Wow I actually got this chapter done. Damn, it was a complete bitch to write. Anyways, I'm sorry to say but don't expect another chapter anytime soon. I am sorry about that and thanks for sticking together with me and my writer's-block-laziness. Also I don't like this chapter much I can't seem to get it to flow especially the ending which is crap. Actually this entire thing is utter crap and I hate it but hey, I'm too lazy to write any more. The last few paragraphs almost killed me.

Whatever, thanks to the few of you that reviewed last chapter, they really helped although I detected some sarcasm. Yes, I realize I should just turn him back into a human but it's not that simple. I have the ending written in my head it's getting it down that's the problem. So, I don't know, enjoy this now cause I doubt I'm gonna be writing this for a while I'm too busy on other things (not to mention motived).

Guardian turned over in his dog bed, which was actually Clooney's old one. Clooney had got a new one; probably supposed to be for Guardian but Reid had insisted that the German Sheppard take the fresh bed. Now Clooney turned over in sleep, snoring softly and twitching his legs. Guardian watched him for a few minutes, not able to sleep. His mind was too busy for rest.

He was now an official member of the team, having now been working with them for two weeks. He remembered the first day he had entered the BAU, felt the stares as people watched as he passed, and listening to them whispering to their neighbours quietly. Reid had been strongly reminded of his first (human) days at the BAU, when there had been a strong uproar that such a young agent was being appointed to one of the top levels of the FBI. Now, however, the uproar was that the BAU had let a dog join its ranks.

Reid hadn't liked the attention any more than when he was a human and stuck close to Morgan, knowing that if he could, he would have been blushing. Morgan didn't seem to notice the animal's discomfort and Guardian was relieved when his team acted normal and beamed as he walked in with Morgan, JJ smiling and patting him without fear. During briefings he sat in one of the chairs, just to annoy Strauss, who never could catch him misbehaving. He also had his own little spot on the plane where he could curl up and rest. On the cases he was usually able to gain hold of one of his team mate's files and read it. Unfortunately, he had to wait until they weren't looking so he could flip through it using his teeth and claws (which was not at all easy but he managed).

It was unfortunate because he thought maybe he would be able to show the team he was human by being able to read but whenever they caught sight of him in front of a book or file they moved it out of his reach. Even when Morgan had walked into the room to find Guardian hunched over a book reading intently the man hadn't seemed to realize it. He had simply muttered something and taken the book away, telling Guardian not to chew on the book. So Reid concluded, in annoyance, that humans just wouldn't think that the dog was actually reading and not just drooling or eating the book.

So far he had enjoyed working with the team, finding it not too different from when he was human. He was often able to slip hints to the team about the case, although they never seemed to notice. But Reid didn't mind this; as long as they got the hint and were closer to saving lives he didn't care that they were ignoring the blatant un-dog like behaviour he displayed.

Of course, it hadn't been all smooth sailing. While at the Bureau others had kept their shock and disbelief to a dull roar, out of respect for the BAU agents, but when they were out on cases people were not nearly as subtle. They stared openly and stage-whispered as he passed and although Reid was uncomfortable with this he was more concerned with the loss of respect his team suffered because of this. One man, a grossly overweight head-detective, had loudly said that "The FBI must be going to the dogs." Most people weren't as rude; mostly just displaying sceptic annoyance. After all, a dog in the FBI? A dog, "supposedly," outranked other agents; and what exactly could a dog even do in the position of the field?

That was just some of the ridicule the team faced, because although the Bureau had settled down, any case that sprung up out of town caused the same fiasco. It was almost as bad as when Guardian had been training to be a police dog...

XXXXX FLASHBACK

Guardian leaped expertly over the wall, his lean muscle absorbing the impact as he hit the ground running. He loved this feeling, the speed and strength. He had never been the most graceful of a person but two extra legs seemed to have done wonders with his balance. And of course, he had always been swift; having to run from bullies every day after school would do that to you. Julie gave a loud whistle and Guardian instantly obeyed, trotting back up to her.

"Good boy!" she praised, patting his head. "All right, now come!" Guardian followed his trainers every command, letting her put him through his paces. He was doing an obstacle course when he heard them.

"Hey there Freaky! Heard you're not all doggy!" Standing off to the side were a couple of trainers, taking a break and chatting; and by their feet were a few of the other police dogs.

"Don't trip now; you don't want dust in your nose!" Guardian gritted his teeth and tried to ignore them, concentrating on clearing the next hurdle. Besides Clooney he hadn't been in any other contact with animals, so when he got here he had thought it would be neat to meet the others. However, they had instantly sensed something wrong with him and when they had discovered he didn't speak the dog language; well, they hadn't exactly been welcoming.

Julie whistled again and Guardian ran up to her, sitting down next to her so she could give him a pat. The other dogs leered at the Border collie who attempted to ignore them. That was another thing; most of the dogs here were German Sheppards, making him stick out like a sore thumb.

"Hey, Goody-two-shoes, you're making us look bad!" yelled the ringleader, a large black Sheppard who had obviously been training here the longest out of the group.

"Come on Guard, let's get a drink, hah?" said Julie, clueless to the silent, communicative taunting. Guardian trotted over to his water dish, sadly licking up the cool liquid and relieving the dry burn down his throat. Julie watched the dog's slumped posture and sagging tail and gave him a whistle. Guardian slowly made his way back to her, looking up expectedly.

Julie smiled down at the dog. She doubted she would ever get over the fact that the dog was so intelligent.

