We got to look at Holt's work life now lets see a little bit of Jackson's! Now...I kind of hit a stand still with Secrets Kept it's new chapter is slowly being written. This one is so far easy at the moment and it is taking over my head. :D But Secrets Kept will more and likely be updated in the next few days...hopefully tomorrow if my laptop works in my favor. But enjoy my second chapter to 25 Years!

Holt took one more walk through his club making sure no one was passed out in the bathroom before moving to make sure the booth was properly shut down for the day. Stretching a little as he noticed his manger wiping up the bar, "what happened to Layla?" He asked as Milo smiled at him, "She had to leave early so I told her I will clean up."

Holt made a face, but didn't complain since it was getting done, "What time is it?" He asked as Milo looked at his phone.

"About…7 a.m."

"Oh shit…Jackie is going to be mad with me." Holt said chuckling, "he should have left an hour ago to be for work."

Milo made a face, "Go I will finish up here, Jackson has a job to do."

Holt rolled his eyes as he let Jackson out. He swayed a little looking around the club, most workers were already gone. Not surprised he was still here, he looked at his phone gasping, "Damn it Holt I can get fired for this!" he yelled out running to his car, remembering that he was still at the club he would have to drive…Jackson stared at the car he knew would be forced to drive to work. Looking around for someone he knew to turn the radio off before he could even think about driving. "Damn it damn it Holt you had one responsibly today!" He growled out as he walked back inside to see Milo chuckling a little.

"Need help?" He asked as Jackson handed the keys to Milo. Jackson followed him outside as he went up to the car turning it on…even from the door of the club Jackson could hear the music echo from Holt's sound system. Shaking his head he wondered how Holt hasn't gotten a ticket for noise pollution. "Alright it is safe for you to drive!" Milo said walking back inside.

As much as Jackson hated speeding, but it was super easy to do in Holt's car, plus he was late for work so that didn't help either. Regretting not changing his clothes last night he rushed in slightly disheveled his yellow button up was half tucked into his blue jeans as he still had his lab coat on from his lab he didn't even have his bow tie. His black hair was in a state of disarray, even his yellow bangs wouldn't lay down. How did he mange to get like this? Then he remembered what he was doing right before the switch. Damn it Holt! He shouted in his head as he heard a chuckle. 'I really hate you sometimes!' he mentally yelled at Holt as he walked through the doors trying to get to the bathroom before his boss saw him.

'An eye for an eye Jackie,' Holt said back to him.

"Oh go fall off a cliff!" Jackson rushed out as he got to the bathroom.

'Careful you might have someone hear you.'

"Just fuck you!" He growled as someone appeared behind him as he was glaring at Holt in the mirror.

"Dr. Jekyll are you alright?" A person asked as Jackson jumped and turned around quickly holding his chest.

"Um…" He started to say as Holt was laughing. 'I warned yah.'

"Shut up!" Jackson whispered as the normie in front of him raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't say anything?"

Shaking his head he rubbing his temple, "No not you...I am sorry…I…uh…just a rough night," He smiled at the man in front of him finally getting a good look at him. His heart sunk even more…it was his boss who was taking in Jackson's full appearance.

"The voices acting up again?" His boss joked not knowing how true he was.

Jackson laughed uncomfortably as he turned to look back in the mirror forgetting Holt would be grinning his evil grin at him. "I guess you are right." Jackson tried to joke back as he tried not to scowl at the mirror and refraining from yelling at Holt again.

His boss patted him on the back, "clean yourself up…you need to look your best for the interview and you having a hangover is not going to help in your favor."

Jackson smiled nodding at him as he left, "I wish it was a hangover," as Holt laughed even louder. "You are seriously the worst person ever!" Jackson whispered to Holt as he shrugged disappearing from the mirror allowing Jackson to try to tame his hair. After about ten minutes Jackson was looking a little better. Stilling hearing Holt every now and again he tried his best to focus on his interview later on that day.

This can make or break his career here! He had to be on his toes… especially if they found out Jackson had an alter ego. That was the reason why his mother became a nurse…even then they were uncertain how well she would do with all the pressure of being a nurse. Jackson walked into his lab when his partner was already busy working, "You know if you are going to be an hour and twenty minutes late you could call me." He said not looking up from the microscope.

"Yeah…Sorry about that…I…was…well," Jackson looked at the wall as the red headed scientist glared at him, "you were doing what?"

Jackson tried to think of how to answer that when he sighed, "And they want to give you a promotion."

That snapped Jackson out of his small trance, "What is that suppose to mean?"

