Warnings: this and that.

Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Transformers:

Klik - seconds

Breem - minutes

Joor - hour

deca-cycle - weeks

Orn equal to days

cycles equal to months

Vorns- years

The orn that the Primes arrival to Praxus was drawing near and Prowl was on edge. Not that he was showing it but it was on his mind when he wasn't thinking about his duties or Hot Rod. The mech's new paint job was the opposite of his personality. He had to admit Sunstreaker knew what he was doing.

The young mech now sported a flame design in yellows oranges and dark reds. The artiest even added a detachable spoiler to add to the effect. Hot Rod looked to be a totally different mech compared to how he looked when they first met. Unlike what his paint suggested Hot Rod was quiet and a hard worker.

When Ratchet was done with the mech he was left to sit and wait for Prowl to return from his patrols or shifts. One orn before the start of his shift Prowl had taken the young bot to the station archives and left him in the care of the old mech that worked there. Hot Rod was to help the old mech but he wasn't allowed to deal with any sensitive cases whether they be closed or not.

That left the Praxian to deal with orn to orn problems. Which meant dealing with Barricade who had made teasing him a sport. At first Prowl ignored him but as time went on he found that there was no malicious intend unlike other mechs who tried to make a jab at his expense. He was even becoming to enjoy the other mechs company but only in short burst. He had enough to deal with Smokescreen's brand of teasing when not on duty. But Prowl was not about to trust the black mech completely, he had been burn once and had no desire to repeat the experience any time soon.

Prowl sighed as he signed off on another data pad. This orn he had been regulated to his desk while Barricade had drag a confused Smokescreen away. He was already thinking of ways to bail out his subordinate from whatever trouble he had landed himself in with the older mech.

Another data pad put away and Prowl for once had found that he wanted to be anywhere but at his desk. Checking the time, he found that it was almost past mid-orn and after checking on Bluestreaks schedule had decided that he would take one of his very rare breaks.

: Prowl to Bluestreak: he was about to give up when he had heard nothing from the younger mech until the line crackle to life.

: Bluestreak here, um is there something that you need Prowl: Prowl hesitated, it sounded like the young mech had been in the middle of something. He was afraid that he had interrupted the young mech and had no wish to cause him trouble.

: I was wondering if you can take a break as of now: again, it took longer for Bluestreak to answer him.

: Um let me check real quick: Prowl had started to make his way to the stations rec room knowing that it would be somewhat empty. Bluestreak had other ideas: Okay I can meet you at the door and we can go check out that new restaurant two blocks down:

: Do you have to time to go that far: he was fine with just the rec room.

: Yep, I was told to take the rest of the orn off since I…well I fell: he heard the embarrassment in the young mechs tone.

: you fell: Prowl could almost see that happening, but he thought that Bluestreak had gotten a hold on his clumsiness.

: yes sir, my pede got caught in a crack when I was exiting my position and I fell, but Ratchet told the Commander I need to stay off of it and he gave me the rest of the orn off: he chirps.

Prowl had just reached the door that all Enforcers used when the sound of hurried steps reached him. turning so he could get out of the way he saw Bluestreak come sliding to a halt. He raised an optic ridge and pointedly looked at the gray and red mechs pedes.

"I'll rest it when we get to the restaurant please don't tell Ratchet," he used his big optics but Prowl only shook his helm. Bluestreak began to fidget but stopped when he saw the corners of Prowls mouth failing not to curve up.

"Very well, afterwards I will escort you home and make sure that you rest."

Bluestreak gave a happy trill and waited for Prowl to exit first before giving a wave to the mechs at the far end of the hall who had been watching and waiting for them to leave.

The mechs waited and heard the happy chatter the Bluestreak was known for fade before returning to Lazierfield's office. The Commander trusted that the young sniper could keep the tactician busy until they had finalized their plans. He had already given the sniper his role, getting Prowl out was just part the other part involved the twins he knew.

The Prime had chosen his station as one of the ones to visit and he had to make sure that everything was in tip top shape. But he also was not about to let the Prime get to know about Prowl and had Barricade, Smokescreen, and Bluestreak find ways to keep the mech out of the station and busy. Hot Rod would be sheltered with one of the twins while the other would lead Prowl on a merry chase through the city.

