A/N: So, after reading something about Ezekiel being a shipper, I got this idea. I love Ezekiel, so much, him and his flawed self, so writing this has been a blast.

It takes place in season 3, and the final chapter will be my own ending to the season. Everything they do in the chapters though will revolve around made up missions of theirs. I hate making up plots for what already happened. I've written a good portion already, and the end, but I have no idea how many chapters I might actually write. Depends on you guys, I guess. :)
This chapter is short - the rest will be longer. This one just had to be split up in pieces. Ideally, every chapter or so there will be a new mission while Ezekiel is trying to get them together in a new way. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: If I owned The Librarians there would be a whole lot more Jassandra in the show, just sayin'. No copyright intended.

You know, sometimes people are just destined for greatness. Whether those people acknowledge that greatness is always up to them – but for me, I always knew I was made to be great. From the time I was born, I was more than great – I was awesome. I can just see everyone rolling their eyes now – but it's only because they don't see it. They don't see just how truly awesome I am. And you know what? I'm gonna show 'em.

"Jones," Stone was looking up from his book, an irate expression on his face. "Shut up."

"What? I can't express my feelings? I see how it is. Cassandra can talk all she likes, but oh, if Jones starts to speak…"

"That's not-" Stone growled, adjusting himself up some, his body tenser due to the anger he felt towards me. I love it when I get him all worked up. "It has nothing to do with you just generally speaking, Jones. It's the fact that you've been giving all of us a monologue about how amazing you think you are for the past thirty minutes!"

"And what's wrong with that?"

Stone started to shout again, but instead clamped his mouth shut and slammed his book closed; a glare gracing me as he went. He grumbled under his breath as he left the room, saying something like, "find somewhere with peace and quiet". I smiled to myself and looked over, seeing Cassandra scanning through old equations for magic of something – whatever math nerds do. Or, math nerds who love magic … Mathmagicians. Brilliant.

"You really shouldn't be so mean, you know." Cassandra spoke up.

I smirked, looking her way. "I have no idea what you could possibly mean."

Cassandra looked at me with a knowing look and a tweaked brow. "Why are you purposely trying to irritate him anyway?"

"Eh, I figured if I bothered him enough I could finally get him to leave."

Now Cassandra was looking at me with an appalled look. She was always too nice to ever fully understand me. One of the reasons we all love her.

"Why?"

"Because." I answered, not actually answering anything. I had a plan – but that of course involved not having Stone here at the time being.

"Right," she chuckled. "Makes perfect sense."

It really did.

See, as I was previously explaining – I'm awesome. Sometimes, awesome people are just so awesome that nothing can fully satisfy their need to do something with their oh-so-brilliant mind. Not even pizza, or causing senseless mischief, or tampering with all of Jenkin's precious artifacts, yes even all of those can't keep my brilliant mind at bay. That's right, sometimes awesome people just like me can get bored. To fix this unsolvable problem is to, of course, do something even more interacting and entertaining than playing with my countless video games – and something I've never done before. After a few minutes of considering what it could possibly be earlier, I decided… match making. Why not, yeah? Might be fun.

"Ezekiel?" Cassandra said, looking at me worried. "You okay?"

I looked at her with a grin. "Yeah, I'm awesome."

She looked at me a little funny and then nodded. "Okay."

"You know, Red," I started. She looked at me, almost looking to be expecting the worst. "You're pretty awesome, too."

Cassandra just beamed. "Well, thank you, Ezekiel."

"You know who else is pretty awesome? Or, maybe just an okay awesome, that is."

She shrugged. "Who?"

"Jacob Stone. Don't ya agree?"

Cassandra blushed a little, and shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so." She then avoided all eye contact and looked down at her mathmagician stuff.

Ezekiel Jones really was brilliant. Why? Because he had a theory – a theory he had to test (without Stone hearing him calling him awesome, of course). He had a hunch that Cassandra Cillian was in love, and that hunch had just been confirmed - sort of. One of his best friend was in love with the cowboy, seemed about right.

It was subtle, and he didn't think even Baird had noticed anything out of the ordinary. But ever since they had come back from their mission in the snow and what not they've acted different around each other – and Cassandra has been doing a lot of blushing. A lot. So, it was now his job to do something about it.

He had to be subtle, had to ease into it – none of his usual blunt tactics. If he wasn't careful, if he embarrassed either of them too much, he would suffocate the flame. Cassandra hated being in the spotlight and Stone … well he hated being humiliated. One bad experience, one mistake too public, and he could force them to be completely against the new idea of them before he could even make them be a them.

Yes, this might just be the toughest challenge Ezekiel Jones had ever faced.

Then, Cassandra and I heard the clipping book shuffle around. We gave each other a look, and went towards the book. "Baird!" I shouted. "New mission!"

Baird came walking in the room a few minutes after, coat ready as she tied up her hair. "Where is it?"

Cassandra pursed her lips and made a 'umm'. "Utah, weirdly enough."

Stone was coming down the stairs now, entering the main room of the annex. Cassandra just seemed to brighten up when he entered. "What's this one about?"

"Little too vague to say." Cassandra answered. "But, apparently there's missing people involved."

"Ah," I said, crossing my arms across my chest. "Isn't there always?"

"Don't make jokes about missing people, Jones." Baird griped.

"It's not really a joke when it's true, mate." She of course glared back at me.

"Jenkins?" Baird called.

He came popping up out of nowhere with a book in his hand, glasses on his nose. "New adventure to undertake?"

Cassandra ooed. "He makes it sound so exciting." She raised her shoulders a bit in excitement. I watched, and there it was. Stone, standing right next to her (extremely close, I might add), gave her a hidden, but endearing smile. It was just at her, nothing no one was supposed to see. I only saw it because I, the awesomely observant one, was looking for it.

This was good entail, but not enough. Before I try anything, I need to be sure that Stone's feelings are the same as Casandra's – if they aren't, well I can figure that out if I get there. However, I have little doubt I ever will.

Before I knew it Baird had opened the back door, a new portal to jump through awaiting us. Utah – Salt Lake City to be exact. I never really thought religion and romance went hand and hand, but I suppose it'll have to do.

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