He partner turned around in his seat giving Jackson a death glare, "They act like you are a precious jewel! When you are not! You aren't even that smart…I do most of the work! You are always late…how the hell do they not notice? Oh right that is because of your damn last name!" He yelled making Jackson look back stunned.

"You do not do most of the work!" He said trying to keep his cool since Holt's emotions were playing into his. "I might be late in the mornings, but when you leave," He closed his eyes trying to not yell, "I am still here! I found some things you missed in our last report anyway."

"I didn't miss shit!" His partner yelled getting up in Jackson' face, "You don't deserve that promotion! I hope you crash and burn." He walked away as Jackson rubbed his temple with one hand.

"You have no idea what you are talking about!" He growled making the red head look at Jackson in shock. Jackson was used to his partner being rude because he was jealous of how Jackson was able to find and figure things out faster than him. But saying that…that was pushing it, "Listen here…I worked my entire life to get to this point. I put up with your crap every single day…if it wasn't for you screwing up I would have had this interview a lot sooner. You will be lucky if you don't get fired after I leave you!" Jackson leaned on the table rubbing his head…'Holt please just leave me alone.' He begged as Holt chuckled a little. The red head shook his head at what he thought was a poor sight in front of him. Jackson always seemed a little off to him, he didn't know what…but he will find out one day, but for now he knew it wasn't a good time to push Jackson anymore. Last time he did something like this; Jackson burned his notes and hid his favorite pencil. So instead of retaliating he turned back around to his work.

"Asshole can't even drink right." The red head mumbled as Jackson glared at him.

"Oh shut up Toby." Jackson growled again before moving over to his side of the lab. Toby waited until Jackson to be fully engrossed into his work before he figured he will piss him off a little more. Nothing like a little anger to make his interview go horribly wrong, pulling out a small radio he plugged in his phone. Looking over to see Jackson scowling at a piece of paper before crumbling it up and throwing it away rubbing his temple, Toby smiled evilly. The best way to make a hangover worst was to play some loud music! Not to loud he didn't want someone coming in…so slowly easing the music up until he got Jackson's attention with it. Jackson felt a weird burning sensation come over him as he tried to figure out what it was…it was like every hair was standing on edge. He never felt this way unless he was close to music…Like he body was preparing itself for the transformation. He stopped writing to look around, there was no music playing? Toby looked at his paper as he still eased the music louder. Jackson soon heard it the sickening beat of a song…he instantly felt the headache form.

"Toby knock it off!" He groaned out as he hoped he didn't turn it louder…it wasn't even close to the mark to let Holt out…but if someone wanted to hurt them both. This was the easiest way. Slowly raising the music made their transformations almost unbearable.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Toby said turning the music up just a little more as Jackson held on to the table.

"Toby please!" He groaned out as he laughed, "Shouldn't have drank last night!"

He turned it up a little more as Jackson grabbed his head and tried rushing out right before he got almost made it to the level needed for a smooth transformation. At that moment Jackson fell to his knees keeping one hand on the door handle and the other holding his head as he tried not to scream. Toby watched interested on why Jackson was acting this way. Even with a hangover no one should be shaking this bad.

Jackson felt his body over heating as the flames tried to make an appearance, Holt was yelling out in pain wondering what was happening. Jackson couldn't take it anymore…he was trying his best to keep Holt in…but in fighting him and the fact that the music wasn't loud enough made him give up. He sat shaking as his head felt like it was going to explode. Toby turned the music up a little more as Jackson was finally engulfed in the familiar comforting flames. Holt held onto his head taking in deep breaths…that one hurt. His whole body was burning like little needles slowly being pulled from his skin. He sat there for a few minutes longer trying to regain his self before slowly getting up on shaky legs. Looking out the little window on the door he noticed he was at some school? No….He stared in horror of where he was at. Jackson's work! He couldn't be here, he would get Jackson fired for sure! He backed away from the door wondering why Jackson would slowly trigger them. It hurts him just as much as it hurts Holt. Turning around to try to find the source of the music he saw a red headed normie staring at him with an evil grin spreading across his face. Holt just glared at the normie in seeing that he had the source of music.

"What the hell?" Holt whispered as the normie grinned even wider.

"Oh…my...Jackson has been hiding quite a secret!" Toby said making Holt give him a slight worried look.

