(Still le George)

I let out a small groan of protest as I finally woke up. For a bit, I just kept my eyes closed, still half conscious. I could feel a weight on my shoulder. It was heavy and hurt. I opened my eyes and looked down to my shoulder. There was a messy blob of brown hair.

Damn it. When had Mikey moved in his sleep? It was kind of good news though, he wasn't dead at least. I gave him a pretty hard wack. Deciding my shoulder pain was good enough, I poked Mikey. "Fiddo, get up. You're killing my shoulder," I stage whispered, poking him again.

His response, of course, was clinging on to me even more. "Five more minutes," Mikey mumbled sleepily into my shoulder.

"Seriously, get off," I poked him hard this time.

I heard a click noise from in front of me. Turning, I faced a grinning Milan with a phone. "Dude, Lucy is gonna love this!" She giggled out, her American accent think.

That got Mikey to wake up. He slowly pulled his head away from me, murmuring a slight 'what' before looking at me. He went bright red and squirmed out of the couch, falling on to the floor. Without a word, he bolted out of the apartment and into the hallway. Milan was just standing there, grinning. "Totally setting his as my Screensaver! Wait- no... then I'd have to get rid of my yao- nevermind! So Greg-" "George," "whatever! You sure seemed cozy with my bro!" Milan grinned.

With a wave, I dismissed that. "You're brother got cozy with me. Besides, I did kind of beat him up with a frying pan. Thank goodness he doesn't have a concussion or something like it. I think Lucy would kill me for betting up her boyfriend or whatever he is. Anyways... what time IS it?" I yawned, rolling my shoulder.

Milan laughed at me. Like, a loud your-pretty-stupid laugh. "One, Lucy and Mikey will never EVER get together. Like, zero chance in hell. Two, I'd say it's like... noon about," She answered, messing around with something on her phone (probably sending all her friends that photo).

"Oh god... Lockwood is going to kill me!" Suddenly, I didn't feel so tired anymore.

Without a word, I bolted out of the building. Things in tow, I practically threw all my papers in my bike basket and raced back to the house. Only getting hit almost twice on the way.

XxxxxxxX

"WHERE THE HELL IS GEORGE?!" I heard pulling up to the gate. Oh great, no one made Riker coffee...

Leaning my bike against the house I pushed the door open. I hung up my coat and took a deep breath. "I'm ba-" "GEORGIE!" A higher pitched voice cut me off.

"What did I tell you about the nickname Holly?" I told her for the fifth time that week. At this point, I had given up.

"Well sorry I was worried about you. You kind of, y'know, didn't come back last night? Lockwood started to think you left or something," Holly took the stack of papers from my arms. We walked into the living room and sat down.

"I'd prefer not to be hunted down, thank you very much," I joked.

"Didn't exactly chase down that one chick, Luna, was it? All you guys ever do is mope about her. I really don't get why," Riker's voice suddenly filled the room.

In the door stood a tall man, about 6'3. Red hair pulled back into a small ponytail. Riker was waring a tight-fitting black hood with some slightly ripped jeans and black tennis shoes.

"Riker, what did we-"

"We don't joke about Lucy, Riker," A voice came from behind Riker.

Lockwood stepped into the living room, a cup of firmly between his hands. I sighed when I caught a glimpse of his face. Lockwood spent another night without sleeping, it seemed. He sat himself next to me. A bit close, but I figured Lockwood just needed assurance. That I wouldn't leave him, either. "God, you guys are pathetic sometimes. It happens a lot in agency. People leave if they don't like their work environment. Go find her or something. If you can't bring yourself to just forget this chick," Riker said like he had no care in the world.

Holly got up and smacked Riker on the arm. I snorted. He deserved a lot more, but that worked. I sent a side glance at Lockwood. He was totally silent. Lockwood was just staring at nothing in his tea. He was gripping the cup so hard his knuckles were white. "Lockwood?" I asked, concerned for my friend.

He looked up at me. There was a sadness in his eyes. One I had never seen before. It was like watching a man die. Lockwood was really hurting without Lucy. He smiled so little. When he did, most of the time they were just fakes to please the client. He could hardly stand looking at the rapier room or Holly's now bedroom. Nor could he drink certain blends of tea. I would be lying if I said I hadn't accidentally heard him crying. Lockwood was a broken man, and sadly, not a lot of people could tell.

It would be so easy to fix him. I knew exactly where Lucy lived. I could show Lockwood her. Then he'd been fine. He'd be the Locky I knew. I shook my head. Locky? Holly had been rubbing off on me.

I torn myself away from Lockwood's sorrowful eyes. I brought my eyes down to the stack of paper. Yes, it was so easy to have Lockwood, annoying as he could be, back.

Now it was a question. A question only I could answer, where neither parties would win. Who's sanity would I spare? Lockwood's...or Lucy's?