When I opened my eyes, I found myself resting on Zach's chest, as I am every morning. I turned over to look at the clock, reading 5:14. Why did spies have to get up so early?

"Mmm," I moaned, rolling over back to Zach, giving Zach a quick kiss on his neck before getting up to stretch. "Come on, we have to get up."

Zach layed there and pretended he was still sleeping. I could tell he was trying not to smirk, but it still emerged.

"So that's how it is, huh?" I asked, smiling. "Okay then," I started, dragging out the "okay", climbing on top of him."So..." I started in an alluring voice. "You're not gonna get up, Zach?", I continued, kissing my way up his chest, to his throat, my hands on his perfectly-sculpted abdomen. He still didn't make any attempt to move, but his lips flinched a bit. "That's too bad, because, I really wanted to..." I let myself trail off, forcing my actions do the talking. I kissed down with my tongue until I reached his nipple, twirled my tongue around it, and bit down slightly, adding a little moan for effect. Zach's hand flinched, his teeth digging into his bottom lip, and it was obvious he was struggling to keep his facade up. I smiled to myself as I started to push myself off him and sighed in fake-remorse, "Oh well." Zach's hands slapped down on my very upper thighs, right under my butt, and kept me down on him.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked me, his voice gruff.

I smirked, and replied, "I am going to take a shower." Wiggling my eyebrows suggestively, I asked, "Care to join me?" Zach smirked, and gave me a kiss.

"What do you think?" he asked, rolling his eyes. He leaned in for another kiss, but when I started to pull away, he pulled me in again, elongating and deepening the connection of our lips. I moaned when he did that amazing thing with his talented tongue, and grabbed his hair. And right when we were about to really get things going, the door flies open and I hear that irritating voice yet again.

"Hey, do- Whoa!" he said, barging in as he had done last night, with that same look of faux surprise. "Do you guys ever keep your hands to yourselves?"

"What do you want, Justin?" I asked, anger rising to my voice.

"I just wanted to know when we eat breakfast," he said as if in complete innocence.

"In three hours," Zach told him, his eyes silently telling Justin to get out. Now.

"You need that long?" Justin asked, incredulous.

"I want that long."

"Okay," Justin said, raising his arms as a symbol of he was backing off. He could tell that there wouldn't be any further discussion on the matter.

When Justin was out of the room, I huffed and crossed my arms.

Zach sighed, in disappointment, and inferred, "You're not in the mood anymore, are you?"

"I'm sorry, baby," I crooned, my thumb rubbing circles on his cheek.. "It's just...that guy just frustrates me so bad! He's got this creepy aura about him."

"Give him a chance," Zach begged. "Please? For me?" He slid his lips down my neck, his fingers tracing playful patterns on my legs. He knew that he could get me to do anything when he did things like that.

Holding in a moan, I conceded, whispering, "Okay. I'll try."

"Thank you." I could feel his smirk of smugness on my shoulder.

"I'm going to take a shower," I giggled, gently pushing Zach off.

"Don't you mean, we're going to take a shower?" he smirked, rising with me, wrapping his arms around my waist again.

I laughed, and corrected, "Noo, I'm going to take a shower," unraveling his arms. Turning to face him, I poked my finger in his chest and said, "You are going to go downstairs, and entertain our guest."

Zach pouted, and at this, I just had to smirk. "Why?" he whined.

"You brought him, you look after him."

"You make him sound like he's a pet or something," Zach grumbled as he walked out the door.

I shook my head and mumbled to myself, "He's more like an animal than a human."

~ZC~

Once I was done with my relaxing shower, I fixed my hair so that it was slightly waving, and got dressed in a professional outfit of a low-cut (but not sleazy) aqua shirt underneath a black blazer, with matching black trousers. Macey taught me that outfits like these demanded authority and respect, but at the same time kept my femininity intact.

I crept down the stairs, afraid of what Justin may or may not have brought up in his conversation with Zach. I heard laughter as I neared the kitchen, and recognizing it as Zach's, I relaxed. Whew. It should be safe.

