When Tosh came in to work the next day, her whole desk was covered in red roses. Hundreds of roses. They were everywhere: all over her computer, her keyboard, her chair, everywhere! She stood there, staring at it all in shock. Where had all these come from?
"You like them?" Tosh looked to her left to see Owen leaning casually against one of the larger consoles, a wide grin on his face.
"Well . . . yes. They're beautiful!"
"So . . . you wanna go snog in the file room again?" He winked at her and grinned.
Tosh's smile quickly turned into an offended glare as she huffed in annoyance. "You're such an ass!" she yelled as she turned and stormed out of the room.
Owen slumped back against the console, disappointed. Why had he said that? He always blurted things out without thinking when he got nervous, and Tosh made him so nervous! Winning her over was going to be harder than he had thought.
He decided to go ask Gwen for ideas. After all, she and Tosh had become very close in recent months. She would know Tosh's mind better than anyone. She'd be able to help him.
"Hey, Jack!" Owen called up to the office on the second floor.
"I'm a little busy right now!" A voice called back, he sounded out of breath. The blinds on his office were drawn, but Owen was persistent.
"I really don't care what you and your little boy toy are doing. I just need to know where Gwen is!"
"She's off . . . on a recon mission" Jack grunted. "Look it up on the computer."
"Thanks, that's all I needed to know." Owen went over to the computer and programmed Gwen's coordinates into his phone.
When he finally reached her coordinates, he realized that he had arrived just in the nick of time. As he pulled up onto the top floor of the parking garage he saw a circle of about thirty weevils that was slowly closing in on the person standing at the center of that circle. That person, of course, was Gwen. She was holding her hand gun out at arms length and quickly turning round and round the circle of weevils in a desperate attempt to keep them at bay. Owen laughed, what would everyone do without him there to save there asses?
He hopped out of the car and grabbed a small, metal sphere from the back of the car before turning to the circle of weevils. "Hey, Gwen! Cover your eyes!" Owen shouted as he twisted the top and bottom halves of the sphere. For a second, Gwen stared at him in confusion, then, realization dawned in her eyes and she quickly swung her hands over her face.
Owen tossed the now beeping sphere into the midsts of the weevils. The beeping sped up, as if in a count down, then a sudden flash filled he parking garage and the weevils fell to the concrete, unconscious.
"Thanks for saving me, for a minute there I thought I was a goner." Gwen said as she climbed over motionless weevil bodies.
"Anytime," Owen smiled. "Now how about a drink? I need your help with something; something personal.
"Sure." Gwen said, confused, as she followed Owen to the car. She had never seen him look so out of sorts before. He seemed nervous. Owen was the cockiest person she'd ever met, she didn't think he was capable of feeling nervous. This had to be something pretty important; her curiosity was piqued.