It was about two and a half hours that Jordan was driving. He shifted the car's gear and looked at the rear mirror. He found Aya reading a book, and then he glanced at Fay who was asleep on the passenger seat.

"Hey, Aya. Can you give me my jacket?" He said, while driving.

"Sure." She said, handing it to him.

Jordan took it, and placed it on Fay who was asleep. Then he looked at Aya again. "Shall we make a stop somewhere and take a break?"

"Yes, please." She said. My butt hurts. She thought, moving. She leaned forward and looked at him. "I'm curious…"

"About?" he asked.

"How can someone like you chose this line of business?" she said.

He glanced at her. "Why is it weird?"

Aya shrugged. "I don't know. You seem to have everything you want, yet you're here kicking ass and getting hurt." She said honestly. "I'm just trying to think what possesses you."

"The same could be said about you girls."

"True, but we have motive." She said passionately. "What motivates you?"

Jordan pulled out a necklace from around his neck. "She motivates me." He said, giving her the necklace.

Aya curiously held it. It was a black thread necklace with a small locket. To think I've never noticed him wearing this. She opened it carefully, and found the photo of a little girl in it. She was about 3 with a full set of brown hair and mischievous looking eyes. "She's so pretty."

"Yeah," he said, looking at Aya then his gaze fell back to the road.

Aya hesitated. "So, who's she?" she asked carefully.

"I come from a family of politicians." He told her. "Everything was so typical. Politics. Arranged marriage. The perfect hypocrite family." He said bitterly. "One regret I don't have is my baby girl. Unfortunately, I could not save her."

"What happened?" Aya asked.

Jordan parked the car at a diner, and turned it off. "We'll continue this another time." He told her. He nudged Fay lightly. "Yo."

Fay stirred, opening her eyes. "Are we there yet?"

"Nope, only half way but we are taking a break." Aya said, "Get out so I can leave the backseat."

Fay stretched and got out. Shit. My butt hurts. She thought as she heard a crack. She found Jordan's jacket on her. She folded it and placed it in the car.

"Let's get something to eat." Jordan told them.

"I'm going to go and wash my face." Fay said, heading to the bathroom.

And I need to pee. Aya thought, following her.

Fay went to use the bathroom too, then came out and washed her hands. She washed her face several times to make the sleep go away and then saw Aya come out as well. Aya went to wash her hands too.

"You've been quiet." Aya remarked. "Are you still mad at me?"

Fay was fixing her hair, and glanced at her. "You know I only did it so they could think I was mad at you."

Aya grinned. "Yep."

Fay smiled as well. "But you did catch me off guard. Why couldn't you tell me you went to see him?"

"I don't know. I felt bad. I know you didn't want to."

Fay looked at her. "Let's go eat, I'm starving."

"Wait…" Aya began. "What did Lee tell you?"

Fay looked at Aya, and then just left the bathroom.

Aya seemed surprised, but just followed her.

They found Jordan at a booth, browsing through his phone. He put the phone away when they approached him. "Shall we order?"

Fay looked at the menu. "I want a burger and fries!"

"Me too." Aya chimed.

Jordan took their orders and went to the cashier. He came back a few minutes later, and put their token on the table. "What's up?"

Aya looked at Fay. "You ignored my question."

Fay shook her head. "I didn't ignore it. I just don't know how to answer you." She said, "I need to do some research and thinking first."

"Maybe I can help with that."

"Not with this one." Fay said. "Sorry, but trust me on this one." She said, patting Aya's hand.

Jordan looked at each girl. "You totally lost me."

"It's fine," Aya said. "I just hope we didn't take this trip for nothing." She said, looking at Jordan who was sitting next to her.

"I'm sure we'll find something." Fay said, standing up. 'I forgot to tell you I want a diet coke." Fay told Jordan. "I'll go get one."

They watched her leave. "What's up with her?"