"It isn't what you think." Holt said trying to stay calm…if this normie told Jackson's boss he had an alter ego. This would not end well. "You are dreamin'…and…"

"I am not dreaming!" Toby yelled happily, "Oh I know how to ruin Jackson's day for sure! I just need to figure out how to keep you-"

Holt tackled the normie trying to grab the radio and phone from him. Toby surprised by the attack was knocked back out of chair having Holt land on him, knocking the wind out of him. Toby dropped the radio making it fall a little out of Holt's reach as he rushed up to get in. Once he got close enough he grabbed it getting up off the floor he turned to see find the normie so he could knock…Toby smack Holt across the face with a metal rod he had under his desk, knocking the blue monster out cold. Breathing a little heavily after the small fight he picked up his chair grinning like an idiot at what he found out today. Jekyll….Hyde…it all makes sense now, he always knew Jackson was different. Why he was always late…it was because of his alter ego! And you can't work as a scientist if they deem you mentally unfit to work with dangerous chemicals…and spilt personalities is definitely one of them. You never know if they are going to switch out at work…and since this is a special case of split personality... Toby could help but laugh! The promotion was going to be his! He just knew it…but he had to make sure that everyone believed him…Jackson has been able to hide his ego for a very long time. So to prove something you need facts! Toby got up to examine the blue monster? Closer. Poking him gently as Holt groaned making him jump back readying the rod just in case. He got up to look around for something to take DNA from him. Remembering he had Q-tips in his desk he quickly grabbed one and a tube to place it in. Opening Holt's mouth he rubbed the side of his cheek. Placing it carefully in the tube he stood up nodding in approval. He studied Holt's face a little more…how much they looked alike…He even had the eyebrow piecing Jackson had…now he knew why he had one…this monster must have won the fight for it.

Toby walked over to get his phone seeing that the monster had his radio. He turned it off so he could call his boss. At that moment flames erupted around the monster making Toby jump back as Jackson started to move rubbing his head.

"What just happened? Why do I feel like I was hit by a bus?"

"You are losing your job that's what!" Toby half sung as Jackson looked up at him in shock.

"No! Whatever you saw…what ever happened! It wasn't rea…" Jackson tried to explain stopping Toby from calling their boss.

"Get off me you psychopath!" Toby yelled pushing Jackson away, "This Company doesn't need another scientist losing his mind, but since you seem to have already lost it…" Toby was about to press call when Jackson knocked him out cold. Massaging his knuckles he fell into his chair. This day was not going in his favor at all! To make it worst he had to be at his interview in an hour…finding his phone in his pocket Jackson letting him breath out in a sigh of relief. Calling Clair to ask her to bring him some fresh clothes…she giggled and said she left some in Holt's trunk just in case Holt was going to be an ass like he normally is. Thanking Clair with all of his heart she hung up on him telling him to clean himself up. Jackson got up and looked over Toby before getting one good kick to his stomach. He was already out cold, but he will feel it when he wakes up. Walking to the door Jackson looked back and grabbed Toby's phone and threw it out the window. Holt was mad…he could feel it pulsing through his mind…but it didn't help that Jackson was beyond pissed himself. Mad at Holt for making him late…almost getting caught by his boss talking to himself…yeah Toby picked a really bad day to make Jackson mad. Going to Holt's car Jackson found the bag Clair mentioned. He rushed up and quickly changed putting a nice white button up shirt with a black bow tie and black pants, Jackson saw shoes in the bag looking down he noticed he wasn't wearing any shoes! How…how did he get past his boss and Toby with not wearing any shoes! Silently thanking his lucky stars no one noticed he quickly put on his socks and shoes…the only question that bothered him the most is how did he not notice he wasn't wearing any shoes? Holt happily remained silent through Jackson trying to figure it out. But then again…Holt was probably feeling bad from the transformation…and almost getting Jackson caught. Well Holt did get him caught…but with no one important.

Jackson headed back to the lab so he could put his bag in there. As he walked in he saw Toby sitting on the ground holding his stomach and nose. It wasn't bleeding, but it was starting to bruise a bit. Jackson held back laughter as he placed his bag under his desk. "Now we are even." He said leaving to head upstairs. Tapping his leg as he rode the elevator to the top floor, this was it…he would meet his boss's boss. At least he was looking a lot better than he did before…fresh clothes…hair laying flat. Even Holt was absent from his mind for the time being.

Walking out of the elevator he headed to the desk where the secretary sat talking on the phone. She held up her finger showing Jackson her bright red nail polish. Jackson looked around checking the time on the wall clock…he was ten minutes early. Good that will show that he is reliable…even though he isn't always. "May I help you?" She asked as she looked him over.

"My name is Jackson-"

"Jekyll…yes I was told you will be coming. Conference room four." She told him going back to her phone calls.

"Um…thanks." He said going to find the room she mentioned.

He could see a long table and many different scientists sitting down talking. Jackson wiped his sweaty hands on his lab coat hoping to have them dry before shaking these men's hands. Taking a deep breath he opened the door getting every person to look at him. He tried not to sink away from their gaze's as his boss Robert walked over and patting him on the back.

