"So get this," Tucker said walking in to Wash's office where he was having lunch with Ross.

"Why yes Tucker, do come in," Wash rolled his eyes as Tucker sat down in the other empty chair. "I'm not in the middle of anything."

"You're the one who left your office open and as long as I don't walk into any happenings," Tucker gestured between the two of them, "You can't complain."

"Fine. What do you want?" Wash huffed as Ross giggled.

Tucker looked at Ross, "Would I have your permission to have Wash help plan a bachelor party?"

"Why are you asking me?" Ross chuckled giving him a curious look.

"I don't want you getting pissed at him if he helps," Tucker shrugged.

"Well isn't that sweet of you," Ross smiled before turning to look at Wash who was pinching the bridge of his nose. "Shall I leave you two to it then?"

"No, you stay," Wash said looking at her before looking at Tucker, "You leave."

"Wash, stop it. We weren't talking about anything important," Ross shook her head.

"You are actually eating and appear to be keeping food down. I don't want Tucker to make you sick."

"Dude, get over it," Tucker rolled his eyes. "Ross is good. Right?"

"Correct," Ross nodded. "Don't let him deter you. Please, continue."

"Thank you. At least someone knows manners," Tucker smiled at her before looking back at Wash. "So we have to plan a kickass bachelor party."

"For who?" Wash sighed.

"Who the hell do you think?" Tucker chuckled. "Palomo."

"Right. And why are we planning it?"

"He asked me to be his best man," Tucker shrugged. "Why? I don't know, but now I have all this added pressure on me and shit. So this has to be a kick ass party. I'm talking lots of strippers-"

"No strippers," Wash shook his head.

"Three strippers."

"No strippers."

"Two?"

"No."

"One, final offer," Tucker put up one finger.

"Come on Wash, give him one," Ross laughed.

Wash gave her a look of bewilderment, "You would be ok with a stripper being there?"

"I trust you," Ross shrugged.

"You think Jensen would be ok with a stripper there?" Wash asked. Ross shrugged. He looked at Tucker, "Who all do you plan on including in this party?"

"All the guys," Tucker answered. "And I mean all the guys."

"Carolina and Emma would never agree to York and North going if they knew if there's a stripper that is going to be there."

"That's the thing. It's a bachelor party. The ladies don't have to know anything," Tucker replied.

"It will be safer if you don't," Wash sighed rubbing the side of his face. "Because I will tell you this now, if they do find out, which they will, you will be all on your own to get murdered."

"Then what do you suggest?" Tucker huffed.

"I don't know, Tucker, and I don't care," Wash answered.

Tucker looked at Ross, "What are you ladies planning for the bachelorette party?"

"Don't ask me," Ross put up her hands. "Whatever it is, I am sure I will be the designated chaperone."

"So there could be strippers there then?"

"Could be," Ross shrugged. "I don't know. You would have to try and talk to Ellie. She's in charge of all that."

"So she's maid of honor then?" Tucker asked curiously.

"Yes. Felicity and I are also in the wedding party," Ross answered.

"Got it."

"Who else is Palomo asking?" Wash asked leaning back in his chair.

"Smith and Bitters," Tucker replied.

"So why aren't you trying to get them to help you plan the bachelor party? Why are you in here asking me?" Wash asked crossing his arms.

"Come on," Tucker laughed, "Do you even have to ask that question? Smith wouldn't know the first thing about a kickass bachelor party and Bitters is too damn lazy. I figure you are the least likely to get in trouble by your significant other and low and behold I am right."

"Just as long as I don't get any phone calls in the middle of the night, do what you want," Ross supplied helpfully.

"Oo, idea," Tucker snapped his fingers. "So we want this to be a surprise and shit right?"

"If you say so," Wash huffed.

"What if we get permission to go away for the weekend. Like make it seem like we have to go on an overnight or something? Go to one of the other cities? I heard the one nearby has a kickass club. Then we can surprise the shit out of him."

"Don't let Kai hear you complimenting another club," Ross smirked.

"She's the one who talked about it," Tucker shrugged. "She'll love it if we go and get some inside scoop on it while we're there."