Aya looked at him. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know," he said, moving his hands. "I feel that you're all extra careful around her. Like you all have a soft spot for her. I don't know how to explain, but I'm finding it weird."

Aya looked to see where Fay was, and looked back at him. "I'm not surprised that you don't know. We made sure that it wasn't mentioned in the reports. Fay got the most hurt out of the last fiasco."

"Was she sleeping with Kazuya?"

"No, Lee."

Jordan whistled.

Fay came with trays in her hands. "Here's our food." She said, placing them on the table. She went back to get the other tray.

"That must have been nasty." Jordan commented.

Aya began munching on her fries, "It was, but we are strong. She overcame it. I was proud of how she handled him in the cell." But he again caught us by surprise.

"Mika did mention it."

"Mention what?" Fay asked, sitting down.

"How he tried kissing you but you pushed him away." Jordan said with a grin.

"What?" Fay asked.

Aya punched Jordan in the arm. "Behave yourself." She hissed, then she looked at Fay, "He's just joking."

They continued eating and made conversation until they had to leave again. "Are you okay to drive the rest of the way? I can take over." Fay told Jordan as they walked out.

"No one is driving my baby," he said opening the seat so that Aya can slide in to the back.

"Oh, so you're one of those." She said with a giggle.

"Just get in."

Mika was throwing paper planes in the office when Hwoarang interrupted him. "Are you still bored?" he asked.

"No, I'm just waiting for night time so we can check out the video game place." He answered. "I have no energy to do anything else."

"Did you check on the dart photo?"

"The one that killed the weapon store owner? Yeah. I sent the photo to Jordan, and he said it's not the same." Mika explained. So now we have to worry about decoy darts too?! This is fucked up.

Hwoarang sighed. "Then I guess, I'll just chill until night time. With the girls gone, it's kind of boring."

"Yeah," he agreed.

Hwoarang walked to one of the offices and decided to do some search online.

Mika popped his head in. "If you're here at the office then I'll just go see boss and get some updates."

"Sure." He said. It's funny that in an indirect way, Lei became our boss. He thought as he did some reading,

Since they were taking it easy, Jin was at the hospital by Dionne's bed. Just when things were about to get interesting, this happened… he thought annoyed. I miss you. He admitted to himself. He owed it her, and everyone else to have her wake up.

If that intern doesn't give us info tonight then I'll beat the shit out of him. He was frustrated. There are so many leads. So many things going wrong. I wonder…. Then he sat up. "Just maybe I can help with this…" he stood up, and left the hospital.

He went to the office and found only Hwoarang there.

"What's up?" Hwoarang asked.

"I had a crazy thought, but it might work."

"Like we can't afford crazy, but enlighten me please." He said, flipping a magazine.

Jin looked at him seriously, "Maybe I can get us into Kazumi's place."

He raised an eyebrow.

"What makes you so confident?"

Jin grinned. "All grandmothers are suckers for their grandchildren."

Hwoarang threw the magazine away. "Just maybe you're onto something."

"All ok?"

"Ups and downs, but we are trying our best to get everything together." Mika said, leaning by the wall. "It really is messed up. There's always something new popping up."

Lei frowned, and walked around his desk. "And Kazuya's been too quiet."

"Why? Are we expecting him to do something?" Mika asked curiously. Why is he even in our conversation?

"Guys like Kazuya don't give up easily," Lei said, crossing his arms. "And I know he's out to get blood. I won't be surprised if I found out that he may be behind Dionne's attack."

Mika frowned at the thought. "Maybe, but what can we do? "

"That's the problem. We can't do anything."

Mika rubbed his jaw, and looked at Lei seriously. "Are you wondering why Lee hasn't left yet?"

"I'm damn sure that he is up to something." He said annoyed. This is the first time in my career I'm actually more worried about someone being in jail rather than on the streets. "We have to keep our eyes open on this one."

Mika nodded.

"Did you find anything useful in the weapon store records?" Lei asked.