"There is the man of the hour! Jackson it is good to have you here! I wanted you to meet my boss, Edward Powers. He is the owner of this company, but you already know that! And that fine looking lady next to him is Dr. Ellen Hydway. She is the leading scientist in psychology and human behavior." He leaned in to whisper to Jackson, "So try not to lie to her."

Jackson chuckled uneasily as he shook both of their hands. "And the rest?" He asked looking around at the other men who were smiling at him. "Don't worry about them just yet Dr. Jekyll they are waiting for me to start a conference."

Jackson gave him a confused look…this was supposed to be an interview, "But what about?"

"You really think after we all saw your reports that we would interview you?" Edward said handing Jackson a new set of keys, "Your new lab is open to you…you can hire one person to help you with your experiments and workings. You earned it!"

Jackson didn't know to be excited or mad…but he thanked his boss trying not to jump up and down like a little kid. He was happy to not have to go through another interview. Robert patted Jackson roughly on the back as Ellen walked up to him shaking his hand. "I will be seeing more of you I am sure Dr. Jekyll knowing our labs will be on the same floor." She walked away heading to her seat leaving the fresh scent of oranges behind. Jackson just stood there as everyone started to take their seats; Robert noticed Jackson was standing there before he patted the seat next to him. "Conference session 101 Jackson sit down." Jackson quickly sat down as the few guys laughed as he blushed a little in embarrassment.

He was back in his old lab getting things together as he waited until he got home to tell Clair about his promotion. He couldn't wait until he could see her eyes shine with happiness. She told him last night that she was getting a client today. She was nervous as always when she met them, but she would make them feel right at home. It was like meeting a friend that you can tell everything that happens in your life, but you just met them. Jackson smiled…it was good to see Clair working as a therapist…she was surprisingly good at it. Rolling his eyes he knew why she was good at it. She had to deal with him and Holt every day, but even then…Jackson and Holt were a special kind of crazy when her clients were just crazy. Toby was nowhere to be seen as Jackson cleaned up. That it was short lived as the door opened and two people walked in. Robert looked a little uncomfortable as Toby was grinning ear from ear. Jackson who had his back towards the door didn't notice right away that they were looking at him.

Robert cleared his throat making Jackson turn around, "Can I help you?" He asked wondering why they were both here.

"Toby has informed me of some troubling news." Robert said playing with the bottom of his tie.

"And what would that be?" Jackson asked calmly trying not to act nervous…he knew Toby would try this…but he didn't prepare himself fully for it…he was to nervous about the interview.

"That you…that you have…a-"

"Split personality!" Toby finished for his boss who glared at him.

"And since you showed no signs of a mental illness you will have to be tested for both split personality and anger management issues and a few others…before you are fully promoted."

Jackson's heart sunk… "Testing?" He breathed out leaning onto his desk for support as he legs started to shake. Toby was couldn't hide his smile as Jackson turned pale…like he was going to pass out.

"And while you are under suspension of being mentally unfit for this job environment I will have to suspend you temporary with pay." His boss told him sadly. This hurt Robert just as much as it did Jackson. Jackson was his best scientist…and to even think he would be mentally unfit for his type of work, it just didn't sit right with him. But when someone comes to him with something like this he had to follow procedure… especially after the said person knocked someone out cold before throwing their phone out the window,

Jackson flinched…his whole lives work…about to be gone from him. He couldn't even think as his boss stood there watching Jackson slowly unfold before his eyes. "When do you think I will be back?" Jackson asked trying to keep himself together.

"The testing will take place Monday…the results should be in after a day." Jackson sighed... "So I will be back Wednesday?"

"If all goes well…then yes you will be." Robert said as Jackson nodded grabbing his bag that had his clothes in it.

"Your suspension starts now." He finished as Jackson just nodded again as he shoulder checked Toby as he left. Moving to his car he sat in the front seat…how can one person mess up your life so much! It wasn't even Holt's fault this happened…for once…Jackson wasn't mad at Holt. He was mad at himself for thinking that they could live two very demanding lives in the same body. Maybe he should go back to trying to figure out how to separate them again. After all he did hit a cold spot that needed some thinking. It has been a year since he looked at it…placing his head on the steering wheel he pulled out his phone to call his best friend. Deuce was just the person he needed to talk to…even if he was living in Greece with his four kids and his always lovely wife Cleo. He would have called Heath…but he was with Abby in the Himalayas, meeting her family so he could get her father's blessing on him asking her hand in marriage. So Deuce it was…