Moving day: Len and Mick decide it's time to move in together. However, Mick's laziness towards unpacking gets on Len's last nerve.

Rating: T for minor swearing and suggestive themes.

Word count: 1,673 words

A/N I tried to make this quite funny but in the end it ended up being cute as well so \(^.^)/


"For fuck sake Mick. When are you going to unpack all these boxes?" Len asked, walking into the living room after waking up. It wouldn't be so bad if he didn't keep tripping over the damn things.

"When I feel like it." Mick answered with a shrug.

"It's been three days. I've tripped your boxes like a million times! Unpack already!" Len exclaimed. Him and Mick couldn't be more opposite even if they tried. Len like the cold, Mick liked the heat. Len likes to get stuff done. Items have to be in a specific place, I guess you could say he was a bit of a neat freak. Mick on the other hand, compared to Len, lived like a slob. He wasn't one, he has specific places for certain items like Len does, just not to the same extent. He likes to take his time when completing things instead of getting stuff done immediately. He takes whatever life throws at him, and throws caution to the wind. He never thinks. Just does.

"Well if you would watch where you're going, you wouldn't be tripping over stuff, hmm?" Mick pointed out and Len just sighed. Why did he ever think this was a good idea? Oh that's right he didn't think on this occasion. He just came out with it one night. Like a spur of the moment thing. Len was the one that did the planning and got shit done. Len was the one that nearly never got caught. He was always dotting the I's, crossing the T's. So when he asked Mick to move in with him, he took a page out of Mick's book. Didn't think about it, just asked. This action took them both by surprise, never the less, Mick agreed, clearly.

"If you didn't leave your boxes in stupid places, I wouldn't keep tripping over them!" Len barked and sighed again as he walked into the kitchen. Almost immediately, the smell of burning came to his nostrils. "Please tell me you didn't use the heat gun to cook something." Len then yelled groaning.

"See, I could do that... But I would be lying. It was only toast! You know I like my toast nice and crispy... It's not my fault the toaster takes to long to get to that point and even then it's not crispy enough." Mick explained, walking into the kitchen. "Ah that lovely smell. Isn't it just Devine?" Mick then asked.

"No."

"You can't tell me that the smell.. Ooh what's the word I'm looking for.." Mick trailed off, almost teasing.

"Disgusts me? Yes. Very much so." Len said, finishing the sentence for him whilst opening the window before looking for something to eat. Evidently there wasn't anything. Typical. "You ate everything?"

"Oh c'mon Lenny, there wasn't a lot to eat in the first place." Mick pointed out smirking slightly. Len always hated the name 'Lenny'. It was Mick and Lisa who came up with it, well Mick just came up with it to wind him up, Lisa, who was only a couple of years old at the time, just played along with it, cause that's what little siblings do.. Annoy their older sibling for fun.

"Mick.." Len growled before leaving the room before he did something he'd more than likely regret. Grabbing is parka on the way, Len headed towards the door.

"Aw now come on. I was only messing with you!" Mick exclaimed, watching the man.

"I'm going shopping." Len said, rolling his eyes at Mick.

"I'll come with you, let me just get my jacket." Mick insisted and Len rolled his eyes again. If there's one thing that's worse than Mick's obsession with fire.. It's Mick's behaviour when going shopping. He was as bad as a little kid. Worse even considering is age. He'd pick up EVERYTHING he'd touch, insist on being pushed around in the trolley and even if you just turned around for a second, he'd be gone. He was just generally acted like a child. Sometimes Len wonders what he see's in him.

"No. I'm going alone. You're staying here and unpacking all your shit. I want all these boxes to be gone by the time I'm back." Len growled and left before Mick had a chance to respond.

"Brilliant.." Mick whispered to himself as the door slammed shut. He knows he is the one to blame for Len's bad mood, sometimes he does it on purpose. When him and Len get into arguments.. Well it sometimes, well more often then not, leads to rough animal sex that night. But sometimes Len just wasn't in the best of moods. Okay maybe he shouldn't of left the boxes where he did and maybe most of them should be unpacked by now... And yes, Len is a huge neat freak, Mick swears he's got OCD or something. Mick sighed, he really should start unpacking, but there's just so much.. For a criminal. He's supposed to 'travel light.' But he needed his most prized procession, his heat gun. There was no chance he was leaving it behind. It virtually never left his side since Cisco made the replacement ones for him and Len and made Lisa a gold gun... That's it, he'll get Lisa to help... Besides, Mick had some stolen stuff that he didn't want Len to find out about. They were supposed to be lying low for a while after all. Sighing, he picked up his phone and dialled Lisa's number.

