A/N: Still not mine. If they were, I'd own that house in Mexico.

Chapter Two: Welcome Home

George stood in the middle of Los Angeles International Airport, clutching his boarding ticket in his hand. He was supposed to be meeting one of his new roommates here on his layover, and together the two would travel together down to the house in Cabo San Lucas. George nervously tugged on the collar of his Brooks Brothers button-down. He had never done anything like this before in his life. He played piano and violin, spoke three languages, and always ate his vegetables. Blowing out a shaky breath, he continued to scan the airport for this mystery roommate.

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Olivia stirred in bed, rolling her face back and forth in her pillow. Hearing the toilet flush, she instantly shot up in bed. Jonn (two n's, no h) walked out of the bathroom clad in last night's boxers, lazily scratching his chest.

"Hey, babe," he mumbled.

He leaned down and quickly pecked her lips as she eyed him warily, the sheet pulled up over her naked body.

"Did we…" she trailed off, motioning between the bartender's body and her own.

He chuckled. "Yeah. Hey you got any coffee? I have a killer headache."

Groaning, Olivia flopped back onto her pillows and closed her eyes. Jonn wandered out to her small kitchenette, yelling over his shoulder, "I shut your alarm off. It was annoying the shit out of me."

Olivia shot straight up again, looking at the clock.

Shit. ShitShitShit.

She was supposed to be at the airport in thirty minutes.

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Elliot stood in Louisville International Airport shifting his USMC duffle on his shoulder, while Kathy stood next to him, clutching his hand tightly and sobbing like a fool.

Elliot sighed, glancing at his watch. "Babe, I'll be back before you know it."

"No…you…won't," Kathy shuddered.

As Elliot opened his mouth to answer, the loudspeaker blared to life. Last call for Flight 278 to Phoenix. Elliot's travel itinerary had instructed him that he would be flying from Kentucky to Arizona, where he would meet up with two of his roommates. From Arizona, the trio would fly into Los Cabos together and head to the house.

"Babe." Elliot squeezed Kathy's hand gently. "I gotta go or I'm going to miss my flight."

He leaned down and gave her a small, chaste kiss on the lips. Smiling slightly he said, "I'll call you as soon as I get there, ok?"

Kathy nodded pitifully, still sniffling and sobbing quietly as she watched him walk away.

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Fin walked with a casual stride towards Gate E2, searching the crowds for someone who might look like a George Huang. His eyes landed on a small Asian man standing near a coffee cart. The man looked up, locked eyes with Fin, and gave him a hesitant smile.

Settling his headphones around his neck, Fin extended out his hand.

"Hey, shawty. I'm Fin."

"Hello, pleased to meet you, Fin. I'm George Huang."

Last call for Flight 369 to Cabo San Lucas.

Eyeing George with a slight smirk, Fin slid his headphones back over his ears and said, "Let's bounce, shawty."

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Dean casually sauntered into the Phoenix International Airport, still a little drunk from last night's farewell fete. After checking his luggage and passing through security, he made his way to the gate to wait for the two roommates he was supposed to be meeting up with. Scanning the crowd his gaze immediately stuck on a leggy red-head, nervously chewing on her lower lip.

As he started to walk towards her, another man approached her from the left with a large duffel bag slung over his shoulder. Dean's lips fell into a scowl. He had been hoping to travel with two of his female roommates. Dean normally craved competition, but from the looks of this pretty boy easily coaxing a smile from Red's lips, he was about to be given a run for his money.

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The morning was off to a rough start for Dani. After running out of Aqua Net Extra Super Hold Hairspray, breaking an acrylic, and spilling coffee all down the front of her shirt in the taxi, she finally arrived at JFK. She was supposed to be meeting a roommate named Olivia Benson from Manhattan; together the two would fly directly into Los Cabos and head to the new house.

After tugging her suitcases out of the trunk, Dani turned to face the terminal, taking a deep breath before heading in. As she began to walk forward, another traveler came barreling through, practically knocking her over.

"Fuck! Watch where you're fucking going," Dani shouted at the back of the frenzied brunette.

Scowling, she headed inside to check her bags and make her way to the designated terminal. As she approached the rows of plastic chairs, Dani's eyes roamed the area for a potential "Olivia." Her eyes landed on the same brunette from the front of the airport, who now sat in a chair, casually sipping a latte and flipping through a magazine. Huffing out a breath, Dani made her way over to the girl, ready to berate her for rude behavior.

As she approached, the brunette looked up, eyeing Dani curiously. A wide smile broke out on her face as she said, "Dani?"

Dani paused mid-step and nodded hesitantly. The brunette squealed as she jumped up and enveloped Dani in a large hug.

"OMG! Hi! I'm Olivia!"

Fucking Fantastic.

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The Mexico house was a dream. After sixty-eight previous seasons, the interior decorators had grown tired of doing the same house over and over again. With a little bit of creativity and some thinking outside of the box, this was by far the most innovative house they had ever designed for the show. The property they decided to use was actually the former vacation home of one of the world's largest pornographers. The house boasted 19,000 square feet, and after some renovations, the designers had quickly gone to work turning the house into a pad.

The first level of the house featured the show's usual amenities: Kitchen, Living Room, Dining Room, and a large Bar. On the second level there were three large bedrooms, two with two beds and one bedroom with three, as well as the phone room and bathroom. On the third floor, the house's two other bedrooms had been turned into a large "fantasy room," where the roommates had space to entertain guests they brought back to the house. The entrance to the Confessional could also be found on this level. On the first floor, large sliding glass doors off of the kitchen lead out onto an amazing beachfront backyard. The dual-sided bar opened up into a large guest house that had been turned into a game room, which housed a gym, half basketball court, pool table, retro arcade games and some dart boards. Immediately outside the patio doors of the kitchen was a large Jacuzzi, which connected to a wraparound infinity pool overlooking the ocean.

Lisa Shapiro, the head designer of the Cabo house, finished placing the last of the liquor bottles on the shelves above the bar. She scattered some brochures about the Cabo nightlife on the kitchen counter and then took one final look around with a smile on her face. Once all seven roommates arrived, bedrooms would be chosen and the cast would settle in. Then the real fun could begin.