Thank you to everyone who is reading and reviewing! I had some time to write today and this chapter is a bit longer than the previous ones but there was a lot that needed to be put out there to get the story really rolling. Thanks as always for reading my story! :D

Disclaimer: I own no one other than my OC Kyra Knightly

Blow-Up

"So, I hope you like Greek food," said Paul Jr as he pulled into the parking lot of a quaint little restaurant with white columns along the front of the building.

"Like it? I love Greek food! I can't remember the last time I ate any," said Kyra, smiling broadly.

Paul felt his heart flutter a little at the smile that played across Kyra's beautiful features. He was normally calm and collected when it came to women, but Kyra was throwing him off his game. Then again he had never been serious about a girl before…not since high school anyways and even then he was never this off-put before.

After they were seated and ordered gyros and Greek salads, Paul glanced up and met Kyra's heart-stopping, light-brown gaze. He cleared his throat and tried to gather his scattered thoughts.

"Um, so…you said you used to work for Ford?" he asked, trying as hard as he could to not look up and meet her gaze.

"That's right," replied Kyra, smiling a little at Paul's nervousness, "I used to design different parts for some of their trucks and a couple car models. They were looking for more modern styles of bumpers, hubcaps, mirrors, grills, you name it they were re-modeling it."

"But then they laid you off?" asked Paul as the waiter walked over with their salads.

"Yeah," said Kyra, frowning a little at the memory, "I mean, it wasn't my boss' fault. The company wasn't doing well and they had to cut a few people, and seeing as I was just there to re-design a few parts it wasn't a big loss for them. They cancelled the re-modeling plans and let me go."

Paul sneered, "Yeah well if you ask me it was definitely a loss for them…a hell of a loss. Especially after what I've seen of your work so far."

Kyra blushed a little under his praise, "Oh, I'm not that great. I just get an idea, run with it and see where it goes. Sometimes my ideas fall flat and once in awhile one will stick, so I guess the hybrid bike idea just…stuck."

Paul smiled, "Hell yeah it did! We haven't had an original idea like that in ages."

Kyra just smiled in response as the waiter returned and brought their gyros. They ate and made small talk for the next couple hours…and for the first time in a very long time, Kyra was happy.

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"Thank you so much, Paul," said Kyra as Paul Jr walked Kyra up the stairs to her apartment, "I had a wonderful night…I'd invite you in but my apartment is a wreck. I haven't had time to unpack everything just yet."

"It's no problem…it's getting late anyway and we gotta busy day tomorrow," said Paul as they reached the front door, "I had a wonderful night too…maybe we could do something like this again sometime?"

"I would love to," replied Kyra, her eyes sparkling with excitement at the thought.

Paul hesitated, suddenly unsure as to whether or not he should kiss her or turn around and leave. While he hesitated, Kyra leaned up and gave him a light peck on the lips.

"See you tomorrow, Paul," she said quietly as she opened the door and slipped inside.

Paul stood on her doorstep, stunned for a moment. After Kyra disappeared into her apartment, a goofy grin spread across Paul's face. As he turned to head back to his truck, he raised a fist into the air in victory and cheered silently.

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"Hey Casanova!" called Mikey as Paul Jr strode into the shop an hour late the next morning, "Somebody have a long night?"

"Yeah, but his girlfriend came in fifteen minutes early and he came an hour late," said Vinnie with a smirk on his face, "At least someone's committed to their job despite having a wild night."

"I'm gonna kill all of you," muttered Paul Jr as he glared at his little brother and best friend, "And for your information, no we didn't have a 'wild night.' We had a lovely dinner at a restaurant and I dropped her off at her place…I'm not the kinda guy to sleep with the girl on the first date."

"Aw, what a gentleman!" said Mikey as he and Vinnie worked on the Bass Pro bike.

"You guys leave Paulie alone," said Ricky, a mechanic and fabrication expert, as he walked over to the Bass Pro bike, "Let the poor boy have his date in peace."

"Thank you!" exclaimed Paul Jr with an exasperated sigh.

"I mean, after all, if he doesn't wanna kiss and tell that's his problem," added Ricky as Paul Jr through a scrap piece of metal at him. Ricky ducked, laughing as Paul Sr. walked in.

"Nice of you to join us, Romeo," grumbled Senior as he punched his son in the shoulder.

Paul flinched and shot his dad a glare, "Why can't you all just butt out?"

"Be gentle guys, he's the sensitive type," added Mikey.

Paul Jr was getting angry fast. His teeth clenched together as he shot his younger brother a threatening glare.

"Hey, Paul?" asked Kyra as she walked into the shop, "Could I get your opinion on this design I came up with?"

"Sure, I'll be right there," said Paul Jr as he shot a final warning glare at his dad, brother and the rest of the OCC crew.

Everyone in the shop just chucked and whispered amongst themselves as Paul Jr. disappeared into the design room with Kyra.

"The boys giving you a hard time?" asked Kyra, frowning slightly.

"Nothing I can't handle," replied Paul as he studied Kyra's expression, "Why?"

"I just don't want to cause you any problems," muttered Kyra as she sat down behind her desk and played around on her computer.

"Are you kidding me?" asked Paul, dumbfounded, "No way…I'll handle the guys in the shop, you're fine. And besides, from what I can tell, you're worth the 'trouble'."