"Lisa. Can you do me a favour? Help me unpack before your brother gets back from shopping... He's a bit pissed at me." Mick said once Lisa answered the phone.

-a few hours later-

"The one time I force myself to act like a civilian it takes me twice as long to go shopping." Len muttered as he walked through the door, more annoyed than he was before. "Mick?! Are you in?!" He then shouted looking around.

"In the kitchen." Mick yelled, and Len just sighed and walked into the kitchen, carrying the majority of the shopping bags. "Hey babe." Mick added, giving Len a quick peck on the lips before taking the shopping bags off him.

"You're in the kitchen? And nothing's burning?" Len asked, puzzled with a slight chuckle. Mick just rolled his eye at the comment. Not everything he touches burns... Just the majority does.

"Nothing to cook remember?" Mick pointed out.

"Yeah I know, I'll be back." Len replied before leaving again to collect the remaining bags. Mick just smiled before putting the shopping away. Soon enough, Len returned with the remaining bags and stopped in his tracks as he watched Mick. "What happened to the Mick I know and... Trust? You left your boxes around for three days and you're now putting the shopping away? How long was I gone?" Len asked jokingly.

"Long enough." Mick answered with a slight chuckle of his own. "Jesus Len. How much did you.. I'm assuming you bought all this stuff judging how long you were gone." Mick then added.

"Don't even go there." Len just replied groaning.

"Go sit down, I'll sort all this out." Mick insisted taking the remaining bags and smiled.

"Are you sure?" Len asked, getting slightly confused at Mick's actions.

"Yes go." Mick said, pushing him towards the living area. Len just chuckled and walked over. Looking around he just sighed, Mick didn't just pack away all his stuff, he cleaned up, and now he's unpacking all the shopping.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Mick asked, sitting next to him, snapping him out of his train of thought.

"Oh. Nothing. So c'mon, who helped you?" Len asked, nudging Mick's side.

"Whatever do you mean?" Mick replied, joking slightly.

"You packed all your stuff away and cleaned up, and just put the shopping away. Who helped you?" Len asked again, noticing Lisa's jacket hanging over the back of the chair.

"I'm offended you didn't think I could do it by myself." Mick said, faking hurt.

"Oh really. So how come Lisa's jacket is there?" Len asked pointing to it and Mick groaned.

"She popped round while you were out. I had most of it done by that point. C'mon, do you think she'd risk breaking one of her nails to help me pack away my stuff and clean up? You do know your sister don't you?" Mick asked, laughing slightly which caused Len to laugh a little too.

"Yeah yeah. I suppose your right." Len said, giving up.

"I mostly am." Mick said and Len nudged him again.

"Getting cocky are we again? You and your big ego." Len joked, rolling his eyes playfully.

"You know me." Mick pointed out.

"Yeah, shamefully I do." Len laughed, and rested his head on Mick's shoulder which caused Mick to wrap his arm around the smaller male.

"What do you mean shamefully, I'm the best damn thing that happened to you." Mick said and Len just laughed more. After a couple of minutes of silence Len just sighed.

"I'm sorry. For having a go at you earlier." Len apologised.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Mick said, making sure he heard correctly, after all it's not everyday the infamous captain cold apologises.

"Don't make me say it again." Len groaned and Mick chuckled.

"So cuddles and a movie night. We've not had one in a while." Mick asked and Len smiled.

"Yeah, I'd like that." Len said, leaning of his shoulder so he can give the older male a kiss on his cheek before cuddling up to him and resting his head on his chest as Mick picked the movie. Sure they have their ups and downs and their arguments, and yes Len can become quite the stress head when it comes to Mick, but they're both happy with the way they are, and that's all they can ever want.

Well that and money. Loads of money.