"Not really. Just some random names. There was no data on those exclusive weapons. Just instructions." Mika explained.

"When Jordan is back, have him look at those instructions." Lei said, looking at the report.

Mika hesitated, but looked at Lei. "I've worked with him for years, but … Is he trustworthy?"

Lei looked at Mika. "It's the fact that he doesn't seem trustworthy that makes him trustworthy."

"You just made me think you're crazy."

Lei laughed. "He has a way of dealing with certain situations, but don't worry. You can trust him. I do and he has never let me down."

Mika still looked concerned. "How do you know him, Lei?"

Lei patted Mika's arm. "When the time is right, I'll tell you."

"Thanks heaven. We finally reached." Fay said, stretching.

Aya rolled her eyes. "You were sleeping the whole time."

Jordan took their bags out and walked towards them. "Let's go. It's a small motel. I booked two connecting rooms."

They all got into the place and got checked in.

Jordan opened the connection between the two doors, and watched as they settled in.

"What's the plan?" Aya asked.

Jordan showed her a flier. "There is a flower festival here tonight, so we are going to go to it."

Fay walked behind him and took the flier from him. "I feel like a tourist." She admitted, reading the flier.

"But we still need to be careful. This is a small town. They will be cautious seeing new faces." Jordan told her.

"Let's inspect the place then." Aya said, standing up.

"Just you and me for now. All three of us together might raise questions. Fay, you stay here or walk elsewhere but keep us posted of your whereabouts." Jordan instructed.

"Ok," she said, lying on the bed. "I'll nap a bit."

Jordan looked surprised at Aya. "Wasn't she napping the whole time."

Aya giggled. "She gets nauseated if she is not driving."

"Sheesh."

Jordan left the room with Aya.

Jin was in black pants with a print style yukata cardigan in Gray. A white t-shirt below completed his looks. Hwoarang chose to wore a Black yukata with a belt. "Are you serious about this?" he asked.

Jin nodded. "I have no idea what this establishment is, but I'm going to play the family card."

"It's your funeral," Hwoarang said, tying his hair.

"Yours too if we mess up." Jin grinned, making him swear.

They approached the place and Hwoarang motioned for him to lead the away. Jin walked in, and Hwoarang noticed that it was the same haughty woman. "I'm here to see Mishima-san." Jin said formally, looking at the lady.

"Do you have an appointment?" she asked.

"Appointment?" he asked.

Hwoarang noticed that Jin was totally playing a different role.

"Do you dare ask me, Jin Mishima, for an appointment?!" Jin snapped at her, making Hwoarang smirk.

The woman raised an eyebrow, and pulled out a book. She flipped through it, looked at Jin and then at the book again. "You can go in." she said.

They both walked in, but she stopped Hwoarang. "Not you. You can wait in the waiting room." She said, pointing to another room.

Jin looked at Hwoarang, and he nodded. You're on your own then, Hwoarang thought as he walked into the room. He got in and realised it was a small massage room. It had dim lights, sounds of water droplets falling, and a serene aura to it. What is this place? He thought, sitting down.

He waited, walking around the room when a woman entered. "Please lie down on the massage table, sir?"

"What?" he asked.

She was loosely dressed in a yukata with her hair in an updo, and red lipstick. "We shall help you relax as our guest until your friend comes back down."

"It's ok." He said, raising his hands. "I'm good."

"But I insist, sir. Please lie down on your stomach."

Jin walked into a massive room, and found a very attractive woman standing in front of him, holding a fan. She eyed him dangerously, and walked around him. "Jin Mishima, you say?" she said, in a very firm voice.

He looked at her. "Yes." This is not what I was expecting. Aren't grandmothers supposed to look old ..?

"Hmm…" she said, getting a close look at him. "You do have Kazuya's features."

"I…"

"That's right." Said another voice, entering the room. "He does have my eyes."