Lazierfield just has to look the other way when it came to arrest and any laws that may or may not be broken during the orn. He had told Blue to tell the twins that if they didn't do any property damage or kill any bot then he would. The rest of his staff would be dealing with the Prime and any bot that tagged along. The last thing they needed was the mech trying to manipulate Prowl into doing anything that he didn't want to.

"Are we sure this will work; Prowl isn't easy to fool and keeping him and Prime from crossing paths is going to be hard. There is no telling which direction he'll coming in. unless you got optics train on one group and they radio their locations." Smokescreen said.

"Taking care of, but let me worry about Prime you just keep Prowl out of the station. Have the twins wear him down then take him to your home or Blues just not here or his apartment." Lazierfield said from behind his desk servos clasp behind his back. "I also want the kid, Hot Rod, to remain unseen as well."

The two mechs in his office quirk an optic ridge. "I suspect more then what we know so far about Prowls little adventure and young Hot Rods appearance. The fact that he came from Iacon and no one has filed a missing bot report then add in Primes sudden interest in Praxus and her Enforcers…it's all too coincidental to me."

Barricade had to agree but didn't voice it. He had more information than the Commander and it was leading to the same conclusions. What was making this more troublesome was that the Lead Trine pending visit. The black mech was going to send another report before his next shift and suggest that they try for when Prowl would be unconscious. It would be the easiest and it would be after the Prime was gone.

"…Just don't bring your chase to where ever the Prime and his entourage is touring. We don't need that kind of spectacle." The black mech snapped back to attention when he saw the Commander staring at him.

"Yes Sir, I am sure those twins of Blue's will keep Prowl very busy and satisfied." He said with a smirk.

The Commander just huff in amusement, "Just wear him out that's all I ask."

Smokescreen was holding back his snickers. To him it sounded like his Commander and Barricade were setting his mentor up for a tryst. He could just hear Ratchets lecture if Prowl found out and crashed because of it. Though he might get a wrench to the helm if the medic found out that he had a part in it also.

"well what are you two standing around here for," Lazierfield made shooing motions with his servos.

Barricade and Smokescreen saluted and left. Smokescreen back to tactical and Barricade off to go meet up with Prowl. He was going to give some reason to start getting the Praxian tired so he figured he get him to the race tracks. Smokescreen gave the black mech the best of luck getting Prowl anywhere near the tracks.

"ya just have to know how to talk to him then it's easy from there," he had said with a grin.

Smokescreen just roll his optics and shot him a rude gesture to his back. He had his own ways in dealing with his mentor. Though most involved Bluestreak. Staring at the pile of data pads that he swore had been smaller a few breems ago, Smokescreen whined before starting on the pile hoping to finish before Prowl returned to the station.

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Barricade waited patiently for Prowl to walk the young talkative sniper home before they transformed and headed back to the station. He was about to suggest they go to the tracks after the shift when a silver mech sped pass them well over the speed limit and before he knew Prowl had his lights on and gave chase. The black mech cursed before following lights and sirens blaring.

"Primus slag it Prowl," he growled. "the pit is wrong with that mech."

He finally caught up to his partner but saw that something was wrong. Prowls door wings were held high and tense. In fact, his whole body was tense. The grip he had on his weapon Barricade could hear the digit's creak with the strain. After transforming he walked slowly up to the side of his partner, the small quiver of Prowls wings was the only indication that he knew Barricade was there. Once he got a look at the speeder Barricade began to understands Prowls actions.

That cheeky grin, silver armor and blue visor, the relaxed but ready to attack at the drop of a helm stance even if he never had met him Barricade would know the bond mate of the Prime anywhere.

"Hiya Prowler, miss me?" Jazz said as he saunters up to the tense black and white Praxian.

"Jazz," Prowl withheld everything he was feeling from entering his tone. He shut down his emotional center and let his battle computer take over. He could not deal with this now everything was still too raw. "You broke the speed limit again."