"Hey," I interrupted. "What are you boys talking about?" I asked Zach, taking a seat beside him. Normally, I would've sat in his lap, but with Justin being there, I decided it would be better if I sat in my own seat today.

Noticing this, Zach gave me a quick kiss to cheer me up, silently assuring me it wouldn't be for much longer. Usually, being Zach, he would've used this sort of thing to tease me beyond relent. But judging from how distraught I was last night, he must've decided not to make it any harder for me. I smiled, thanking him appreciatively.

"Oh nothing. Just reminiscing."

"Mmm," I murmured, giving Zach another quick peck on the lips before getting up to get started on breakfast. "What do you want to eat, honey?"

"Eggs," Justin said smugly. I took a deep breath, refraining from doing something that would upset Zach. I had to try to be nice, for Zach.

"I was actually talking to my husband, Dustin," I told him, trying not to let sharpness seep into my voice. "But how do you like them? Scrambled?"

"Yup." That was all he said. Not a "please" or "thank you". Talk about inconsiderate.

"I'll have the same thing, babe," Zach called from the table. While I was cooking the eggs, I was suddenly hit with an idea. Chuckling to myself, I set Zach's plate aside, and taking the raw eggs I had took out for Justin, I also grabbed a couple of spices from our spice rack. Whisking it into the eggs, I smiled and thought Hope you enjoy your breakfast, Justee. Once I was finished with those eggs, I grabbed the slices of toast that had just popped out of the toaster and set them to the side of the plates.

"Here you go," I said, setting the plates down on the table. I poured out a glass of orange juice for Zach, knowing he strongly detested milk, and a glass of milk for Justin.

"Organic?" Justin questioned rudely, as if he were some prissy girl.

"Yeah, is it a problem?" I asked, and as hard as I tried, I couldn't get it out without sounding blunt.

"No, it's fine," Zach interceded, trying to keep me from killing the man. "He loves that kind of stuff."

"Actually," Justin said, rejoining the conversation. "I prefer whole."

"Well that's all we have," I gritted through my teeth, my hands balled in fists. This guy was really starting to tick me off. Zach took my hand, and gently unfolded it, slipping his hand around mine, giving it a small squeeze.

"Well I'm not going to drink it," he refused stubbornly, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms.

"Then you'll parch," I said simply, taking the milk from him. If he was too pigheaded to drink the dang milk, it's not my problem. I told myself as I poured the milk into a bowl, and added cereal. No sense in wasting perfectly good milk.

Taking a calming deep breath, I walked back to the table, and sat down peacefully. I began eating my breakfast, and Justin soon followed my example, digging into his eggs. Once the food entered his mouth, he immediately spit it back out.

"What did you do to them?!" he exclaimed, as he looked around for something to drink. Bet that organic milk looks pretty good right now.

"Me?" I asked innocently, making my eyes bigger than usual. "I didn't do a thing."

"What's wrong with them?" Zach asked, looking over the plate. "They seem fine to me."

"Taste them."

I fought the urge to laugh. Zach liked his food highly seasoned. He wasn't going to be able to tell what was wrong with them. Unless I load the peppers on, he won't be able to taste the spiciness.

After a sample taste, he wrinkled his eyebrows and said, "They taste fine to me."

Justin screamed in confusion, "How can you not taste that?!"

"Taste what?"

"That! She is trying to kill me!"

"Look man," Zach began. "I don't know what your problem is, but you don't accuse my wife of things like that." He added. "If she wanted to kill you, she would've done it already."

I was really content with myself. "Is he okay?" I asked Zach, holding onto his strong arm.

"Yeah, he probably just had some kind of nightmare or something. Come on, we better get going before Chief Gordon kicks our butts for being late."

"Is he coming?" I asked curiously, making it seem like I was worried for Justin's state of mind.

"Yeah, he'll be there in a little while. He can call rent-a-car, and drive himself. Let's go."

I smiled and grabbed both our keys and headed out the door, happy to go to work, and see my friends.


hey, hope you dont mind, but i used my own food preferences for Zach's. review!! luv ya~