Wash looked at Ross for help who just smiled at him. He huffed and looked back at Tucker, "If you can get Carolina to ok us taking equipment out then I suppose that's fine."

"Awesome. Let me go talk to her and I'll start planning shit out and we'll go from there," Tucker hopped up to leave the room.

Wash looked at Ross, "Thanks for the help."

"It'll be fun," Ross waved at him before leaning back in her seat and putting a hand on her stomach.

"Do yourselves a favor," Wash leaned forward to lean on his desk, "Don't let South catch wind if Weaver needs help planning the bachelorette party."

"Funny, that's exactly who she was going to ask," Ross smiled at him.

"Ya know," he sighed, a chuckle in his voice, "I am almost thankful that you won't be able to drink for that."

Ross glared at him, "Just for that, no stripper."

"Perfect."


York bounced Tyler in his arms from inside the computer lab as he watched Carolina running through the Parkour course with the recruits. Emma walked out of her office, fixing her hair.

"Issue?" Emma asked taking a seat at the station at the window.

"No issue," York shook his head. "Just observing."

"Mei clear her?"

"For some things," York sighed. "Still not allowed hardcore hand to hand for at least another week or two. Mum wants her easing herself back in to it."

"So she's racing through the course with all the recruits?" Emma raised an eyebrow at him.

"That's my wife," York shrugged his free shoulder. "I guarantee you she will be sparring with them by the end of the week."

"In which case I am sure you will point it out to her and start a fight," Church chuckled popping up between them.

"No I won't," York rolled his eye.

"Wanna make a bet?"

"You're an AI, I'm not betting with you."

"Because you know you're going to lose," Church replied smugly.

Emma smirked at him, "She'll be fine."

"Don't have to tell me," York replied. Tyler gurgled into his shoulder. "See, Tyler agrees as well."

"Teaching him young I take it?" Emma chuckled.

York shrugged, "Where's yours?"

"Ollie is out in the Range with North," Emma answered. "Those earmuffs are a Godsend."

"How come he's not in here with you?" York asked.

"Because I am leaving to go over the capital building and go over their security system again," Emma sighed. "And as much as I am sure Garth would love having Oliver there with us, I won't be able to concentrate fully."

"Got it. How come you need to go there again? I thought you had everything squared away?"

"For the most part. Just a normal system check to make sure everything is holding up and nothing's getting passed over," Emma sighed checking her bag on the counter. "Doc is coming with as is Trevor."

"Trevor I get. Why Doc?"

"He wants to try some counseling sessions with Maine apparently," Emma huffed. "Mind you, I use counseling in loose terms…"

"Say no more," York smirked. "He does realize he is walking in to a rabid bear, correct?"

"He knows. He insists he's fine."

"All the luck in the world to him," York chuckled. The door opened and Carolina walked in, wiping her forehead with a towel. She smiled at him and kissed his cheek before taking Tyler from him. "Someone's in a good mood."

Carolina winked at him before looking at Emma, "I didn't think you'd still be here. I thought you would have left by now."

"On my way. York was distracting me," Emma picked up her bag and put the strap over her head. "Church, where's Doc and Trevor?"

"Waiting at the warthog for you."

"Thank you." She waved at York and Carolina, "Bye."

"Have fun," Carolina called after her. She waited for the door to close before looking at York. "How's the times look?"

"Your times are fine," York sighed pulling them up.

"I didn't actually mean mine," Carolina rolled her eyes. "I meant the recruits. Ya know, the one's we're training."

"Oh."

"Yea," Carolina smirked. "I know I'm good. I don't need to see it." She smiled at Tyler as he made a noise at her. She crinkled her nose, "Say Tyler. Mommy is the best."

"We'll see how true that holds up during the Staff Olympics," Church laughed.

"It's too bad you can't participate Church. I'd love to kick your ass too," Carolina replied.

"I am perfectly content where I am," Church replied.

"Please tell me you won't let this whole competition thing go to your head when the time comes?" York sighed.

"You sound worried," Carolina grinned at him.

"I just know how you get," York scratched his head.

"It'll be fine," Carolina rolled her eyes before looking at the time. "I'm going up to my office to feed Tyler. Get the next group warmed up for me?"

