I finger the coat guiltily. Wow, I haven't thought about that weekend in a long time. I mean, it was perfect, in so many ways. I met Jason, who has been the best friend to Finn. He never gave up, no matter how fast Finn ran. I smile, glancing at my room, thinking back to the day Finn gave him the jacket.

We were all gathered on the beach. "I want to thank you." Finn looked at Jason in the eyes. "I put you through hell, never coming back, never writing. You never gave up on me." He tossed him the box, and I remember squeezing Finn's hand. He'd been so nervous about giving Jase the jacket.

***FLASHBACK***

As Jason opened the box, he grinned. "A Top Gun jacket?"

He nods. "A Top Gun jacket."

"This looks disturbingly…" he had trailed off then, staring at the tag. "Finn, is this?"

He had nodded. "I'm making amends, so to speak. I wasn't impressed with you when you tried to help me see my mother's perspective. That jacket was never mine."

Jason had shaken his head in amazement. "Thank you mate." He had whispered. "I didn't think I'd ever see it again."

Finn had nodded. "It was your father's. You should have it."

I remember smiling. "Besides, you're going to need a warm jacket when you finally come visit us next month."

Jason had grimaced. "Remind me again why I'm going to Connecticut in December?"

"The ever persuasive Lorelai requested your presence. She wants to meet you."

"Why is that again?"

I smiled wider. "That would be because you were a participant in the child-stealing operation."

"I was not. I was there. I didn't know anything about you having been stolen until well after the fact."

"She doesn't care." I reminded him. "The moment your name came up, she decided she needed to meet you. It'll be fun."

"Yeah mate, just remember to watch your backside." Finn had grinned.

***END FLASHBACK***

I smile, shaking my head. "We've had an interesting ride, that's for sure." I whisper, leaning back into the couch.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Paris' voice clips from the door. "Didn't you leave with Finn?"

I nod. "Yeah, he had an errand to run." I smile.

"Oh, don't be goopy." She clips, and flops into the chair across from me. "What the hell is Rothschild's problem, anyways?" she asks suddenly.

I stare at her. "You're serious?"

She nods. "Of course I'm serious. I mean; he's always around. I understand that you're dating his best friend. I do. And I understand that the two of you spend time with Logan and Stephanie. But why does he always show up? Every time he shows up, I end up having to entertain him."

I blink a few times. "This bothers you? That someone actually wants to spend time around you bothers you?" I lean forward. "Paris, you do remember the disaster that was Doyle, right? He avoided you all the time unless he wanted to have sex, you complained, and he left you standing in the newsroom crying." I pause. "Colin enjoys spending time with you."

I watch her eyes go wide. "You mean with me, not just tagging along because he has no other friends?"

I sigh. "Jesus." I mutter darkly, pulling out my cell. "Give me a minute." I dial quickly.

"I don't know where he is." He answers the phone.

I roll my eyes. "I'm aware of that Logan. That's not why I'm calling."

"It's not?" he asks incredulously. "We were told you were probably going to be calling us all a lot in the next few days to track him down."

I smile. "I'll get around to it. I'm actually calling to ask you what the hell Colin has stuck up his ass."

I can almost hear the wince. "This is about Gellar, isn't it?"

I nod. "It is, in fact."

"I can honestly say I'm not sure what's going on there. It probably has a lot to do with the fact that he saw the way Doyle ended it with her, wants to make sure he's not rebound guy. He's been rebound guy a few times. You should know; you were there for Lane. Don't get me wrong, it was better that she ended up with Dave."

I nod. "So she should date?"

"Probably not, it might push him too far. She should talk to him though."

"Logan, have you ever met Paris?"

He pauses. "I'll talk to him."

"Good." I pause. "Hey, do you still have that hat?" I try to sound casual.

"What hat?" he sounds confused.

I wince at the odd look on Paris' face. "That hat…the one you used to wear in the newsroom?"

"Yeah, I keep it in my closet. Drives Finn nuts, he likes to think he's the quirky one, but when I put that hat on, I just lapse into one of those twenties reporter accents."

I nod. "Logan that's not quirky, it's annoying."

He laughs. "Yeah, I know. That's why I still have the hat."

I glance at Paris. "I should go. You'll talk to him?"

"I'll see what I can do, don't expect much though. Finn has been MIA for a few hours, and he's usually the one who can get us to act on our feelings."

I sigh. "Look, I know you guys aren't his biggest fan, I'll never understand why, but whatever, anyways, Jason is in town. He has Finn's cell, and can get in touch with him. It's important. Tell him that if he wants me to go on his little quest, he'll do this for you."

"You're on a quest for Finn?"

I sigh. "Something like that. He says he's not going to see me until I finish."

"How is he going to keep track then?"

I shrug, even though I know he can't hear me. "I don't know, probably through my mom. I haven't told her anything about it yet, but I can't imagine he'd do this without telling her."

"Probably a good place to start. Good luck Ace."

I smile. "You too…and Logan?"

"Yeah?"

"If you talk to Finn, tell him I miss him?"

He laughs again. "I'll do that."

"Thanks." I end the call and look at Paris.

"Finn is missing?" she asks softly.

I nod. "Yeah. Look, Paris, the thing with Colin is…he likes you, I can see it. Strangely, you balance each other out. He's nervous, you're nervous."

She nods. "Yeah, it's just that Rory…I don't think I can do another relationship." She whispers.

I smile softly. "Paris, Doyle wasn't a relationship. You know that."

She moves over to the couch, and I put my arm around her. "I do, but it's not like I had a huge amount of luck before him."

I nod. "But, if it hadn't been for Asher, I never would have gotten close to the three stooges, and you never would have met Colin."

She shrugs. "I suppose."

I pull back and look her in the eyes. "Look, just promise me that you aren't going to bail if he comes to talk. Give it a chance."

"Like you did with Finn."

I nod. "Like I did with Finn."

"I don't have to go to a foreign country on a whim, do I?"

I start to laugh. "I don't think either of you are made for that kind of thing. I survived because my mom is pretty spontaneous herself. I know how to handle it."

"Is that a no?" she asks firmly.

"That's a no."