A/N: I know I'm late. Gibbs-smacks self My laptop puked and I lost the file and had to perform some mystical techie mumbo-jumbo (undera buddy's supervision)to get it back. Without further ado...

Chloe wasn't showing pity for either of her friends. All Jack's limp got him was a pat on the back, and Fauve's shiner got a laugh. The two of them had started sulking, together. But Jack was still loaded down with luggage, so it seemed that Fauve hadn't totally forgiven him yet. Still, sulking together was a big improvement over threats of psychological damage.

Clearing his throat, Jack eyed Fauve carefully before asking Chloe, "How are we going to get to this private airstrip she," glare in Fauve's general direction, "was talking about."

Chloe reached over and shouldered her own duffel to lighten Jack's load. "Benny will probably pick us up. Though," she added thoughtfully, "it could be hard to get all three of us into the cab of his pick-up."

"That's why you two are sitting in the back with the luggage." Fauve had given up on getting any sympathy from her friend and had reverted to her normal self. "There's no way I'm sitting on your lap too. I leave that honor to Chloe."

Chloe blushed and Jack winced, muttering, "I'm sure I don't want you on my lap. God only knows what you might try to do."

The tips of Chloe's ears went red and her eyes widened significantly at his comment. She cut off Fauve's speculative look growling, "Don't even think about it." Then she turned to Jack, "Don't ever say anything that near her ever again. You don't want to know how she'll run with it. I don't want to know how she'll run with it."

Rolling her eyes, Fauve sighed dramatically. "You always ruin my fun, Chloe. Just let me play with him for a little bit."

The familiar surly look took up its residence on the blonde's face once more. "No," Chloe said slowly, enunciating, "mine. Don't touch."

Jack stopped in mid-step and struggled to look at Chloe over his load, a wide-eyed expression crossing his face. Neither woman stopped walking, and Fauve glanced at him from over her shoulder, before rolling her good eye.

"Well? Hurry up!" And then she went back to teasing Chloe about her red face.