Disclaimer- Of course we could always kidnap them and hide them away somewhere, but then we couldn't even watch them play on TV. Tailwind and NBC get to have all the fun, we just have to play behind their backs. We still don't own them.

Authors' Note- There is an end in sight and we promise it will be worth it. A cookie if you get the reference to a peanut butter sandwich. GE didn't at first until the Goddess explained it, at which point GE felt really dumb.

JORDAN POV

I look up from my desk with the feeling of eyes boring into me. I half hope it's him, but instead it's another bald man, one who I don't particularly want to see right now. "Hi, Howie." I say to him and he sits down on my couch across from me.

"Hello Jordan." He says and keep staring at me as I try to ignore him. Eventually I can't stand it anymore.

"What do you want?" I ask him and he grins.

"To know why things are so hellish for you recently? Relationship problems?" He grins and I fight back the urge to slap the little man. He knows full well what was going on, I had confided in him before. "With most people, sleeping with the boss is the problem, but of course, you have to be the different one who has the problem with not sleeping with the boss."

I turn back to the file on my desk, trying to ignore him and what he would have to say. "It's not something I'm going to do, I jumped in and sank." He grinned.

"So now you're drowning in emotion?" I glare at him, gripping the pencil in my hand far too tightly, thinking of it as his neck. I stare back down at the file before shutting it and trying to find something else to stare at.

"You're jumpy, have you been sleeping?" I nod.

"Yes, I have, no nightmares." I wasn't going to tell him that most of my dreams left me less refreshed, each one featuring the man across the hall, sometimes doing what we always do, talking, laughing, but also there are the dreams where he's doing wonderful, inventive things to my body.

"Right. So the only problem you have is that you're so wrapped up in your unrequited love that your life is suffering."

"My life is not suffering." I tell him. It wasn't. I was perfectly okay. Except for the dreams and an unrequieted lust for my best friend.

"Is it?" He asks and I ignore him. My gaze is drawn across the hall as he walks back in, pulling off his scrub shirt, his undershirt getting partially caught on it and I catch a small glimpse of tan skin and a surprisingly flat stomach as he pulls a nice button down shirt back on.

He looks so calm, so relaxed as he kicks his feet up on the desk and leans back, tapping the arm of his chair in rhythm to whatever he was listening to. I don't hear Stiles calling my name for a good minute.

"You, my dear, are hopelessly in love." I stare down at the desk.

Was that what this was? Love? It felt different from what I ever felt for Woody. This was deeper, more personal.

"Unrequited." I tell him and he grins.

"Ah, the joys of unrequited love. Let me buy you a peanut butter sandwich in sympathy." It takes me a minute to get the reference, and once I do I have to smile, slightly. "But did I not give you advice?"

"I'm not going to take it. I'm not going to lose my best friend because I want him." He grins a Cheshire cat grin, as if he knows something that I don't.

"You never know until you try. You know what they say-the man who never gets hurt is the one who never really lives. Are you going to live your life or be afraid of it?" He gets up and begins to walk out.

"Why does it concern you so much?" I ask him as he reaches the doorway and he grins.

"Because, my dear, as much as I enjoy you being completely psychotic as it pads my coffers quite well, I'd rather see you happy. And I can't resist getting involved with relationships." He walks out with a little wave, leaving me alone. I wasn't afraid of my life. Just of losing the one person that meant the most to me.

But suppose I didn't lose him, suppose he felt the same?

Yeah right, that's why he couldn't wait to get out of your sight this morning. He loves you so much he can't stand to be around you. That makes a lot of sense, Jordan Marie.

A/N- Well that didn't work, I guess we have to breakout the rubber hose and beat them.