"Sure," York nodded. She walked over and kissed him before leaving to go up to her office. York sighed before heading out to the Floor.


North walked over to check if Oliver was still asleep in his office before walking back over to stand with Locus as they watched everyone setting up for target practice. He leaned down against the railing, "So how is living with my sister?"

Locus took a breath and let it out in a sigh, "Difficult, but we're managing."

"Anything I can help with?"

"Your sister has her own issues she needs to work out. It's not anything the rest of us can help with," Locus replied.

"What kind of issues?" North asked giving him a curious look.

"Nothing to concern yourself with."

"Not concern, just curious," North chuckled. "Don't forget I grew up with her."

"But I am almost positive that neither of you shared a bed."

"Got me there," North laughed.

"Not that we're exactly sharing a bed, mind you." North raised an eyebrow at him. "More often than not I find her downstairs come morning. Otherwise things are fine."

"Well at least that's something. Could be much worse than that."

"I suppose," Locus sighed. "Like I said, her own issues."

"That they are," North smirked.

"Has anyone mentioned what they're doing with Felix now that Hargrove is locked up?" Locus asked.

"Nothing concrete, but from what I've been hearing they will be transporting him for the trial," North replied. "And no, I don't think they're going to need you at all."

"That's good. I don't think South would let me go even if they did."

"She is very overprotective of you," North chuckled in agreement. "Are you both participating in this whole Staff Olympics things?"

"She is. I'm still thinking about it," Locus answered. "Technically I'm not part of the staff."

"Yea you are," North nodded. "You help train them all."

"Still baffles me that you all let me. You had every right to put me behind bars just like you did Felix."

"I think you've proven we can trust you," North clapped him on the shoulder. He looked at the door as Tucker walked in. "Hey Tucker."

"Hey," Tucker said before looking around. "Palomo is not here, correct?"

"Correct….why?" North asked slowly.

"Because Wash isn't being totally helpful," Tucker huffed crossing his arms. "He's turned really lame, ya know."

"It's Wash," North chuckled. "What isn't he being helpful with?"

"I need brainstorm ideas for what else we can do besides go away for Palomo's bachelor party."

"Are you officially in charge here or…?"

"Dude, best man," Tucker scoffed. "Wash already axed the strippers, but I think I can sneak one in somewhere."

North reached up to scratch his head, "I think Wash had a really good point of axing any strippers."

"What the fuck is wrong with you guys?" Tucker huffed. He looked at Locus, "Please tell me you're on my side?"

"South would not approve," Locus answered.

"You guys suck."

"Tucker," North chuckled, "Strippers do not make a bachelor party."

"Bullshit. That's the cornerstone of all bachelor parties. You know why you don't know this? Because you didn't have one."

"Well I apologize that Emma and I just kinda decided on the spur of the moment. We did go out for drinks afterwards if you remember," North pointed out.

"That doesn't count," Tucker rolled his eyes. "Were you or weren't you both drunk when you got hitched?"

"Besides the point," North grinned at him as Locus raised an eyebrow at him. "Emma doesn't like to broadcast that bit."

Locus nodded before looking at Tucker, "Why aren't you discussing this with the other groomsmen?"

"It's Smith and Bitters. Come on," Tucker huffed crossing his arms. "Course, you guys are boring so I might have no choice."

"You should probably ask them for help," North chuckled.

Tucker gave another huff before throwing his hands out. "Fine but whatever we come up with, you two are in?"

"Sure," North nodded after exchanging a shrug with Locus.

"Good," Tucker smiled before turning to walk away. "I'm going to go find those asses and see what we can come up with…"

"Good luck," North chuckled after him.

"I feel like we should probably be concerned about what he's going to come up with," Locus said as North walked over to a rack of rifles.

"Probably, but I am sure whatever they come up with, it will be perfectly fine," North said handing him one. "Shoot off with the recruits?"

"Ready to lose again so soon?" Locus smirked.

"It was a millimeter you beat me by last time. A millimeter."

"Still beat you."

"Loser buys dinner."

Locus gave a low chuckle, "Rare."

"How'd you know how I like my steaks?" North grinned.