Chapter no. : 14
Chapter title: Tomfoolery
Story rating: T
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Chelsea blinked in surprise. "Well, fuck me - if it isn't Tala Ivanov and Bryan Kuznetsov."

The two Russians looked at her with frowns, then at Friday.

"You know, Robert…" Tala drawled, accent thick. "When I said that your little friends could come along too, I didn't mean Giancarlo's groupies."

"Hey, dude." Chelsea snapped. "If you hate the guy so much, you really shouldn't flatter him."

"Amen, sister." Friday laughed, high fiving with her sister. "And a hello, would be nice."

"Hello - who the hell are you?"

"Oh, the Russian manners have surfaced… and how gracious they are…"

Friday gave him a tart look. "I'm Friday Thomas. This is my sister Chelsea and he's Radolf, my brother."

"Mm hm - and why are you here?"

"We're Oliver's cousins and we're the ones who fostered him as Winter for a year." Radolf replied quietly, silently thanking Friday for choosing the corner table furthest away from anyone else.

"And we're the ones who are putting our necks on the line to keep him away from the homicidal maniac." Friday added, not exactly pleased at how the two boys had welcomed them.

"Then why are we with Bryan…?" Johnny muttered.

"Johnny, stop being so blatantly jealous." Chelsea mock-scolded.

Robert shot the two an apologetic look.

"No need to apologise, Griffon." Tala said, in Russian. "Though you should have left McGregor in England… things would be more peaceful without him."

"I understand your point, but do you really want to end up saving him from D'Arcy?"

"No thank you." Bryan replied in a bored tone. "But would we really have to save him?"

"Bryan, stop being a bastard for once."

Bryan snorted. "Why're you standing up for Mr I'm-So-High-And-Mighty-And-Obssessed-With-Hiwatari?"

"Okay, the four words I understood in those six or so sentences were 'D'Arcy', 'McGregor', 'Bryan' and 'Hiwatari'." Enrique muttered. "Mind talking in English, so we can understand?"

Tala pretended to think about it. "Niet." He said finally with a smirk.

Robert rolled his eyes at the confused look on Enrique's face. "He means, 'no'."

"God, you haven't changed much since we last saw you." Johnny scoffed. "I think I preferred you in that coma."

"Hm… so do I, actually… wouldn't have to stare at your ugly mug."

"Why you-!"

"Johnny! Down boy!"

Bryan turned to Tala. "I like her. The redhead girl."

Tala couldn't help but smirk. "Anyone who can control McGregor you like… apart from Kai."

"Nah… Kai can't control McGregor."

"Will you stop talking about me?" Johnny snapped at them. "I'm not deaf, you know."

"We never thought you were deaf… we only assumed you were dumb…"

"Hey," Friday interrupted the Knight before he could retort, "at least he's speaking English."

"Enough Tomfoolery." Robert sighed. "Shall we go so we can discuss our next move?"

"You took the words right out of my mouth, Griffon." Tala drawled, standing. "Come on."

They all stood, chairs scraping against the tiled floor. Tala, Bryan and Robert took the lead, the others following them, with Enrique supporting Oliver – with Friday next to them – at the back.

"Something wrong with…" Tala managed to stop the name escaping. "Winter?"

"He's weak." Robert explained. "We have yet to find out why, but my theory is it's the drug D'Arcy gave him. It might be tiring for him to maintain being himself."

Tala nodded. "It is – trust me, I know."

"And I do trust you and I know why you know. Why else would I contact you?"

"Because you miss me and you can't resist my natural charm."

Bryan rolled his eyes. "I don't know how you manage to fit your ego in here, Wolfie."

"Bastard."

"I know."

"You two haven't changed a bit." Robert chuckled. "How is Spencer?"

"The same."

"And Ian?"

"As annoying as ever."

"What of Bryony?"

"As cute as when you last saw her." Tala replied. "So, not at all like Bryan."

The silver haired lad shot him a glare.

"What?" Tala returned the glare with a mischievous smirk, blue eyes glinting. "You want to be cute?"

"I'll leave that to Bryony…" The Falcon muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Thought so…" Tala looked at Robert. "So his cousins, eh? How'd you find them?"

"Well…" Robert shook his head sadly. "Johnny bumped into Winter himself - in a very literal manner - and then Chelsea and Friday found us this morning. Friday brought us back to their hotel suite and we met Mr Thomas - their father. Winter disappeared, went to Enrique and then Mr Thomas saw D'Arcy."

"And you say he looked pleased about something?"

Robert nodded. "Which is most likely bad for us."

"Indeed."

"You do realise," Bryan cut in, still comfortably in Russian, "that we don't have enough seats for the rat pack, don't you, Tala?"

"Then someone rides with you."

Bryan snorted.

"Choose someone you wouldn't scare or be tempted to chuck off the bike, please?" Tala replied. "I do not want to have to spend all night in the Police Station explaining that it wasn't your fault - it was actually the person who you killed being annoying."

"So tempting…"

"So who's it going to be, Bry?" Tala asked when they stopped beside the sliding doors that separated them from the cold of Moscow.

Bryan paused. "Whoever." He replied with a shrug.

Tala nodded and turned to the rest of them. "Unfortunately, we don't have enough seats for all of you."

"That's smart…" Chelsea muttered.

Tala bit the inside of his lip to stop himself from retorting icily. He turned to Bryan. "You may like her, but she bugs the hell out of me."

Bryan's only reply was a feral grin.

"Yes, it is, isn't it?" Tala drawled to the female twin. "That's why I'm making you ride with Bryan on his bike."

"No she's not." Johnny snapped. "I'm not letting her within five feet of him."

"Well, that will be a bit hard to do… generally, for one to ride a motorbike with another, one has to be a maximum of an inch apart…"

"And stop being jealous, Johnny-boy!" Chelsea added. "Just cos you want to cuddle up to Bryan, doesn't mean you have to make me lose my chance!"

Johnny spluttered, turning red. "Why you little-!"