The work Christmas Party, Six months ago...…

He's been watching him all night. Avoiding his glance, his wholesome dark face, his sparkling eyes, his smile. He's deliberately ignoring him. Even chuckling with Theo about how awful Mason's christmas jumper is. It swarms him. It's a huge bright red and green jumper with a husky in the middle. Yes, he's a asshole for laughing at him. However he's got to keep up appearances. The more of a dick he was, the higher chance that no-one, not even Liam would ever find out. Oh shit!

Brett! Satomi's number one beta is walking up to Mason. Of course everyone's eyes are on him. He's a six foot three blonde god with muscles for days. Scott digs into his arm to stop his eyes from glowing. It's bullshit that Satomi isn't here keeping on eye on this asshole. McCall walks to the punch bowl, pours himself out a cup of punch and adds vodka. If he's going to listen to Brett pawing at his crush, he going to need something extra strong before he goes home early.

"Hey Hey! You You!" Mason laughs at the Avril throwback. He get's too close tapping him on the shoulder.

"Huh...what are you?...Finished getting rejected by Talbot?" He asks. He prays that he did.

"Err...I didn't have the chance to get rejected. Kira caught his eye" He smiles pointing as Brett strokes the HR girl's arm.

"What a goddamn Pity!" Scott tuts.

"Not really, I actually wanted to talk to you?" Mason asks. Before Scott can open his mouth, a large blast of music erupts from the DJ as Malia gives the lucky guy a kiss on the cheek. The human lightly pulls at his boss' shirt and beckons him into a quiet corner. Scott grits his teeth in annoyance. Being alone with Mason is the best and worst thing that can happen at once. Great because he makes his heart jump out of his chest and horrid because every supernatural will sense it. This isn't a good idea. Mason is a terrible idea...He takes a couple of steps away from him, telling himself to sober up.

"No...I've got an early start tomorrow, can you bug Raeken instead?"

"Oh I'll be quick! Scott I wanna join the hunting team!" Mason announces.

"No!" Scott snaps.

"What? Why? Everyone that joins this company can apply..."

"Are you nuts? Hunters get hurt!" The alpha shakes his head.

"I can deal with it! You see...Field tech work pays my bills..."

"Yeah it's great fucking pay. You've got a awesome bonus, goodbye" Scott said talking one more step backwards, ready to head back to that punch bowl.

"Woah! Scott, hunting is a dream of mine. That's been my goal since I started working here..."

"Tell someone that's paid to care. Like HR!" Scott snarls.

"I can't believe this, Scott just because you sit on your ass all day training hunters online. You've lost your spark. While I'm igniting mine. I want a real career!"

"You won't have ANY career with smart-arse comments like that! Stay in your fucking lane!" Scott holds his hands up to pause the human's words. Mason instinctively grabs his ring finger.

"You're delusional! You have no idea what it's like to want anything anymore. You're fucking lazy! You've got no drive. No goals. No desires that are so freaking intense that they keep you up doing research all night! I pity you McCall!" Mason yells as Liam, Josh and Theo are finally beginning to listen to the argument.

"I'll consider it!" Scott says, shaking him off his fingers.

"Wow really?"

"No dumb-ass. I'm recinding that bonus by the way!" Scott smirks as he walks back to the punch bowl, gets another drink. He ignores Stiles' shouting and goes back to the hotel.

As he watches Mason get into his own car, he wonders if he should have texted him that night., Invited him to his hotel to "apologise" Sobered the hell up, and given him a damn good excuse to take off that cosy christmas jumper. It would have looked terrible on anyone else, but Mase was cute enough to pull anything off. "Focus Scott, focus!" Scott whispers to himself as his field tech starts his car and sets off.

Scott Puts his head out, and smells his scent before following him. Mason always smelled amazing. Always a plus for a potential relationship, but he smelled a little more worried than usual. It didn't take a genius to figure out who Mason was going to track down. The alpha shakes his head with a cough as he follows the tech without being seen. After nearly a fifty minute drive, he watches the human disappear through the ravaged broken gates...

"God, sweetheart, don't be a fucking idiot!" Scott whispers sharply as he follows him into the sullen Sanchez sands.