Jin felt his heart skip a beat at the surprise. Double shit… he thought when he saw Kazuya Mishima in front of him, wearing a Karate outfit. Jin wanted to speak, but he felt that his voice was caught in his throat.

Kazumi Mishima studied the young man in front of her. "How can I help you, young man?" she asked with an air of confidence.

Jin looked at Kazuya then at Kazumi. "Umm… You've totally lost me. What are you doing here?" he asked, looking at his father. He doesn't seem angry, and he is rather calm. What's going on?

Kazuya raised an eyebrow. "Can't a man visit his mother?" he asked sarcastically. "I should beat the shit out of you, but…"

"This is an establishment of peace. There is no fighting allowed." Kazumi interrupted, fanning herself.

Jin looked around. "What is this place?"

Kazumi smiled. "This is an exclusive establishment for gentlemen. It allows them to practice inner peace and harmony. There are no people. No interruptions. Just serene pleasure." She explained.

"You mean they get laid here?"

She smacked his head with the fan. "Of course not. That is so demeaning." She muttered. "I use special oils and techniques to give the utmost relaxation to a man."

Jin held onto his temple, and then … Just say it! Its already so damn confusing?! "Why are all the clues leading to you?"

Kazumi looked at Kazuya. "This is what I meant." She acknowledged.

Kazuya looked at Jin. "I really should kick your ass for the stunt you pulled with the angels, but right now you might be the only one who can help us."

"Help?"

"Now, listen…" Kazuya began.

Jordan and Aya spent some good time exploring the village. Aya knew that they were attracting attention because everyone knew the other, and lots of people stopped to talk to them. "It seems they don't get much guests here." Aya told Jordan.

Jordan looked around. "This place is weird thought. It seems closed up."

Aya nodded in understanding and then they stopped by a huge fence. "Is this the place?"

"Yes." Jordan answered, looking around. "Wow, there are millions of flowers and they're…"

"Thorn-less!" Aya exclaimed. "You do have a good memory."

"It gets tiring at times." He admitted, "Let's check out more."

"Can I help you?" A bulky man asked, walking by the gate. They were looking around when he stopped them.

"Yes!" Aya said, hugging Jordan's arm. "We are looking for the perfect flowers for our wedding.' She said sweetly.

The man smirked. "Unfortunately, these flowers are not for sale."

Aya pouted. "Oh, come on, there are a million. You can spare a couple."

"Price is not an issue." Jordan added, putting an arm around Aya's shoulders. "Anything for my lovely fiancée."

"No deal." He said rudely.

Aya looked at Jordan, and he back at the man. "Then I'm quite curious. What do you do with all these roses?" he asked. Something is not right here.

"Shift is over. I suggest you take your lovely fiancée and stop asking stupid questions." He said, leaving them.

Jordan swore softly under his breath while Aya looked annoyed. "Let's head back." Jordan told her. "We will think of something."

"Yeah," she said as they walked back to the motel. When they reached the room, Fay was nowhere in sight.

Jordan pulled out his cell. "I told her to let us know of her whereabouts. This is a suspicious place. We should not wonder off alone." He dialled her number and let it ring. "Oy! Where are you?" he asked putting her on speaker when she picked up.

"I'm at the bar across the motel. Come join me." Fay spoke.

Jordan put the phone back and looked at Aya. "Let's go out again?"

"You go ahead, I'll meet you guys in a bit." She said, removing her jacket. I need to refresh up. I feel so icky.

"Ok," he said, leaving her.

Finally, it's evening! Mika thought as he walked towards the video game area. I don't know if Jin or Hwoarang will meet me, but I'm going in. He walked in and looked around. It was a crowded place. The place was filled with young girls and boys all dressed to the hype. There was a dance floor, a bar and a private area. I think that's it. He thought, passing by the arcade area.

"Stop. Please show me your ID." A man asked by the door.

"I'm here for the tournament." Mika said, showing him the ID.

The man looked at it, "Do you have an invitation?"

