could work on his tan and he was learning Spanish better than he had tried to learn in high school when he opted after a year to take French.

Again, Mike reminded himself that he wasn't here to observe the different departments working together; rather, to investigate Paul Briggs, his supposed hero turned So-Cal tai bo instructor. I can't go to him. Mike reminded himself, He'd know what I'm up to. He'll think I can't handle this.

The first person that popped into Mike's mind was Johnny. Despite his jokes, Mike felt an instant connection with Johnny and hoped they could become friends, well, as much as two fellow FBI agents could. Graceland was mostly empty. It was a sprawling modern used to be drug lord mansion that created seclusion spaces for those who liked their hideaways and open glass fields for those who craved constant attention and camaraderie. Mike knew where to find Johnny, in the kitchen.

He was surprised however when he heard gunshots. Mike stiffened but his immediate response was to run towards the sound. He heard two more shots, then cursing, then a groan. Worried, Mike ran towards the sound, scaling down the stairs two steps at a time.

He remembered the Graceland rule of NO GUNS DOWNSTAIRS.

Shit, really? Mike thought, thinking this was one of those times the rules had to be broken. He inwardly cringed, searching for his handgun but finding it not on his person.

Another shot.

More swearing.

He ran.

Then, laughter. Johnny in the family room next to the kitchen with a headset on, a controller in his hand, fingers frantically pressing buttons.

"Dude, you follow the rules?" Johnny scoffed into the microphone pressed against his cheek, "That's wack. You don't follow the rules man, this isn't some campaign trial." He paused, "Why, you got a girl there? I bet you do." He chuckled lowly and shook his head when he was asked a question Mike couldn't hear.

Mike stood there, the worry still evident on his face. He cleared his throat and Johnny turned around, smiling brightly when he saw Mike. He paused the game and told the invisible person,

"Yo, catch ya later. Yeah, yeah, Tuesday. Three p.m. The pier." He shut off the console and the TV. He turned to face Mike,

"Man, you look like you just ate some really bad burritos." He paused, "And no, not from Hector's cause everything there is good." He gave Mike a pointed look with his dark eyes.

Mike swallowed thickly and sat down next to Johnny on the couch. Johnny scooted to accommodate him and he took his headset off, "Bro, what's wrong?" He asked with laughter still in his voice.

"Um," Mike cleared his voice, "I…need advice."

Johnny's eyes widened for a moment out of curiosity and he smirked, "Is it on how to be as ripped and awesome as me?" He paused, "Cause you know, you should live out on the beach if you wanna at least get a Spring break tan." He reminded the white boy from the East coast, "Is it about the no girls upstairs rule?" He looked at Mike, "Cause, I know it sucks, but we have to have it for obvious reasons."

"No, no, not about that." Mike shook his head and laughed nervously, "Though, I may ask you about that stuff later." He joked, "It's…."

"About Briggs?" Johnny raised an eyebrow, "Look, I know he's not the guy you thought he was but people change. They change their identities, their covers, Briggs is the way he is because he has to be." He paused as he saw that really wasn't the answer Mike was looking for.

Johnny's cell phone rang and when he saw the number he stood up hurriedly, "Yo, I gotta take this man, sorry. " He grabbed a bag and his sunglasses and opened up a sliding glass door, "Uh," He gave Mike an apologetic look and glanced at his watch, "We'll talk later." He reassured Mike but the young Agent wasn't so sure that Johnny would even be back before their daily beers on the beach.

Mike just nodded, reassuring Johnny that everything was alright when it really wasn't. He went off in search of a new person with advice.

Unfortunately for both parties involved, that was Crazy Jakes or DJ.