Kyra smiled at that as she looked up at Paul, "Thanks…I'm glad you think so."

Paul smirked a little as he knelt down next to her, "And about that other date I mentioned last night…is tonight too early for a second date?"

Kyra beamed, "Of course not."

"Good…so whenever Senior lets us outta here?"

"Works for me," said Kyra, feeling her heart melt a little under Paul's steady, dark brown eyes.

"Awesome, now show me this design of yours."

"Oh, well I heard that there were some women who wanted pink and purple bikes," explained Kyra as she opened a file on her computer, "But it's hard to design a girly bike and still give it that edgy, OCC flair. So I made a predominantly light purple bike with light pink detailing. I figured the softer colors made it girly, yet at the same time it's not glaring, neon, in-your-face colors. I also used some pink and purple tinged flames here on the rear fender so it's got that edge to it. The longer handle bars curved like this I was thinking would make it more edgy and chopper-like too. I just wanted to get your opinion on it."

"I love it," replied Paul as he studied the 3-D version of Kyra's sketch that she had uploaded onto the computer, "I'm assuming this is the bike for the more girly-girls?"

"Yeah, this one is the girliest it's gonna get I think," said Kyra as she switched the screen over to another 3-D model, "This one here is another one I came up with that's girly but it doesn't scream it. It has several different shades of blue that blend together in the middle here and with a few, light, blended-in blue flames here near the muffler. It's more like an original OCC chopper but it has softer colors and it'll be lighter in weight so a girl would be able to handle it a little easier."

"Excellent!" commended Paul as he put an arm around Kyra's shoulders, "I like where you're going with this. When do you start fabricating?"

"Senior said in another week or two. He wants to get all the designs finished and approved first. I also have a design I think you'll like a lot but I'm not done with it yet. I'll let you know when I'm finished. I'll have to get your permission to use it though since I took a lot of ideas from one of the bikes you're rather famous for."

Paul raised an eyebrow in surprise at that, "You're copying my designs now? Oh, I see what's goin' on here…you're dating me in order to butter me up so you can steal my designs. Clever."

Kyra laughed, "Dang it, you caught me! Ugh!"

Paul laughed with her and shook his head, "You sneaky little thing!" he said as he leaned over and gave her a peck on the lips.

Kyra laughed a little as she leaned up and kissed Paul back, "You have no idea," she said, raising an eyebrow suggestively just as Senior walked in.

"You two gonna play kissy-face all day or is Paulie gonna get to work?" he demanded, unable to hide the smirk on his face.

Paul Jr rolled his eyes, "I'm coming," he grumbled as he gave Kyra a wink before disappearing back into the shop.

Kyra watched him leave, a smile still plastered on her face as she turned back to her computer and played with the color scheme of another chopper for the women's line of OCC bikes…

…

"I swear you're just doing this because you always have to be in control!" shouted Paul Jr as he slammed the hammer down on the bench in the shop.

"Oh yeah, that's it!" roared Senior, "Or maybe it's because I'm your father, I've been around longer, so I know better! Use the other damn muffler!"

"No! Ricky and I fabricated this muffler from scratch just for this bike and we're gonna use it! It matches the hybrid bike theme so it's going on the bike!"

"The hell it is!" argued Senior, "I own this damn place so what I say goes! Use the muffler I picked out!"

"God, Dad why do you always have to do this? Why can't you just let me make a few decisions on my own?"

"Because they aren't the right ones!" growled Senior as he slammed another tool on the ground.

"No it's because you're obsessed with being in control! You always were and you always will be! What the hell do you think I did when Mikey and I were kids and you were too drunk to do anything?"

"Don't bring that up!" screamed Senior, "Don't you dare bring that shit up!"

"Why not Dad?" shouted Junior, "It's the truth! I made all the decisions back then and I can make them now too!"

"Why do you have to bring this up? This has nothing to do with the muffler!" shouted Senior, pain evident in his eyes and trembling voice.

"It has everything to do with it!" shouted Junior as he turned to face his father, "You were so screwed up back then that you couldn't make any decisions about what happened to me, Mikey, or even Dan and Cristen! I made all the decisions Dad! All of them! I helped Mom raise your kids! If I am capable of doing that then I think I'm capable of making decisions on my own bikes!"

"Just shut the hell up!" roared Senior, his face turning red with rage.

Ricky and Vinnie shot each other worried looks as they watched the spectacle in front of them. It had been a long time since Junior and Senior fought like this and they didn't miss a single second of it.

"No, I won't!" screamed Junior, his eyes getting moist with a combination of rage and emotion, "I'm sick of you taking over everything in my life! I'm done! We're using the muffler Ricky and I made and that's it!"

"Go to hell!" shouted Senior as he stormed out of the shop and headed to his office, slamming the door shut behind him.

Junior sighed as he ran a hand through his tussled brown hair. He looked over at Ricky and Vinnie and just shook his head sadly.

"Sorry guys," he muttered, "Let's just get back to work, okay?"

Ricky and Vinnie exchanged nervous, uncertain glances as they walked back over to the bike and began to mount the muffler Paul Jr wanted to use…

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Also, for those of you who are Deadliest Catch fans, I'm thinking of at some point in this story, putting the crew of the Northwestern into the picture and get the OCC crew to build them a custom bike. It's just a random idea that popped into my head and I'm not sure if it'll fit in or not but I'll see what I can do : )