"Nope." Mika said, "I was walking around and found this place. I'm an avid gamer. Just curious."

The man seemed to believe him. "You'll have to pay a fee for entering."

"Fine by me."

He nodded and let him in.

Mika entered the place and was actually impressed. It was a video gamer's heaven. Top of the notch equipment. Lot of hip people. Extra lighting and a throne. You don't see this every day, he thought amused when he saw the throne. He looked around carefully until he found the intern. Jin had shared the photo with everyone so they would know how he looks like. I guess that's Haru in the flesh.

He looked around to see which game the tournament was around and found it to be Tekken. At least Tekken I can manage. Now let's get down to business. He walked towards the guy. "Yo."

The intern looked at him. He was dressed in jeans, a plain top and his hair was spiked. The glasses were gone.

"Mind if I get an autograph for my girl?" Mika asked, handing him a card.

"Sure." He said, taking it and signing.

"What's her name?"

"Aya." He said, thinking of the only name that came to his mind. I do miss the girls. "Say, she actually bet me that I can't kick your ass."

Haru laughed confidently. "Your girl is awesome then."

Mika looked at him. "What do you say? Save a man his dignity?" he challenged.

Haru looked at him impressed. "I never back down on a bet, and I'm not going to take it easy on you just because of your girl."

Mika smiled triumphally. "i wouldn't want you to. Bring it on."

Jin left his father and grandmother, and went to the entrance. "Where's my friend?"

"He's right there." Answered the haughty woman.

Jin found Hwoarang sitting at the entrance. He seemed… "Oy! You okay?"

Hwoarang rubbed his face. "I have no idea what that woman did to me."

Jin looked concerned. He saw Hwoarang looking flushed. "Did you get laid?"

"No?! But I'm… so relaxed." He admitted.

"Inner peace?" Jin said, remembering what Kazumi had told him.

Hwoarang snapped his fingers. "Exactly, and I honestly… I can't seem to be able to stand up." he said, trembling a bit.

Jins woe softly, and helped him up. He put Hwoarang's arm around his shoulders and walked out of the establishment. I have some serious thinking to do, but right now I just want to go home and sleep.

Jordan found Fay seated at the bar having a drink. "Hey…" he said joining her. "What's up?"

She looked at him and pointed at her phone. She quickly typed something and sent him a message.

Jordan read the message. This place is weird, she had written. "Yep." He agreed, ordering a drink.

"Where's my baby?" she asked, referring to Aya.

"She's just refreshing up." Jordan answered, looking at her. He realised that she had changed into a different outfit. A white mini skirt with a black t-shirt. "You and Aya are complete opposites of each other." He remarked.

"and that's why I love her." Fay said, then she leaned forward to his ear. "I spent some time talking to the bartender. The people here are not so friendly." She whispered.

"I agree. That's why the faster we leave this place, the better." He said, raising his glass to her.

"Hey mister." A different voice interrupted them. Jordan tuned around and found the same rude guy that was at the flower farm standing there. "I might be able to process that order after all."

Jordan looked sceptical. "We are still looking at other options."

He looked at him. "Let me show you something at the back."

Jordan looked at Fay, then back at him. "All right." He said, but Fay caught his arm.

"I'll join you."

Jordan gave her a look telling her to be ready for anything. He followed the man and just as he entered the room two other men grabbed his arm while the third kicked him in the stomach.

"Shit…" he whispered, falling to the floor. What the fuck?!

"Jordan!" Fay exclaimed, running towards him but one of the men held her tight.

"We don't like strangers in town questioning our income." One of the men said, holding a gun. "What business do you have here?"

"I'm just a fucking tourist! Is this how you treat your guests?!" Jordan muttered, still on the floor. That fucking hurt?! He thought, holding onto his stomach.

One man grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him up. He pointed the gun to his temple. "Answer him. What business do you have here?"

"Hey!"

The men looked up and Aya standing by the door. "Are you really that much of an asshole to be picking on strangers?!" she demanded.

