Disclaimer: Do I have to keep saying this? I don't own anything of value.

A/N: Sooooooo. Hands up if you are mad that I haven't updated any fics? On one hand I'm done some of my college courses. On the other I still have my high school courses to finish. Don't even both asking, I get confused myself. Trust me doing upgrading at the college as well as going to high school is annoying. I'm sort of burned out right now, my boyfriend forced me to take a week off of work to relax. However he seems to think I shouldn't be allowed near a computer for a while too, so that means no updates. Fear not though, all is well and I shall be back to updating by the end of June after I've finished my last two diploma exams.

"Mom wants you to come to dinner tonight."

"I'll think about it," he said ignoring the eyes that were burning holes into his back as he reached up to kiss his lover goodbye. "I'll see you later," he said with a smile.

The red head frowned. "I don't like you working with him. He's no good for you."

Harry laughed softly. "Relax Charlie. I can handle it."

"I know," the older man chuckled. "Doesn't mean I have to like it," he said as he turned and left.

He watched him go, dreading the conversation he knew was coming.

"So," Rusty said from behind him. "That's him huh? Thought he'd be taller."

"None of your business Ryan," Harry said stiffly as his former lover came to stand beside him.

"What if I said I wanted it to be my business?" Rusty asked as he sent him a sidelong look.

Harry turned to sneer at him. "Well considering Lahiri just walked in, I'd have to say your doing a lousy job of convincing me," he spat as he stalked over to the planning table where Basher was waiting for him.

Rusty sighed as he tilted his head to the side and sent Danny a suffering look. "Couldn't you have waited?"

"Does it look like I had a choice?" The man said as he gestured to the unhappy woman who appeared to have been nagging him.

"Robert what is this about?" Isabel demanded as she stalked towards him in impossibly high heels. "You left! You just dropped me off in the middle of nowhere and left!"

Rusty shrugged. "My job was to reunite you with your father. Nothing more."

The woman frowned. "What about us?"

"There is no us," Rusty said bluntly trying to get rid of the woman. "The last time I got involved with you, I lost the most important thing in my life. It took me years to figure it out. Now that I have a chance at getting it back, there's no way I'm going to get involved with you again."

Isabel's lower lip trembled. "But I thought…"

"Listen, Isabel, I don't love you. I told you that I didn't come back for you and I meant it," Rusty said. "What we had was shallow and pointless. Move on already."

The woman let tears roll down her cheeks. "I hate you Robert!" She yelled before turning to run out of the factory they were using as a base.

"Harsh," Danny said thoughtfully as they watched her go.

"Shut up."

"Hey, I never said it wasn't necessary."

"How'd she find us anyways?" Rusty asked Danny.

"How else?"

"Ah."

"Man always was a bit of an asshole."

"A bit?"

Danny nodded. "True."

"Yep."

"So how bad did that little entrance screw up your chances?" Danny asked contemplatively as they stood watching the Isabel run down the street.

Rusty risked a glance at Harry and winced at the glare he received in return. "Quite a bit I think."

"Huh. You tried saying sorry yet?"

"Kinda hoping to avoid that route."

"Don't blame you. Kid looks like he has a killer right hook."

Rusty snorted. "You should have seen what he did to Isabel the first time they met. He up ended the punch bowl on her and when she tried to have him arrested, he convinced the Chief of Police to suspend her for a week."

"Really?" Danny asked as his face split into a grin thinking of the uptight woman being drenched like that. "How'd he manage that?"

"Turns out they knew each other, Harry volunteered at his son's school or something like that. Told the man that one of his officer's shouldn't participate in such lewd behaviour in public. I swear he had the man thinking she was a prostitute who was propositioning all the men at the charity ball by the time the night was over."

Danny snorted. "Kid's got style."

Rusty shot him a look. "You know, it should be against the rules to call a man that makes more money in a week than we do in a year a kid."

Danny nodded as he considered his friends words. "Should be. Doesn't mean I'm going to stop."