Sara huffed again at the obviously nervous man cuffed to a chair in her office. She was pretty damn sure that the three minutes were up. She looked down at her dinner for the fifth time, hungry as hell, but not willing to eat in front of him. She looked at her watch again. If she was going to make her eight o'clock rendez-vous with Fergal, she needed to be out of the office by seven-thirty and that was exactly twenty-seven minutes from now.

Renee came for him while Sara was debating about storming next door and demanding what the fuck was taking so long.

"About time. I know it doesn't seem like it, but I do have a life outside the office."

"Sorry." Renee tried to not laugh in her boss' face.

"Just go."

Renee removed the handcuffs and Sara was soon alone with her dinner.

"Finally." She grumbled before diving in.

Of the three people crammed into the office that AJ and Renee shared, it was hard to figure out who was the most nervous. It was probably a toss-up between AJ and Neville.

"Your case, Styles… you gonna say something or just glare?" The silence was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

AJ gulped. He finally spoke, and to his credit, it sounded like he was in control of things.

"Listen, Adrian… can I call you that?"

"It's my name." He replied

I'm Allen… people call me AJ around here."

Neville's body language indicated that he clearly didn't give a shit what people called him.

"This is the situation. We were hired by Matt Hardy because he is concerned that his brother Jeff might be falling in with the wrong crowd. Your name came up as someone who might be able to help. I am not saying that you're one of them, but we just need your help."

"I told them girls I didn't know anything. Can I just go?" Neville seemed to become more nervous the longer the interview went on.

AJ decided to try another tactic. "Renee, could you leave us alone for a moment?"

"Sure thing, AJ." She answered "I'll see what's taking Bayley so long to get the Starbucks."

Once they were alone…

"Listen Adrian, do you have any brothers?"

He shook his head. "Only child."

"Me too." AJ replied 'But I have a couple friends who are brothers in every other sense of the word. If I knew that one of them was getting into something that could screw up his life really badly or maybe even kill him, I would do everything in my power to help. Wouldn't you?"

"Well, yeah."

AJ pulled a file from his desk drawer and set it down on the blotter. "I could get in a lot of trouble for telling you this, but the reason your name came up is that Matt cares about you too."

"He does? I mean, he does."

"Yeah. Almost as much as he cares for Jeff. He doesn't want anything to happen to either of you."

"I can take care of myself." The tough-guy façade was starting to show cracks. AJ's plan was working.

"Looking at you, I wouldn't want to mess with you in a dark alley, that's for sure, but wouldn't it be nice to know that there is someone who's got your back?"

"Well, uhm…"

"Baron Corbin, Jimmy and Jey Uso… they're the ones we want to find. Just give me an address... for Jeff's sake, please?"

"I ain't a rat." Neville stated "Besides, what happens if they find out I been talking to you?"

"We have connections with LVPD." AJ answered At least I hope we do. "We can help you out."

Neville sighed. "Promise?"

"I promise." AJ answered

"Got a pen?"

They talked until after midnight, only stopping when Renee and Bayley brought the Starbucks. By the time Neville was finished, they had a list of dealers, pushers, suppliers, drops, safe houses… everything needed to shut down the drug trade in the area. The only question was: would it be enough to help Jeff?

…

The next morning Sara awoke to her alarm going off. She groaned and reached for her phone to shut off the annoying sound. She cracked one eye open and looked around. For a moment she didn't recognize the apartment she was in. She felt an arm snake around her waist and a warm body curl up behind her.

"Good morning." Fergal whispered in her ear.

Sara didn't reply. She was processing everything that had happened leading up to her being naked in bed next to Fergal Devitt. She remembered she was pretty buzzed and after she'd kissed him, he drove them back to his place.

"I…" Sara tried to find the right way to say what she needed to without sounding too blatant. "I have to get to work."

"Ok. Do you want me to make you some coffee?" Fergal asked, kissing the back of her neck.

"That'd be great, actually." she said, pulling away and sitting up, keeping the sheet wrapped around her.

"I'll have it ready in a few. You're welcome to use my shower if you'd like." Fergal said, getting up and throwing his boxers on.

Sara gave a forced smile at him as he left the room. She threw herself back down on the bed and groaned, her fingers covering her face.

"What have I done?" she asked to the ceiling

She got up and took a quick shower before dressing in yesterday's clothes. She emerged and found her way to the kitchen, where Fergal was waiting with a travel mug of coffee for her.

"I didn't know if you wanted cream or sugar." he said, holding the cup out to her

"I like it black, thank you." Sara took the beverage and placed the lid on top "I'll return the cup to you."

"Don't worry about it. I hope I would be seeing you again anyway." Fergal smiled

"Uh...sure." Sara looked at her phone, a text from Alicia coming through, "I have to go, but I'll talk to you later."