The man dropped Jordan, and pointed the gun at her. "The fuck do you want? We don't like strangers here."

Jordan tried to move but they kicked him again making him groan.

Aya looked at Fay.

Fay lifted her leg and jabbed the man's foot with her heels, then she turned around and kicked him. "Ow! Fuck?!" he exclaimed.

"You messed with the wrong bitch." Aya said, kicking one of them with her foot.

"Shit!" he muttered, dropping the gun.

The third man picked up the gun and was about to shoot the girls when Jordan pushed them out of the way.

[BANG]

"Damnit!" he groaned, realising that he got shot on the side. He held onto the area and tried to stand up, but couldn't.

The girls both pulled out their guns and shot the man. Aya immediately ran to Jordan. "Hey, you alright?"

"Shit!" he said, coughing a bit of blood.

Fay looked at Aya, and she back at her. They lifted him up gently and managed to get back to the motel without being seen.

The girls quickly took off his t-shirt, and began cleaning the wound. "Shit. Shit" he swore.

"Thankfully, the bullet didn't stay in your body. You just got a scratch." Aya said, adding pressure to it.

Fay got a bowl of water and started cleaning it again. She watched him as he gritted his teeth, and felt bad. "Just breathe in and out."

He looked at her and gave her a weak smile.

After they were done, they assisted him to the bed. "I think we have our answer, and it's time we get to business tomorrow." Aya said, looking at Fay.

"I think we should leave and come back with the others." Fay admitted.

"Let's decide in the morning. For now, we need to worry about him." Aya said, placing him on the bed gently.

Fay nodded. "I think you should give him a painkiller." She said, noticing that he was sweating.

"Yes. I'll give him a shot of morphine." Aya said, going to get her bag.

Fay nudged him lightly. "Jordan?"

He looked at her. "What?" he said, his voice barely coming out.

"Aya will give you a shot."

He nodded.

Fay dabbed his face with a damp towel and Aya came in with a needle. She gently gave him the shot until he closed his eyes. They covered him with a blanket and left the room. "Now what?" Fay asked.

"You're right. We need to do this as soon as possible. I will text Lei and ask him to send backup first thing in the morning. This place is not safe." Aya said.

"Are we safe now?" Fay asked.

"We will be careful. I'll have security cameras linked to my laptop. It will alert us." Aya said, taking out small gadgets from her bag. they were mini camera crawlers.

"Then I'm going to sleep," she said, going to the bathroom. She took everything off and just stayed in her underwear. She found a t-shirt hanging and just put it on. "Good night." Fay said, slipping into the bed.

"What about him?" Aya asked.

"The connecting door is open. We'll take turns to check on him." Fay said, already her eyes closed.

Aya went to the bathroom and changed into something else. She quickly set up the area to keep them safe and protected. She then got into bed as well.

It was a couple of hours later when Jordan woke up. He was covered completely in sweat. He sat up but swore in the process.

He got off the bed slowly, holding onto his wound and checked on the girls. They were both sleeping soundly with Aya completely stuck to Fay with all her arms and legs around her. He made his way to the bathroom and washed his face. Maybe I should take a shower. It might help. He thought.

He took off his pants and was about to enter the shower stall when he felt a bit dizzy and ended up sitting down again. Shit! That really wore me out.

"Are you alright?" Fay asked. She found Jordan sitting on the bathroom stall with his face in his palms. He was only in boxers and seemed to be breathing hard.

He looked up at her, and rubbed a hand through his hair. "I was going to take a shower, but I just couldn't move." He admitted.

"I woke up to check on you, but you were gone." She said, "Do you know that you're bleeding as well." She said worriedly.

He looked down at the bandaged wound and noticed that it was soaked in blood, and then back up at her. "Life's a bitch."

"Wait there." She said, leaving the room.

Not like I can go anywhere, he thought sarcastically. Fuck… We keep messing up. Why can't one investigation go smoothly.