"yeah well didn't know how else to get your attention, I 've tried going to your work place but you were always busy," the saboteur pouted.

Barricade withheld the snort and the optic roll he wanted to do. 'does he really believe that Prowl is that gullible.' He thought watching the drama unfold. He decided to stay back unless Prowl needed help. He kind of hope he didn't. Barricade didn't need Jazz's optics on him not with him still undercover.

"It is my work place Jazz of course I would be busy. If you have something that needs my attention you can wait until I am off shift or see another Enforcer." Prowl kept a firm yet monotone voice.

But Jazz was undeterred, "Aw come on Prowler it'll only take a breem. I just wanted to apologies for leaving like I did and I wanted to start over. Ya know your ma one and only." He said sweetly as one servo found its way to one of Prowls doors.

Prowl flick the appendage off and narrow his optics. "it Prowl just Prowl not Prowler. Jazz I have yet to congratulate you on your bonding to the Prime but please excuse us as we have to respond to a call."

The black and white Enforcer transformed before the silver mech could get a word out and speed off Barricade not far behind. Barricade watch their back making sure that the saboteur did not come after them. once he was sure, after scanning the area, that they were the only ones on the road did he try talking to Prowl.

"There is no call is there?"

"…No."

Barricade sighed, "Whatever look Prowl I don't know why that mech gve you trouble and I really don't care, but if its effecting you that badly follow me I know a good way to get it out of your system."

"if these is one of your attempts at hinting I need to interface-

"It's not, I'm talking about going to the race track. Red line your engines till you feel better then I'm taking out to the nearest bar and we'll get trashed."

Prowl slowed then stopped. "Racing does sound good, but the Prime visit-

"The Prime can go slag himself, he is only here for one orn and we may never see him so who cares." The black mech argued pulling up next to his partner. "Besides, I know that someone needs to find some companions to help get those kinks out."

"I am fine and have been fine Barricade. But if you insist then you will have to race me."

"Oh, and just what do I get when I win?" Barricade was seeing a new side to Prowl. The sight of Jazz must have shaken him up or something. From what he knew Prowl was never the instigator of things.

"You can choose. However, when I win you have to do whatever I say."

'that little.' Barricade knew that the mech next to him could out race him but there was nothing to say that he couldn't cheat. "Sounds good. Lead the way mech."

The race track that Prowl took him too was a good one compared to others that Barricade had been too. It was well maintained with no trash pot holes' uneven repairs etc. but it wasn't the most complicated one either, just a wide standard circle. They didn't bother returning to their bipetal mode just kept on driving till they were at the starter line they were the only ones there.

"So, who's going to do the count down." Barricade asks.

"Just shut up and drive." Prowls engine revved. Barricade mentally shrug and counted down for them.

They shot off Barricade instantly taking the lead, but the black mech wasn't fooled he knew that Prowl was just waiting to pass him. he was right as they took the first turn Prowl sped up and was level with Barricade then sped past him. The undercover mech let him have the lead until the last lap. Gunning his engines Barricade used his trump card. It was an illegal mix of fuel that was bane due to its explosive tendencies but only if mix wrong, otherwise it gave the mech burst of speed that lasted only for a few breems and it could only be used once.

Thankfully it was rarely used and Barricade was certain that Prowl wouldn't know it when he decided to use it. As he closed the distance he timed it just as they crested the curve then pumped the mix into his engine. Barricade shot off in a blast of speed that left tire marks in the ground. He passes Prowl but he mech wasn't going to give up and kept Barricades pace. But in the end, it was Barricade that won just by the grill of his bumper. They transformed and Barricade was satisfied to see the steam rolling off the black and white mech his intakes panting from the effort of keeping up in the last stretch.

"As agreed you choose what your prize will be." Prowl spoke tiredly door wings drooping.

"Pit Prowl, don't act like it's the end of the world. I'll go easy on ya." Barricade evilly grinned. "all you have to do is come with me to the nearest bar. Have a cube of high grade, that's all."

Prowl stood there considering thinking, "Fine but I don't will not consume any high grade. Next orn we cannot be overcharged."

