Gregorovich Manner was just as gloomy as Sirius remembered. God when was the last time he had been here?

With a light frown marred on his face the man slowly made his way up the pathway, slightly curious as to how he was still registered into the ancient wards. Helen would be rolling in her grave if she could see the disaster this place was in- her OCD hadn't even allowed him to place a book on the table instead of the shelf.

God that woman had been so beautiful when she was angry, though even he hadn't been blinded by the woman's beauty when she went for her cast iron skillet.

And from the looks of it Ian had fount a woman with a similar personality when it concerned certain matter. Masochism seemed to run in he else would both he as John and his little brother seemed to rotate around violent woman, who they kept buying the said skillets for?

Though Helen's 'apologize and nursing' certainly made up for it- he highly doubted Ian would be willing to take his Housekeepers 'apologizing' let alone 'nursing' considering his sexuality- and that fire burring so furiously in her lovely brown eyes; Alex's eyes now.

Smiling softly at the fond memory of his strong willed wife, Sirius forced himself to focus on his task:

Getting into Gregorovich Manner and getting Ian out before anyone else noticed he wasn't in his office and started asking too many questions.

Frowning in a rare moment of seriousness- no pun intended- Sirius Black narrowed his stormy grey eyes as he crossed yet another ward without setting it off.

Something was going to go wrong, he just knew it.

Someone was in the wards.

Yassen knew the moment the intruder enter the property but for some reason the wards did nothing to the invader- if anything they were partially welcoming the man!

Something was off here. The Gregorovich Wards were well know for their rather violent and predigest against those who tried entering without being keyed in. Hell they had killed a man for just touching the gates once! Yet they did noting to this man, if he was even a man at all.

Something was very wrong here and from the gleam in Rider's eyes he had realized it as well- Great, now he was going to have to deal with fronts instead of just the rather unexpected one.

With a soft sigh, Icy blue eyes locked onto the far too innocent looking spy sitting across from him.

Well, if he was going to have to deal with this he may as well destroy this front before it even formed then he could go hunting.

This was not what he had been expecting.

Sirius stared at the sight before him with an open mouth, that kept trying and failing to form the words his mind kept screaming.

Not Ian.

Not his sweet, gullible little brother.

It wasn't possible.

Ian would never.. Yet unless his eyes deceived him he was quite sure his little brother was.

Sirius felt his mouth click shut with the deafening sound of his teeth hitting each other, causing both men to stare at him with wide panicking eyes.

"THIS ISN'T WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!"

Both men- his Protégé and his Brother- shouted as one yet Sirius fount that a little hard to believe.

After all what other explanation could there possibly be for the kitchen to be like this. And what was this you ask?

Well...

The Kitchen was a wreck, appliances and silverware shattered on the floor. While Ian- his precious little brother was laying with his back against the bar top as Yassen straddled the younger's waists and his hands tightly gripped at the torn remains of Ian's beloved suit.

Ian in turn had is legs wrapped rather tightly around the Russian's waist with his back lifted ever so slightly off the surface as his on hands gripped the front of Yassen's torn open shirt and looked to be half way out of his pants.

"I...I..."

God as John he had always joked about this very thing but now seeing it...

Well, he wasn't sure wither he wanted to kill Yassen or shake the man's hand.

Spinning on heel Sirius headed for the door.

"Sirius, Wait! Its not what it looks like!"

He was going to die of embarrassment , of that Ian Rider was certain.

The Spy would love for nothing more then for the ground to open up and swallow him.

It hadn't been what it looked like, He swore!

Yassen had attacked him suddenly and Ian had just reacted when the taller managed to pin him. The British man had wrapped his legs around the Russian solely to use the other's Weight against him to throw the assassin off and had been about to do exactly that when Sirius had walked in.

Oh, Father above, Sirius' timing was as worse as John's had been. If Ian didn't know better he would swear John had came back in the from on Sirius Black solely to embarrass him to death, but that was impossible. John was dead and Sirius was just a man with a similar attitude and terrible timing.

Seeing the stormy eyed man heading for the door snapped Ian out of his mental panic.

"Sirius, Wait! Its not what it looks like!"

In one swift fluid moment the Spy finished his throw- tossing the assassin into the counter behind the bar- before jumping to his feet and chasing after the other while fixing his pants- that wouldn't be an issue if Gregorovich would just return him belt; so what if there was a blade hidden inside the leather.

Meanwhile, forgotten by the panicked Spy, Yassen Gregorovich stared up at his kitchen ceiling in utter confusion.

What the Hell just happened?