She came back with a first aid kit, and leaned in front of him. She took some towels from the bathroom drawer and looked up at him. "I'll clean it up for you and change the dressing."

He had no energy to say anything.

Fay removed the dressing slowly so it wouldn't sting. She worked slowly and got it off. Then she stood up. "Lean back," she said. She took out some towels, cleaned up the blood and then got alcohol.

"You're shitting me," he said wide eyes, noticing the alcohol.

She looked at him with an apologetic look. "It's going to sting."

"No kidding…. SHIT!" he hissed, as he clenched his fist and hit the bathroom wall. Shit! Shit! Shit!

"Grit your teeth." She told him as she dabbed it with a towel and then began adding the dressing. She wrapped that area carefully several times until it was covered. She stood up straight and looked at him. He had his eyes closed and had sweat all over his face. "We're done. I'd advise you to hold onto that shower though."

He still wouldn't answer her as he was leaning backwards in his position.

"Jordan?"

"I hear you," he muttered, opening his eyes. "I'm just trying to breathe." He said. Then he looked at her as she was busy cleaning the place up. "Hey…"

"Yeah?" she asked, as she started brushing her teeth using one of the disposable packs. She had put everything away and started brushing. "What is it?"

"Can you come here and let me kiss you."

"Eh?"

He looked at her seriously. "Come here."

Fay looked at him as if he had gone mad, then resumed brushing. She gargled and put the tooth brush away. "Are you hallucinating?" she asked. Aya did give him a morphine shot.

"It's not helping that you're only walking around in your panties," he said, rubbing his face. Fay was only wearing a t-shirt.

"This is how I sleep." She muttered.

"Seriously, come closer." He ordered quietly.

Fay took a look at him and admitted that he did look good sitting there. Handsome devil, she admired. He made a good sight just in his boxers. She leaned forward and looked at him. "Are you even aware of this conversation?"

"I took a bullet for you." He said, wincing in pain as he sat up straight. "The least you could do is give me my reward."

"Well, you saved us both so you can ask Aya to kiss you." She said.

He smirked. "As gorgeous as she is, but she's a taken woman so indulge a wounded man."

Fay studied him, and crossed her arms. "What brought this on?"

"The rush got to me. I feel like I'm high on something too."

"I think it's the morphine talking."

"Shut up, and come here."

Fay took small steps towards him, and bent down to look at him. "Let's say I decided to entertain your request." She said, pointing at his nose. "You did save our ass." She added.

Jordan took her hand and pulled her towards him.

Fay moved slowly and straddled him, making him wince. "Well?" she said, putting her hands on his shoulders. She looked down at him and placed a finger under his jaw and lifted it. "Only a kiss. Don't you dare go beyond that."

He pulled her face down and kissed her. His hands catching the back of her head as his mouth pressed upon hers. He gave her gentle baby kisses until her mouth softened, and then her lips parting to allow him even more in. Fay really thought she was in control of the situation, but he quickly overtook it.

He moved away for a second, then rubbed his thumb across her lower lip. Before she could say anything, Jordan's mouth was there again, harder this time, pulling on hers. She kissed him back with the same ferocity fully aware that she was straddling him. He trailed his hands across her body and moved her even closer making her put her fingers through his hair.

In a few seconds, he moved his hands beneath her t-shit and on her bare back making her shiver. Just before it could get any crazier, she pushed him away teasingly and tore her mouth free with a breathless gasp.

He pulled her towards him to kiss her again, but she put her hand gently on his mouth. "This needs to stop." She said, looking at him. She pulled her hair back and pushed his hair out of his eyes.

"Yeah." He agreed, wincing in pain. He realised that he was still holding her, so he moved his hands away. "By all means, go."

She moved gently of off him, making him groan. "I think you should take a cold shower now." she said with a grin as she walked out of the bathroom.

Amen! He thought, watching her leave. He stared at the door, and rubbed his face wearily.