"tch, stubborn aft." He mutters. "that's alright, I am sure I can find a place that caters to those who drink other things." 'not.'

"Very well then," instead of driving there they decided to walk. The place that Barricade picked wasn't that far and he knew the bartender that works there. he'll have Prowl plastered before the night is out.

He had to push Prowl in the bar and onto the stool. The mech had not relaxed since he saw the building from the outside. Barricade was wondering if he would have to force feed the mech. But fortunately, he didn't as the bartender placed two cubes down in front of them.

"From the mechs down at the end." Barricade stared at the cube suspiciously then he turned to see just who was treating them. he nearly choked when he saw two members of the Lead Trine. Skywarp and Thundercracker. The purple and black seeker giving him and Prowl a cheery wave.

"Oh, some mech shoot me now." He grumbles quietly.

"What was that?" Prowl asks trying to see the mechs over Barricades shoulders.

"Nothing." Prowl wasn't convinced but said nothing just stared at his cube. He surprised Barricade by taking a sip much to the delight of the young seeker that the black mech was trying to ignore. With knowning that Jazz was in the city Barricade didn't want to chance fate, so he spent most of the time getting Prowl wasted and having Thundercracker keep his trine mate away.

That didn't last long.

Before they called it a night Barricade and Thundercracker found the two dancing out on the floor. Well Skywarp was holding Prowl and dancing. It took the combine efforts of the two to separate them and Barricade half carried half drag Prowl out of the bar and back to the care of Hot Rod and a visiting Bluestreak.

Still in the bar, Skywarp was smiling audio to audio. "did you feel TC?"

"Yeah, but Starscream is the one to convince."

"So, he's ours. Doesn't matter what Star thinks. We felt it so will he. Then we can take him home." the seeker was bouncing as they went out the back way.

"Just don't tell him we already met the mech. I don't won't to hear the lecture," Thundercracker says before his trine mate warps them away.

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The orn of Primes visit had the entire precinct in a tizzy. Officers shouting orders, regulars and recruits trying to look presentable, and Prowl not trying to crash from all the impossible things that could or could not happen. And trying to ignore the pounding processor ache he woke up with he was still tired from the last orn.

To his surprise once he reached the station and found the changed roster he, Smokescreen, Barricade, and Bluestreak were on the streets covering twice the size of his normal patrol area. The reason, at least four other Enforcers had been laid up due to injuries and they were shorthanded in those areas. His processor ache only got worse.

"so, it's the four of us covering an area that normally there would be more than four covering." Barricades baritone crashed into his helm. Prowl brought a servo up cradling his helm.

"yes, remine me to have a talk with our esteem Commander later." He hissed in pain. 'just what did he do last night.'

"Yeah, why don't you go to med bay and get that morning hangover chip from Ratchet." He grabbed his partner.

"I am fine, it will go away."

"Uh yeah right. You can't even stand straight right now. Besides what if the Prime saw you."

"Didn't you say the Prime could frag off or something?"

Barricade shrug, "True…you're still getting that pain chip. Then we'll be meeting Blue and Smokey." The doors to the med bay hissed open. "Where will Hot Rod be this orn?"

"Lazierfield drag him off something when we came in. Says he needed him to run some errands."

"So, a glorify delivery bot."

Prowl nodded.

"Well well look what the turborat drag in. I guess you're here for some relief huh," Ratchet servos on hips scowled at them.

"No."

"Yes."

Prowl glared at Barricade who innocently ignored him. Ratchet was watching the both of them then huffed. "Whatever here." He threw two pain chips at them and watched amused when Barricade stared down Prowl before the smaller Praxian broke optic contact and inserted the chip in his wrist port. Barricade grinned at the pass his chip back to Ratchet.

"thanks medic," they soon left for the shift.

Just as the doors hissed close Lazierfield's voice hit the comms. The Prime had just entered the precinct and was on his way to the station. Ratchet growled if the Prime thought that he would bow down to him he had another thing coming. Ratchet collected two of his favorite wrenches and subspaced them. he was ready to defend his med bay and the Enforcers that where his patients.

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Chapter end.

Thank you for reading.