**A big thank you to citygrl and astragail who realized that I forgot to re-edit a couple parts of this when I combined the two versions of this story to make the final copy! I completely missed it in this part but remembered most everywhere else Here is the correct version***

I'm typing quickly when I notice him standing in front of my desk in the newsroom. Glancing up, I groan. "I don't have time for this. You promised to let me work today."

He grins. "I did, didn't I?" he pulls the chair away from Logan's desk and moves it next to mine, grabbing the book from my desk. "Continue."

I narrow my eyes at him. "What are you up to?"

He shakes his head, leaning forward and touching his lips to mine. "I missed you love. I decided to visit." He nods towards the computer. "Weren't you writing an article?" he leans back in the chair, placing his feet on my desk and opening the book.

"Finn." I say calmly.

"Yes Rory?" he asks.

"What are you up to?" I turn completely towards him.

He lowers the book. "I'm reading a book love."

I stare at him blankly. "How am I going to work on this article if I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop?"

He laughs lightly. "I'm not always up to something love."

I groan. "Finn, how long have we been dating?"

He smiles. "Would you like that in months, weeks, or days?" he shrugs. "Right then. "714 days."

I sigh. "Right. And in those 714 days have you ever come to the newsroom without a purpose?"

"I have a purpose love." He says softly, holding up the book. "I'm reading your book."

"You hate my books."

"I don't hate your books, precisely. I just find them extremely boring."

"What are you doing here?"

He sighs. "Rory love, you've been holed up in here working on that story for two days. I miss you. I'm spending time with you."

I meet his eyes. "You're serious." I whisper.

He nods. "Write your article love."

I grin. "Thank you." I tell him, turning back to the computer and resuming my work, finishing off the article a few minutes later. I save it, and send a hard copy to the printer at the other end of the room. I glance back at Finn, who is sleeping calmly, before hurrying over and grabbing the copy. I walk swiftly to the editor's door, and knock sharply.

"That had better be you Rory, because I swear to God –

I push the door open. "Relax Paris. I said I'd have it to you by noon." I hand over the copy.

She nods. "It's about time. You do know that that boyfriend of yours is sleeping in Huntzberger's chair, right?"

I nod. "I do."

"And you're going to make him move before the golden boy gets here, right?"

"You know, you really don't have to suck up to him as much as you do."

She sighs. "No, you don't have to suck up to him. You're dating his best friend. I am merely your roommate." She pauses. "His father owns most of the newspapers on the eastern seaboard Rory." She reminds me.

I nod. "And my boyfriend himself owns most of the hotels." I remind her. "What's your point? Nearly everyone at Yale is made of money."

"Dammit Finn! How many times do I have to tell you not to steal my chair?" Logan's voice shouts suddenly.

I glance out the door and realize Logan is calling from a sprawled position on the floor, and Finn is laughing hysterically. I move back into the newsroom quickly, and lean on Logan's desk. "It didn't occur to you to look for a chair before sitting down?" I ask carefully.

He glares at me. "Tell your boyfriend to shut up and come help me."

I shake my head. "You're not as useless as you pretend to be Logan. Get yourself up."

"Are you at least going to tell him to stop stealing my chair?"

I grimace. "See, the problem with that is that if he can't take your chair, he won't visit me, and I like it when he visits me."

"What the hell happened to you?" Colin's voice asks carefully from behind me.

I glance at him. "Finn stole his chair again." I explain.

Colin grins. "You know man, you'd think you'd have started to check by now. He's been doing this for nearly two years."

"What the hell are you doing in my newsroom?" Paris' voice clips.

Colin turns, and smiles at her warmly, and I notice a change in his stance. "Hello Paris."

"What are you doing in my newsroom Rothschild?"

He shrugs. "I was laughing at Logan. I came looking for Finn."

My boyfriend perks up. "It's ready?"

Colin nods, and Finn stands quickly, moving over to me. "Lets go love." He whispers in my ear.

I stare at him. "I knew you were up to something."

He smiles. "I didn't do anything. I had Colin take care of it. Technically, I wasn't up to anything."

Paris holds up her hands. "No. No one is going anywhere until I set some ground rules."

I sigh, and glance at Colin. "Could you do me a favor?"

He shrugs. "Depends on the favor."

"Remind Paris of the reasons the rules are never going to work?"

He nods. "I can do that."

"When am I going to get my chair back?" Logan asks calmly.

"When you go get it mate." Finn cuts in. "I'd bring it back, but Rory and I are leaving now." He pulls my arm, and I follow quickly, yanking him to a stop as soon as we step out of the building. "What?" he asks, turning towards me.

I grin. "Hi." I tell him, pulling him down to touch my lips to his.

I feel his arms come around my waist, and lean into him slightly before pulling back. "Hi." He whispers back.

"Where are we going?"

He shakes his head. "I'm not telling." He pulls me along and we stop in front of our front door. I lean back against the door as he fuses his lips to mine firmly. When he pulls back slowly, I move with him.

"Why did you stop?" I ask softly.

He smiles. "I forgot something." He shrugs. "You go in, I'll be back soon."

I stare after him as he hurries away, scrunching my eyebrows together. He never forgets anything. I shake my head, and open the door, closing it quietly behind me, and then noticing the tall man on the couch. "Jason?"

He glances back. "What took you so long sprite?" he asks.

"You knew I was coming?"

He nods. "Colin left ages ago."

I move to sit next to him. "Finn stole Logan's chair again." I explain.

He grins. "Poor little rich boy fell on his ass again, didn't he?"

I giggle. "He did indeed." I pause. "Does Finn know you're here?"

He meets my eyes. "Sprite, Finn is the reason I'm here." He holds an envelope to me. "This is for you."

I look at it blankly, taking in the writing as calmly as possible. "I swear to God Jason, if he brought me to his room to have you give me a Dear –

"Whoa, calm down." He cuts me off. "That's not what this is." He says quickly.

I hold up the letter. "Then what the hell is it?" I ask sharply.

He winces. "Okay, so I don't specifically know what's in the letter. I'm here because he knew how you were going to react to the envelope. He also knew you'd trust me when I told you that it's not what you think."

I stare at him. "And you don't know what it is." I deadpan.

"Not a clue, I swear."

I carefully open the letter, and read through it. "I'm going to kill him." I mutter darkly. I glance at Jason. "I'm going to assume he doesn't have his phone."

He holds up the object in question. "Sorry."

"And you have no idea what's in the letter?"

He shakes his head. "Nope."

I sigh. "I am. I'm going to kill him. Remind him of that when he calls, okay?" I stand. "I need to get started on this…just…oh hell, tell him I love him, and will finish as soon as I can." I move towards the door, and spy Jason's leather jacket on a hook in the entry. I glance back at him. "Hey Jase?" I ask carefully.

He glances at me. "Yeah?"

I smile. "Would you do me a favor?"

He shrugs. "Sure."

I bite my lip. I'm going to get Finn for this. "Would you mind telling me what a wave skater is?"

He tilts his head. "It's a surfboard. Small, quick. Why?"

I smile. "Just checking. You can go back to watching your show now." As soon as he turns his back, I wince, and then grab the jacket, hurrying upstairs. I glance at it. "One down, twenty-six to go." I mutter, tossing the jacket into the closet so that he won't find it, and looking over the list again. I sigh. I was really looking forward to spending the night with him…