Disclaimer: I don't own them. If I did, I'd be out shopping for a new wardrobe atm.
A/N: Ok, its short. Mainly because I haven't updated in AGES and I thought you guys might like to hear the next bit of the story. Also because, well, anything more wouldn't have fit. So it's kinda a filler chapter, with a bit of humour to keep the wolves at bay. I don't know how long it's going to take me to get the next one up, so savour the taste! (Although, if no-one reviews, I might just give up on this hint)
"I'm telling you Boss, you owe me fifty bucks!"
"And I'm telling you sergeant, that you owe ME $50."
The sounds of their argument drifted through the silent station.
"How do you see that? Tess and Jones got together earlier."
"So? It was one night Stewart! They didn't really get together, they only slept together."
"And that doesn't classify as something?" Ben took a deep breath, lowering his voice, aware that anyone might walk in at any moment. "The bet was about who would get together first, not who would come clean about it."
"How do we know that Jones and Gallagher weren't together before Hasham and Parish?" Tom Croydon wasn't used to loosing. "They both announced it on the same night, so that makes the fact that they're together from that moment, because it would be impossible to pinpoint when Parish and Hasham got together without arousing suspicion."
"Suspicion of what Boss?" Evan stood in the doorway of the office. The same thought ran through the two men's heads: 'how much has he heard?'
"Nothing Jones, nothing." Tom answered somewhat hesitantly.
"Well, if it's nothing why don't you tell me?" Evan was suspicious- he would have been even if had he not overheard what he did. The two other men had been acting somewhat suspiciously over the past few weeks. "Well, if you're not going to tell me I'm just going to either get you both drunk and get it out of you Tom, or beat it out of you Ben."
The two men exchanged a look. They had no doubt whatsoever that Evan would do as he said. If he was going to find out anyway. . .
"Ok, fine Jones, seeing as how you'll find out anyway." Out came the story- how they had been sick of watching their colleagues pussyfoot their way around each other, and wondering who would get together first. How they had, after an especially trying day, made a bet about who would get together first, and how now they were unable to agree to who had won the bet.
All through the story, Evan hand listened calmly. At least that was how he appeared on the outside. On the inside he was dying to burst out loud. It sounded so unlike his two workmates that he wanted roll on the floor and laugh until his sides hurt and his cheeks felt like they would never be normal again. He couldn't do that. A thought arrived in his mind. Maybe it was time he had some fun of his own . . .
He was brought back to the present by a guilt-ridden silence. He looked at the guilty parties, almost feeling sorry for them. He put on his best angry look and stormed out of the office, slamming the door for good measure.
Ben and Tom looked at each other.
"Well, I think that went well." Ben started. He was about to continue, to say something about how Evan hadn't thrown anything, and how he hadn't forced one of them against a wall when the door swung open again.
"Firstly, let me say, the two of you should be ashamed of yourselves." Evan was going to use what advantage he had right now, knowing that he'd never again get to yell at his boss. "However, I have thought about it, and I think that telling PJ, Jo and Tess wouldn't make your lives easy, and maybe I should let them do that."
Tom and Ben had been looking rather apprehensive at the idea that Jones would tell PJ and Tess. Jo probably wouldn't have that much to say, but Tess was hormonal, and who could say how she would react.
"But here's the deal. You too baby-sit for Tess and/or me for free three times a year. Any objections and I'll tell all three."
Ben and Tom looked at each other, thinking that they were getting off lightly. They turned back to Jones and nodded, somewhat relieved that he hadn't made such a big problem. Evan turned to leave, and then remembered something.
"Oh, and no backing out because of teething or other early childhood complications, such as pooey nappies."
Once Evan had made it back into the main station, he all but sprinted to the toilets. After he had locked the door, he sat collapsed against the wall, tears of laughter falling down his cheeks. 'Classic,' he thought to himself. 'The look of shock and guilt on their faces!' He laughed harder, if it was possible to do so, shoving his forearm to smother the noise that was beginning to escape from his mouth. 'Pity I said I wouldn't tell Jo. She would have loved it!'
About half an hour later, a rather sober looking Jones exited the bathroom. He had washed his face, so that no evidence of tears remained, and was trying very hard to avoid eye contact with the other two men in the station, fearing if he looked at them for too long, he wouldn't be able to keep a straight face. They, luckily, put it down to still being pissed off at them.
Jo, PJ and Tess all put the stony silence between the trio down to some sort of blue and were all resolving, silently to themselves of course, to find out exactly what had happened while they had been out on their various duties.