"Have a good day!" Fergal called after her as she hurried out the door

She made her way to the office as quick as she could. Fifteen minutes later, she walked through the front door. Everyone was standing in the waiting room, around Ms Fox's desk, having the morning meeting. AJ had taken over since Tom and Sara weren't there. All of the detectives heads swiveled to the door as Sara walked in.

"You're late." Ms Fox stated

"Yes, I know." Sara sighed "Bike troubles, I had to walk."

"Uh-huh." Renee said, giving Bayley a wink and whispering "She's wearing the same clothes from yesterday. Bike troubles my ass."

Sara shot a glare at Renee before plopping herself down in a chair and sipping what was left of her coffee.

"We were just discussing today's agenda. Tom is going to be released from the hospital sometime today, so I want everything more in order than ever. We all know he will come straight here the second he gets out of that place, and he doesn't need any extra stress on him."

All heads nodded in agreement.

"Also, Cesaro has something he'd like to share before we begin our day so I'll give the floor over to him." AJ stood back and nodded to Cesaro.

"I reviewed everyone's cases against Likansuk last night, and something isn't adding up." Cesaro began "So I've called in a couple of…"

Cesaro was interrupted by the chime of the door being opened. Everyone turned to the man walking through. He was tall, wore a flannel button down shirt and jeans. He looked around at everyone in the room before his eyes landed on Cesaro.

"Antonio, my friend…" the stranger grinned, walking toward Cesaro, "Good to see you again."

Cesaro gave the man a quick hug before turning back to the group.

"Everyone, this is Dean Winchester. He's a friend of mine who I asked to come give us a hand in this."

Sara eyed Dean before clearing her throat.

"Did you consult Tom on this?" she asked

"No, I didn't want to worry him." Cesaro said "I'm aware that in his absence, you're in charge but it was late. He drove here from Kansas overnight to help."

"That's like a sixteen hour drive." Bayley chimed in.

"I drive fast." Dean grinned at the girl while nodding toward his car in the parking lot.

Sara was impressed with the car and would have to make it a point to check it out later.

"So, let's get started, shall we? I need all of the case files and will need to interview each and every one of you…" Dean was cut off by Sara standing up.

"I'm sorry but who died and left you in charge?" she asked "You can't just come in here and start running things."

"Look, Lady, I'm sure you run a great place here, but trust me when I say you're going to want my help." Dean remarked

"Don't 'Lady' me." Sara said, becoming heated "I suggest you turn around, take your nice ass car, and hit the road."

"Sister, you have no idea what you're dealing with." Dean retorted "I'm sorry, but I'm not leaving."

Sara's jaw dropped open in disbelief.

"Sara, please…" Cesaro interfered

"My office. NOW!" Sara demanded, glaring at Dean as she made her way to the back of the building.

Everyone dispersed into their offices and closed the doors, murmuring about the new guy and Sara's reaction. They all wondered what Tom would have to say about this when he got here.

"I'm sorry for my boss. She can be a handful." Cesaro looked at Dean.

Dean just smiled and waved him off. Sara was the least of his worries.

"Where's Sam?" Cesaro asked

"He's checking a few things out; he'll be here in a little while." Dean explained

"Well, there are the files. You can start with AJ and go from there. Maybe by the time you get to Sara she'll be more willing to talk to you." Cesaro sighed as he walked down the hallway to Sara's office.

"Sounds good, thanks man." Dean nodded and took the files off of Ms Fox's desk.

Sara closed the office door before turning to face Cesaro. The two detectives stared at each other, Sara's eyes narrowed as she thought of what exactly to say and Cesaro showing no sign of fear on his stone face.

"Have you lost your fucking mind, Antonio?" Sara began, trying extremely hard not to raise her voice.

"I'm sure I crossed a line..." Cesaro stated

"Oh you did. How dare you go above my or Tom's heads and call in someone else? This is our business, we make those calls. Not you."

"If you'd let me explain…" Cesaro tried again

"Explain what? Who the hell is that guy anyway? You know what it doesn't matter. You're suspended until I can talk to Tom and see what he wants to do about this. On your way out you can take your friend with you."

"Sara…" Cesaro stood, stepping closer to the girl, his face stern.

"Get. Out." Sara opened the door and waved at it with her hand.

"You're making a mistake," Cesaro said "but you're right, I'm going to leave for the rest of the day. I need the time off anyway."

Cesaro walked past the girl and straight out the door, not saying a word to anyone else. Dean watched him and raised his eyebrow, looking down the hallway toward the office. He shook his head and continued thumbing through the pages in the first file. Ms Fox made a note to cancel all of Cesaro's appointments for the rest of the day, knowing by the way he had left that he wouldn't be coming back.

Cesaro got into his car and slammed the door, swearing under his breath.