"That's good for today, hah?" she murmured, rubbing his face. She smiled and led him to the course, calling to one of the other trainers, "Hey, Joe! I got paperwork to do and agent Morgan should be here soon to pick up Guardian. He shouldn't do anything but keep an eye on him will ya?" The guy named Joe gave a wave and Julie turned to Guardian.

"Sit and stay." she said. Instantly Guardian sat down on the edge of the course. Again she smiled then turned and left. Guardian sighed and laid down, closing his eyes and bathing in the last rays of sunshine. Suddenly he felt his fur stand on end and he shot to his feet.

"Well, well, well. Look at this boys. The freak can at least hear us coming." The black Sheppard circled him, along with three other dogs, all leering at him.

"Four to one? Not very brave." retorted Guardian stiffly, getting straight to the point. He had no time or patience for games. The black dog stopped circling and sneered at the border collie, causing the others to stop as well.

"Who said it was gonna be four to one?" said the black dog, stepping closer to Guardian and baring his fangs, his hackles raised threateningly. Guardian thought back to that first night of meeting Clooney, of how he had went with his guts and submitted to the bigger animal. But then he had been scared and confused and still insecure in his new body. Now, however, he had a choice to make. A very important choice.

And instead of rolling over and just taking the taunts and possible hits, just like when he was a child, he slowly stood, shaking himself off. Then, just as slow, he stepped right back into the dog's face, stared straight into his eyes and said clearly, "You don't scare me."

XXXXX

It had been much easier than Guadian had expected to win. Guardian had seemed to be able to read what the other dog was going to do a second before he did it. And it wasn't long until the Collie had the Sheppard pinned by the neck. For a second Guardian stood there, feeling the strength in his body and looking into the cowering dog's eyes, marvelling in his dominance. Then he released him, standing proud and daring any of the others with a hard glare.

Every eye turned away from him and every tail drooped. He was boss. Guardian had hoped this would make the others accept him but it just seemed to isolate him even more. Now, of course, they didn't bug him, but they did something just as bad; ignored him.

Guardian was sulking and watching Morgan give Clooney a bath when the dog asked, "Ok, what's bugging ya?" Guardian gave a start and looked up at the Sheppard, gazing into his soft brown eyes.

Guardian shrugged and said, "Not very important but I have a question. You said that animals can understand humans; correct?" Clooney gave a nod, moving his head as Morgan scrubbed his ears with shampoo.

"Yeah, most domestic ones and even some wild ones. It depends on how much contact with humans they have had."

"Ok, but if you can understand people then why don't you act like it? How come animals allow themselves to let humans think they can't understand them?" Clooney grinned and said, "Got to keep them guessing, don't we?" Then he gave Guardian a wink, making the other dog smile.

It occurred to Reid later that Clooney may have just said that to cheer him up.

XXXXX

Guardian smiled to himself, turning back over on his dog-bed and watching Clooney grumble in his sleep. One of the upsides to this whole mess was that Reid had gained this unlikely friend.

He pricked his ears up, hearing the sound of Morgan's car turn into the driveway. Usually after a case Morgan would either relax at home or go out with some team members or by himself to a bar. If it was a particularly hard case he would go out and wreck houses, coming home dusty and dripping sweat but with less rage bottled up inside. But tonight, Morgan had gone out to a bar. And he hadn't returned home alone either.

Guardian raised his head and listened as Morgan and a giggly female stumbled into the house, laughing and smelling strongly of booze. Guardian almost sneezed at the overwhelming smell and grumbled uneasily to himself. He didn't like drunk people, they put his fur on edge.

He watched the drunk Morgan and the admittedly attractive girl(who was dead drunk as well), come into view as they barged down the hallway, making enough noise to alert the neighbours and the rest of the block. Or at least, that's what Guardian thought.

Clooney looked up as they passed then laid his head back down on his bed and rolled over. Guardian settled back down as well, closing his eyes and drifting into sleep. It was such a peaceful night really, and it was late and he was tired and the bed was blissfully warm and cozy and-

Dear lord, what is that noise? Thought Guardian, sitting bolt upright, and pricking his ears. He cocked his head and, oh God. That was not what he was hearing, least of all from his best friend. Clooney rolled back over and looked at the mortified Guardian gawking down the hallway where very suggestive sounds issued from under the door.

Problem? He chuckled. Guardian suddenly dived down and buried his face into his bed, whimpering. Clooney chuckled again and thumped his tail before rolling over into a more comfortable position, closing his eyes to sleep.

H-how, how am I supposed to sleep? Whined Guardian, still horrified and grinding his face deeper into the mat. Clooney smiled with his eyes closed and said, It's annoying but you kinda get used to it. Awkward as hell in the morning though.

Guardian groaned and stammered out, If I ever get human again I'm gonna have a chat with Morgan about having sex with others present.

That's kinda the point of sex, having another present, pointed out Clooney. Guardian just whimpered and tried to not hear, as the Sheppard chuckled and moans floated down the hall.

He was never, ever, gonna live this down.

Ok, this was actually one of the first scenes that was made into this story. I just wish it had come out better, but I still think it's funny. Maybe I'm just stupid. Anyways, reviews really motivate me so please, please, give me a small shout (or more preferably, a long message). And just saying, this probably would have been done a month ago except the idea from the anon "Stace" intrigued me so I had to write it. *half-hearted glare in that direction*

And I'll try to get more done for this and while you're at it, check out my new story I published. I quite like it and I seem to be updating it a lot more then this one. So, that's it for now I think. I feel like I've forgotten something so I may add more stuff later on. Bye for now.