Mike sat in the kitchen, a little dejected that Johnny had left him with more questions than answers. He wanted to ask him things that weren't about Briggs but involved Briggs. He was worried that trusting people and opening up to them would only show his weakness. He realized he probably was the rookie kid they all thought he was.

Against his better judgment, he opened up DJ's or Crazy Jake's orange juice and poured himself a glass. If Jakes complained, he'd just buy him two more cartons. Mike sighed into the glass as he drank the juice and felt the bitterness hit his tongue.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He heard DJ's booming voice remind him that was in fact, his orange juice that Mike was drinking.

"I, uh," Mike stuttered, setting his glass down loudly on the kitchen countertop and rising to meet Jakes. "Johnny's not here." He answered and Jakes's pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose, "What does that have to do with my orange juice, Levi?" He asked him, sighing at the fact, and taking the half-emptied carton from him.

"He had a job, I think and I was just about to ask him for advice…"Mike trailed off nervously.

"Advice?" Jakes's laughed at this but he sobered up his expression when he saw how in need of it Mike was. "What about?" He asked hesitantly, "Not that I care about your scrawny ass or anything but Johnny isn't the person you should be going to."

Mike looked saddened by this fact but he knew in his heart that what Jakes's said was true. Johnny could be sagely and Zen but he wasn't what Mike needed right now.

"You think I'm going to sit here with you and give you advice?" He said sarcastically as Mike looked at him expectantly, "Boy, get your ass outta here and get me some more orange juice."

He felt a semi-twinge of guilt enter his body as he saw how dejected Mike looked. Whoa, something must really be eating at him, Jakes's thought and he pursed his lips.

"Just stay the hell outta my way but if you ever need advice, not that I'd give it to you, but you could give that sad puppy dog look out the window while I drink my orange juice and you have some time to yourself to think, alright?" He raised an eyebrow as if to ask if this was acceptable enough to the young agent.

Mike nodded and gave a weak smile, "Thanks Dale." He noted.

"Don't call me Dale." He reminded him, "It's Jakes's, okay Levi?" He stressed Mike's nickname with a sardonic smile before he took another sip of his orange juice and stood up from the counter. He rapped the countertop with his knuckles to get Mike's attention and he smiled at him, "Stay the hell outta my way."

Again, Mike was left with more questions than answers. He heard a voice he didn't really recognize until he listened to the chattering of a Korean pop song wafting through the house. Paige, the newest member, well not the newest but the only person he didn't really know. Maybe she could shed some light on this whole operation.