A/N: YAY! I got REVIEWS! I'm SO HAPPY! Allright, well, here's chapter 2. Don't expect a posting everyday but, if I've got it, I'll give it to you. :-P And all the personal stuff that I come up with like relatives and birthdays and apartments... I MADE IT UP. It doesn't say anything about those in the manga (well at least for JJ and Drake) so bare with me!

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Kitty in the Box- why thank you! that means so much to me. and i love your gravitation fics by the way.

Reddi- I'm not a fan of OOC either. AU I've got no problems but when you start messing with their personality, that's where it might as well be an original fic. I don't plan for JJ to be quite as hyper as in the manga though. I mean he will be, but not as often, because NOBODY is quite like that.

magical duct tape angel- thank you, thank you. and i do plan to keep writing. :-)

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Chapter 2:

It had been about two weeks since Ryo and Dee moved in together.

And it was a Monday.

To JJ, Mondays were always pleasant and welcome. Staying by himself for two days, in an apartment that was spacious but still empty, was depressing for him. The fact that he'd rather be staring at pictures of bloodied bodies instead of watching television at home was also something that JJ had not really come to terms with either. He could have called someone if he wanted too, but exactly who would come? The only people closest to him were too busy with each other to spend time entertaining him. So every Friday and Saturday night he sat alone on his leather sofa, battling with himself, whether or not to go and pick someone up in a bar. The answer was always a no, even though he could use the... release. And so for these very reasons, JJ loved Mondays.

Drake, on the other hand, hated Mondays. He also hated mornings, which made Monday mornings in particular, nothing short of hell itself. He hadn't been sleeping well lately and this really bothered him. Drake was not known for being nocturnal so when he was up until two, three, or four in the morning it made him bitchy the next day. So while Drake struggled with his sleeping problem, he found his dependence on caffeine to increase exponentially by the day. Maybe it's about time that I go see a doctor, he wondered.

So, at seven in the morning, Drake wandered into his office to find out what kind of crap he had to deal with today, on a Monday, in the morning...

"Ah! Good morning Drake!" JJ grinned from behind his desk.

"Ugh" was all that Drake managed to get out before...

"Rose took Ted and Marty off the Bell case because the prep has a record of attacking African Americans so we got landed with that and they caught the guy we've been looking for on 10th street so you and I have to go through interrogation this afternoon around three Ryo and Dee had to switch shifts with us on Friday because of a thing with Bikky I think it might have been a tournament or something I really don't remember you look tired Drake? Wouldyoulikesomecoffee?"

Drake didn't answer. He just stared at his partner like his hair was caught on fire. Then once he had stopped his head from spinning he said, "I don't know what the fuck all that was because you KNOW I don't do well in the morning. I'm gonna go find a cup of coffee... or ten. I'll be back in five."

"Too late," JJ sighed as he pulled a thermos from under his desk. He placed the thermos across from him on Drake's desk in a final sort of thud. "Sit down. I'll speak in short sentences. Just for you."

Drake slid into his wooden chair and tenderly grabbed the thermos. Unscrewing the lid, he took a whiff as French Roast filled his lungs. If this isn't the second best thing in the world, I don't know what is...floated through his head before he poured a generous amount into the lid that served as a cup as well.

"Thanks JJ," he let out gratefully, "Where did you get this? It's great."

"I made it at home. I know you're not so swift at seven," JJ admitted.

"Wow... if I had someone to make this for me every morning I wouldn't be half as reluctant to get out of bed," Drake said as he took another gulp.

An uncomfortable silence fell between them, with neither of them knowing what to say after that.

Crap! That came out sounding like I wanted to wake up with him! Shit, shit, shit! I hope he doesn't take it the wrong way...thought Drake.

Oh, god! That just sounded like Drake wanted me to serve him coffee in bed! Damnit, damnit, damnit! He doesn't know how much the thought of doing anything for ANYONE in the morning sounds so wonderful. I hope he doesn't think I took it the wrong way... JJ's brain rattled.

