He was sitting in Java, with a cup of his favourite coffee, when he saw Casey running in like a wild maniac, his cell phone in his hands and his hair sticking out in all dirrections. Luke smirked as his friend recognized him and ran over to sit in the chair across the tabe. "Deep Breathes man, your gonna kill yourself." Luke said calmly, trying to lower the chance of Casey passing out from lack of breath. That would really put a damper on his already horrid day.

It had started at about five that morning, or it was supossed to of, but he had set the alarm and hour and a half late, so he wasn't up until six thirty. After a quick, and not-so-nourissing, breakfast of a bowl of ceral, no milk, he was off to his office to work. Against his wishes, Luke's mother had set him up to take two weeks off of school, work, and anything else distracting so he could get some work on his book finished. Sure he had lots of ideas, but no time. Lily Snyder had taken care of that problem, it was now up to Luke to get something done, or else he wouldn't hear the end of it for the rest of his life.

This 'imprisionment' had started three days ago, and since then he'd written almost 14 and a half chapters, whitch wasn't so bad considering he swore he was coming across constant mental block. And thats when it happened. Just that morning, Luke had done just as he's been joking about for three days now, his mind had just stopped. It'd run out of ideas, out of form, and out of muse. There really wasn't anything left for him to write with.

To his surprise, he's been alowed to walk down to Java and get a cup of coffee, considering the progress he'd had so far. But, and there was always a but with Lily, he had to be back in no more than two hours. He planned on doing just that, and he'd sure be darned if he didn't have somethng to write about by then.

So now, despite of his atempts to be left alone, followed by his mother's, he was sitting in Java, sipping a cup of coffee, and trying to calm one of his best friends down from what could have been one of three things. A terribly long run, A hugely shocking surprise, or A heart attack. He imediatly crossed out heart attack, seeing as Casey was sitting in front of him now. But that just left the run or the surprise, it had to be one of the other, it couldn't be both.

How very wrong he was.

"What's wrong Case?" He asked, Casey picked him his head and looking Luke deep in the eyes, he worry aparent among the blue.

Casey shook one long shiver, from the top of his head to the toes of his feet, before he spoke. Followed by a deep breath. Closing his eyes he whispered, almost soundlessly,

"I think Roth is cheating on Kyle."

"What?"

Casey looked up,

"I said, I think Roth is cheating on Kyle."

"I know what you said Case, I heard you the first time, I just couldn't believe it." Luke explained himself, suddenly furious with the world. He was, for several reasons, extreamly mad at anything around him, but the main two would be, One; his brain meltdown, and Two; Casey's acusation about Roth.

"How do you know?" Luke asked his friend, whom, even if he'd trust with his life, the truth wasn't really Casey's thing.

"I have pictures." Casey assured him, and Luke suddenly felt a lump in his stomach knot up into a huge ball.

Casey pulled out his cell and showed Luke the pictures he taken of Roth and the guy from the hospital. Luke examened them, and then concluded. "I dunno Casey, he could have just got some bad news and needed someone to with him a hug?"

"I see you point, but you weren't there, these two aren't in a 'Oh dear, i'm so sorry for you even though i don't know you.' its' an, 'thank you being my everything thoughout this who disaster,' hug.

Luke hesitated for a moment, but then realized that Casey did have a strong defending point. He was snagged. "So what is it you want me to do?" He asked politly, Casey just smirked in a way that made Luke a little uncomfortable. It's what normally came right before Casey talked him or Alison into doing something stupid that would, most definetly, get them in trouble. Luke had never liked getting in trouble, he was a good kid, taught by his father, well, his step-father, Holden Snyder. As soon as he was old enough to understand, Lily Snyder explained to her son everything she knew about his real father. Ever since that day he'd vowed not to turn into the blood-sucking leach his father had come to be. Holden had gotten a hoot over a nine year old Luke running around the living room with a broom chanting, "Knock It Down! Blow It Up! Is It Something? Take A Look!" The classic Snyder distruction chant. Lily hadn't been empressed, at first, but after a while she found it quite funny. Luke had, ever since that day, wanted to prove to Holden that he was meant to be a Snyder. And he kept trying, even today, eventhough he knew, and everyone else knew, he'd belonged to this family for many years.

"We're going on a stakeout!."

Well wasn't that interesting. Just my take into the early years of the little Luke. Interested yet? How are they gonna pull off a stakeout on the great Dr. Oliver. Easy, he's not a doctor yet, nor is known to be great. It shouldn't be that long, right?

The next chapter is in Reid's view, as he gets some even better news about his little sister.