"If only they knew what was really going on…" he thought to himself "I hope Sam and Dean can get it taken care of before it's too late."

Cesaro gave one last glance at the building before steering off. He needed to find the nearest bar and have about six beers to clear his mind.

Ten minutes later, Cesaro pulled his sports car into the parking lot of McMullan's Irish Pub. It wasn't his usual type of place to drink, but he was fiending for booze.

The place was your typical Irish pub, complete with a rowdy crowd, a long beer list, and several waitresses with brogues so thick you could barely understand them. There were two empty stools at the bar; one was beside a yuppie glued to his cell phone and the other one was beside a man in a kilt who looked like he never saw the sun. No surprise, Cesaro chose the latter.

"What'll ya 'ave?"

"Pint of Guiness." Cesaro stated

"Right away, luv."

Cesaro noted that her accent was more Scottish than Irish, but his mind was soon wandering back to his scene with Sara. He hoped that Tom would be able to talk some sense into her.

"Here, the lady's talkin' to ya." Cesaro was jolted back to the present by the man beside him.

"What?" Cesaro shook his head to clear it. "Sorry, I had a rough morning."

"I said, that'll be six-fifty, love."

"Oh." Cesaro reached for his wallet. "Keep the change." He tossed a ten onto the bar.

Cesaro stared at the pint for maybe half a minute, before raising the glass and drinking half of it off at one gulp. He set the glass down for maybe two beats, then drank the rest of it and motioned for another one.

"Whoa, fella, ya better take it easy. Too many of those will put hair on your head."

"After the day I've had, that is the least of my worries." Cesaro dropped another ten on the bar and drank half the second pint before the money even disappeared.

"It's not my place, but care to talk about it, fella?"

Cesaro looked sideways at the pale-skinned man with the bright red Mohawk hairdo.

"Just sayin'. There's an old Irish proverb, that a problem shared is a problem halved."

"Reminds me of an old Swiss saying." Cesaro retorted "Never spill your guts to someone until you find out their name."

"Fair enough." The other man laughed, and then finished his own pint. "Stephen Farrelly, but me friends call me Sheamus." He extended his hand toward Cesaro.

"Antonio Cesaro." He was more shocked than anything, but quickly remembered his manners and shook hands. "People call me Cesaro, as well as some more unrepeatable things."

Sheamus guffawed loudly. "Then Cesaro ye shall be." He called the waitress over. "I'll have another pint and one for me friend Cesaro here. Put it on my tab, darlin'."

"What ya tryin' to do? Get me drunk then have your wicked way with me?" Just the two pints he'd blown through was making Cesaro's tongue loosen. He immediately mentally hit himself over the head for saying that. He'd probably turned an innocent gesture into something totally awkward.

Sheamus smiled. "What if I am, fella? You're not too bad on the eye, that's for sure. But if that ain't your thing, I'll just shut me mouth."

"No, it's not that… hell, I'm flattered that you think that way. It's just that… fuck, I need another drink."

"There's one right in front o' ye."

Cesaro looked. He'd completely forgotten about that. Saying a prayer to the Guinness Gods, he took a couple big swallows.

"You look like ya needed that."

"Fuck, how do I not screw this up?" "Yeah, thanks for the drink." Cesaro tried to look as unaffected as possible, but his mind was racing every time he replayed Sheamus' last words. "If I don't say anything, I can't say anything wrong…"

"Cat got yer tongue, now?"

"Nah, just taking in the scenery." Since Sheamus had already opened the door, Cesaro decide to push it a little further. He gave the other man a quick once-over, stopping briefly at his groin.

"See somethin' ya like?"

"Maybe…"

"It looks to me like ya want an answer to the age old question about what's under me kilt." Sheamus turned sideways and, without even a second's hesitation, grabbed Cesaro's hand and shoved it under his kilt.

Cesaro almost spilled his drink in shock. "What the hell?"

"Go ahead, lad." Sheamus reached for his drink like it was nothing to have someone else's hand where Cesaro's was. "I won't bite."

"I hope not. I haven't had my rabies shot yet." Cesaro began to slide his hand along the smooth skin of Sheamus' leg, encountering nothing as he went higher and higher. There was just skin covering what felt like well-muscled thighs. No hair, and more importantly, no material at all. Cesaro continued to go slowly on the chance that this was a sting.

"Almost there, boyo." Sheamus leaned over and whispered in Cesaro's ear.

An inch or two later and Cesaro encountered something, but it was not clothing. Wondering how much further he could go, he brushed his hand along what could only be Sheamus' penis. A soft exhalation confirmed it.

"Learn something every day, I guess." Cesaro quickly removed his arm.

"Aye, fella." Sheamus leaned in close enough for Cesaro to smell the liquor on his breath. "And if ye want to learn a little more, I got a place around the corner. Ya game?"

Cesaro drained his glass. "Let's go."