A/N: Written for my 100 follower celebration over on my tumblr ( serenasoutherlyns). Prompt from disaster-and-disgrace: "How about a 500 word ficlet, Tracey/Kelly, fake dating "I'm easy. Buy me a nice ring and I'll lie to your parents?" Anybody can submit for this challenge, I'm writing 500 word ficlets and 100 word drabbles from any prompt I get during this week (up to October 18th). All feedback is appreciated!

One thing Tracey doesn't always like about being bureau chief, lo these many years into the job, is wrangling the baby ADAs. Not their work: really, she is continually surprised by how they seem to come out of law school and clerkships smarter every year, and she actually owes a key break in the case she's writing her opening for to Henry. It's their behavior that bothers her sometimes, when there's important things to be done. The bickering, the need to out-smart one another- they're good skills to have. God knows how many times Tracey's fine-tuned her arguments by antagonistically bouncing them off of another lawyer. Still, it would be easier to focus if there weren't voices from down the hall growing faster and louder by the minute.

"Cameron, will you shut up?" is the first exclamation she hears clearly, in Georgia's voice. She sounds like she's joking. Kelly, sitting across from her, having escaped her own bureau and juniors for the evening, exhales an amused laugh. Tracey clicks her tongue, knowing how pointless it would be to intervene. She loves the days when one of them is able to join the other before they leave. Of course, she also loves going home to her wife, and she loves being home when Kelly gets there. She loves everything about her.

"You know," Kelly says, resting her pen against the top of her book, smirking towards Tracey, "Mine don't act like that."

Tracey scoffs, underlining a quote she wants to use. "I'm sure they do, when you're not around. They're scared of you."

"Right, because I have a reputation for being a hard-ass."

"They're scared to disappoint you. At least mine know the worst they can do is make me angry."

"Uh-huh."

Another burst of sound comes from down the hall, unmistakably laughter. Cameron's voice carries loudest: "Gigi, all I'm saying is, I'm easy. Buy me a nice ring and I'll lie to your parents!"

Kelly grins and laughs. It always makes Tracey's pulse flutter. "Sounds like they're getting off-task in there, Kibre."

Tracey smiles, wide and delighted. "I'll let them have their fun."

"Softie," Kelly says. Tracey bites her tongue and shrugs, and they both pick up their pens again.

"I hate you," Georgia says to Cameron, far ahead enough not to notice their boss.

"Come on,"

"I'm not buying you a ring,"

"But I can be your fake fiancé?"

"Only because my mother will freak out."

"Deal." Their voices grow quieter, and their steps further away.

"How long, do you think, until they're really together?" Kelly says.

"Two months, tops," Tracey replies in a whisper, squeezing her hand.

"People never believe me, you know, when I tell them how sweet you are."

"Only for you, my love," Tracey says, opening the final doors, the chilly air hits their faces. A leaf falls immediately into Kelly's blonde waves as soon as they step outside. Tracey picks it out with gentle hands, and kisses her, quickly, so familiar. "Always for you."