Disclaimer: I own none of the characters for they belong to Jay Stephen, who was smart enough to create The Secret Saturdays.

Note: I will not be taking anymore suggestions (sorry) because I'm going to do one more drabble for EternalSpiral then move on to make other stories. I might pick-up this story again one day, though.

PS: This was requested by (and dedicated to) crazyrightnow3417.

Doyle and Abbey walked into a small coffee shop, holding hands, as the waiter stood behind the counter, fixing up a few glasses of coffee while someone was busy fixing pastries a few feet away.

"I need two grande caramel cappuccinos, extra caramel on my girlfriend's and extra whipped cream on mine." Doyle set a bill on the counter and the waiter turned around. Both Doyle and Abbey gasped when they saw that the waiter was Zak, and the man fixing the pastries was in fact Fiskerton.

"What are you two doing here?" Doyle growled.

"Dad told us that he'd increase our allowance if we got jobs here and kept an eye on you two to make sure you didn't break Abbey's heart," Zak explained innocently as Fiskerton agreed in his native tongue. "He's prepared to launch your stuff out of the airship if I call him with bad news."

"Why you little-" Doyle was prepared to dive for Zak, but Abbey stopped him.

"I think that's very sweet of you Zak," Abbey chirped as she tapped Zak's nose lightly. "I'll make sure to tell you if your uncle does anything wrong."

"Carry on then," Zak then placed their order on the counter and quickly swiped the money. "I'll be keeping the change since I'll be throwing in two pieces of New York-style cheesecake."

Fiskerton handed the two their pieces of cheesecake and saluted them, causing Abbey to smile. Doyle, feeling a bit envious, gently grabbed Abbey's arm and led her to a table that seemed a good distance away from his nephews.

"Whatever, let's just get a seat before they rip us off some more." Doyle muttered.

"I find it sweet that they're looking out for me," Abbey said, eyeing Doyle. "Maybe they know a heart-breaking quality of you that I don't."

"I'm not a bad guy, honest." Doyle tried to explain.

"Pity; I had a soft spot for bad boys." Abbey sighed.

"Did I say bad guy? I meant I'm not a good guy," Doyle smirked. "I'm down-right evil. Heck, I even worked for Van Rook for a while."

"You don't say," Abbey took a sip of her coffee. "My sister Miranda isn't very fond of him; I think he tried to blow her to bits during the invasion of Weird World she went on with the Saturdays and a group of other secret scientists." Doyle glanced over at Zak. "He wasn't born yet, don't worry."

"Is he trying to get you with the whole 'bad boy' thing?" Zak asked as he popped up beside the table.

"How did you-" Doyle gasped, pointing over to the counter. "You were just there a second ago."

"He's a real softie," Zak continued on, ignoring Doyle. "When he was working for Van Rook, he saved me once when he could have just left me. Plus, one time when we were battling these huge fish, he left and then came back to-"

"I think someone has been around too much coffee," Doyle interrupted through clenched teeth. "Now go back to your post."

"I'm on break," Zak pulled up a seat toward the couple's table. "Fisk is holding my shift."

He gestured toward the gorilla-cat, whom was busy taking orders and filling up cups of coffee. He waved to the trio, spilling the hot coffee onto his fur. He screamed in surprise and struggled to wipe it off.

"Do you think he can handle it?" Abbey asked.

Doyle took a sip of his coffee, "If he can handle an entire day in Weird World, then he can handle this."

"So what are you two up to?" Zak asked while they both took sips of their drinks. "Should I be expecting little cousins running around anytime soon?"

Both adults spat out their drinks in surprise, spraying Zak right in the face. Doyle was bent over coughing while Abbey was doing the same.

"Ugh, it was just a question!" Zak cried. "That doesn't mean you can spit on me!"

He jumped from his seat and back toward the counter, where Fiskerton was laughing quietly, as he left his former babysitter and uncle to recover.