And as so often happens, Drake was about to clear up the confusion until... guess who burst through the door.

"Morning ladies!" said Dee in what he obviously thought was a bright, cheery tone.

"Up yours Laytner," replied Drake who was still waiting for the coffee to take affect.

"Hello Dee-sempai," mumbled JJ.

"What's up with you two? Did I come in at a bad time or something?" Dee asked.

"No, nothing's wrong. You just annoy the hell out of me in the morning. That's all," Drake huffed.

"Come on Drake. Look I'm sorry you're not getting laid. Really I am. But you don't have to be bitchy every morning. I know! I'll take you to a bar tonight huh? On me, you won't have to pay a cent."

"Fine, I don't care," Drake said, "And JJ, write a memo for me to slap Dee later on this afternoon when I stop seeing him double."

JJ smirked a little while he wrote the message down and stuck it to Drake's computer. Dee and Drake were always going at it, but were still good friends through it all. The teasing just amounted to tacit affection, in his opinion. A spark of jealousy flared up inside JJ, which both startled and scared him. Wait! Why am I jealous? And who am I jealous of? Jealous of Drake for being so close to Dee? Or being jealous of Dee for being so friendly with... He quelled this emotion and put it in the back of his mind.

At this time, Ryo walked through the office door in his usual, tranquil way and sat down while shifting a few folders on his desk.

"We've got a stake out Dee so don't get comfy. We're out of here as soon as I find that damn folder," Ryo stated as he searched through drawers of manila files.

"Way ahead of you baby," Dee grinned as he waved a folder in his hand, "I'm ready when you are handsome."

Ryo got up looking relieved. "All right. Let's go. And JJ, Happy 26th!"

JJ gave out a muffled "thanks" before Ryo and Dee headed out to wherever they were going.

When they had gone, Drake asked, "What did he mean by 'Happy 26th' JJ?"

"It's... uh... it's my birthday today," JJ muttered with his head bent, looking determinedly down.

"What?! JJ! Why didn't you tell me!" Drake said indignantly.

"It doesn't matter. It's not a big deal."

"That's a ton of whoreshit JJ. Your birthday matters."

"No, not to me."

"Well, it does to ME." Drake was outraged. JJ was moving into self-pity mode, which was so unbecoming of him. He just couldn't believe that JJ wouldn't tell him it was his birthday. That sudden thought sparked a wave of panic. Oh man! JJ and I have been partners for two years and I haven't celebrated his birthday once! That means I missed... bastard!

"Drake, just let it go 'kay?" JJ was in panic mode as well. He had seen Drake angry plenty of times, but this was his first time to be the victim. It was terrifying. If looks could kill he would have been dead three times over by now. Why the hell is he so upset?!

"No! I'm sick and tired of you just telling me to let things go. I won't! We're supposed to be partners JJ. Not to mention friends. You have to tell me of important stuff like this!" Drake said with his voice rising.

"I don't have to tell you anything Drake! And anything personal of mine- " JJ yelled, matching his pitch to meet Drake's.

"Your birthday is not personal JJ! It's pretty fucking basic!" Drake cut in.

"Well, I don't see you willing to spill that information either Parker! I don't know when the hell your birthday is! And I wonder why that is... Oh yeah! It's because you haven't told me!"

Both men were standing now, fists clenched, giving each other death glares from across their desks. Drake felt this pang of regret when he heard his last name. JJ had never called him by his last name before. Maybe it would have been better to let things go...

"I would have told you if you asked!" Drake retorted.

"Ditto!" JJ replied scathingly.

And with that, Drake stormed out of the office in search of some peace and quiet... and coffee.

God damnit! I hate Mondays!

A/N: I don't know how old they are so I'm making it up. Sorry if you don't like it. And I'm assuming that Ryo and Dee got together in two years. There has been some controversy over whether it's five or two. I don't care. I went with two because it's a letter shorter.

I don't know how Ryo found out about JJ's birthday. He's just special like that I guess.

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