A/N: First, thank you for all of the great reviews for the first chapter. I'm really touched by the feedback. Second, I have no excuse for waiting so long to update other than I am an adult with an insanely busy life. Third, I wrote part of this chapter back during the summer and have made some adjustments to fit the canon so if it doesn't quite jive with the here and now I did the best I could without scrapping what I had already written.

Winds of Change

Part2

5 Days later…

Chris LaSalle was in a happy mood when he walked into the bullpen. He was a mite anxious to get back to work after being on vacation for two weeks with nothing but fishing, partying and more fishing. He was chomping at the bit in fact.

Particularly, he was ready to spend time with his partner. He knew Percy was still a little ticked over the whole hug and the admission of his feelings, but he didn't care. Now that they were back at work, there was no way she could avoid him.

He had to admit, he was secretly pleased when he saw Percy roll her eyes when she didn't think he was looking after Addie had purposely flirted with him that night in the ambulance after the Roger's case.

And he'd flirted right back.

He knew that Addie wouldn't read anything into it. That was just the way they rolled. He and Addie had been friends for a long time, drinking buddies. Oh sure they'd occasionally rubbed elbows and turned their flirting into a little bit more, but that's just who they were. There was nothing serious about it. Though, there was that one time on Christmas Eve when he'd been feeling especially low over Cade.

Not that Percy needed to know about that right now. In fact, as long as Addie was going to be working in the office he couldn't think of any reason he needed to tell her, ever-. It wasn't as if he and Sonja were exclusive quite the opposite she'd yet to give any indication that she felt anything besides their platonic working relationship. Maybe going out on the limb and professing his feelings had been a mistake? He could handle it. So what if she was the first person that he really cared about since losing Savannah?

"Hey, what ya got there?" Percy looked up at him from her desk, coffee cup in hand.

He looked down at the square cardboard moving box in his arms before placing it on Brody's desk. "Lt. Watkins, personal items."

"What, she can't carry her own things?"

LaSalle looked at her from over his shoulder. "Well, her arm is in a cast."

Sonja pursed her lips tightly before letting out a casual but caustic dig. "Oh right. She broke her wrist courtesy of the truck you destroyed."

"I didn't destroy the truck. It's a hazard of the job." He said, smoothly.

Percy set her cup down and pulled to her feet. "Newsflash caveman, we weren't on the job. You did that on your own time."

"I was helping out the SECO officer of the base! Therefore, it's technically classified as work." LaSalle looked toward the kitchen to see Pride. The older man was standing in the doorway, tempting Addie and Patton with his homemade Andouille Sausage balls. "I'm goin' ta get me some breakfast. How b'out you?"

Sonja crossed her arms over her chest, an undeniable look of utter contempt spreading across her face.

"C'mon, now. There's no reason for you to get all bowed up jus' because I carried in a box for Addie." Maybe his impromptu hug had gotten to her a little bit after all?

Percy crossed over from behind the desk giving him a murderous glance and got right up into his face. Without much thought, she jabbed him in the chest with her index finger, words spouting out from her mouth, "I've got no problem with you helping out the Lieutenant, but the box… It doesn't belong on Brody's desk!"

"Why not? Gregorio uses it when she's here." As much as it pained him, it was time that they stopped calling it Brody's desk.

LaSalle couldn't school his expression as he backed away from her assaulting finger. He was a bit perplexed as why Percy seemed to be so upset. He knew that the two of them had been friends, but he didn't think they were especially close. If he had to guess he was the closer to Percy that Brody.

"Somethin' goin on out here?" Thank God for Pride LaSalle thought as the senior agent ventured further into the room.

"We're good, King." Chris looked down at Percy, before picking up the box and crossing the room to his own desk. The box made a jingling sound as he set it down a bit too hard before turning and noting that Percy was still in her uptight angry mode.

"Well then would the two of you mind joinin' the rest of us in the kitchen then? Pride pinned the two of them with his best authoritative stare. "Breakfast is getting' cold."

Throughout breakfast, the heated looks from Percy continued and LaSalle couldn't figure out why. For the most part he tried to ignore them by making conversation with Patton and Addie. It was all he could do to prevent himself by dragging her from the room caveman style and beating it out of her.

"This was good, Pride. I'm glad I came on the right day." Addie said of her empty plate.

Immediately, LaSalle brought out his usual sense of Southern hospitality and reached for her plate. He could hardly expect the woman with the cast to carry her own plate to the sink. "Oh this isn't a special occasion; Pride cooks like this every day so you're in for a real treat."

He went for Percy's plate as well as only to have her pull it back, her. She pushed back her chair back the wood scraping on the tiled floor as she rose to her feet. A hint of an angry glance met his eye as she stepped in front of him on her way to the sink.

"Brody and I usually did the dishes, but since she's gone and Addie can't get her cast wet it's just me and you."

Percy made a sound from deep within her throat that resembled an animalistic growl. LaSalle suspected that if she could she would have clawed his eyes right then and there.

But why?

Well, one thing was certain he was bound and determined to find out.

After the dishes were done and put away, LaSalle followed Percy to the courtyard.

"Percy"

He hung back watching her stop, fan out her hands and finally turn. "I really can't deal you right now, LaSalle."

His brow furrowed. "Why?"

"Because I- "Instinctively and stubbornly she bit down on her lip.

"There ya go, bitin' your lip again. It means ya don't want to tell me how ya really feel. "

"You wanna know how I feel?" she blurted out, nearly bug-eyed.

For a second Chris thought she was going to lunge at him so he turned intent on heading back inside. "I already know how ya feel, you're jealous."

"I'm not jealous!" Chris was punched in the back, the force of her weight causing him to stumble. If she wasn't jealous then was she acting liking a dang fool? She was getting physical with him?

Seriously?

His brows knitted as he whirled back around. "Then why'd ya just punch me in the back?"

Percy crossed her arms over her chest, displaying her classic pouty frown. "You could have gotten yourself killed!"

"Oh, that again," Chris scoffed; rolling his eyes, before he ceremoniously placed his hands in a praying position, giving her a slight bow. "Well, to quote you, I lived. I go now." He and Addie still had a case to solve.

A/N II Is anyone else wondering why Shalita Grant wasn't bumped up in the opening credits and promoted to full time status? It seems to me that the FBI agent, should have the later billing and less screen time? New Executive Producers pet creation?