Hope you are all still with me. Things took a turn and we have a Unconscious Mercy, a unlikely team up, and other shenanigans afoot and we haven't even served the appetizers yet. This chapter will be a little light filler until I get the next two chapters sorted to help connect the dots.

Hope you all enjoy. I own nothing but the poetry.

"Karofsky, what the hell happened man?! I thought we were picking up a package not a person. This changes things. Lt Low is going to be pissed.." Sebastian was having a mini freak out.

Imagine his surprise when he was told there was a slight change in plans from the plant, David Karofsky, only to find the package was now accompanied by a person. Not just any person, Mercy flippin Jones. This was definitely NOT a part of the plan.

"I think Matt may have left the package back here with or on her. There was a scuffle, some screams, then I think he tranqed her. It seemed like she was on something Seb, Lt Low is not going to like this." David was pacing and whispering in a panicked voice.

"Calm down Karofsky, we can figure this out, get it handled, and Lt Low won't have to know about this. We just have to find what we came to get and make sure Mercy winds up in a safe place out of harm's way." Sebastian stated handing David a pair of gloves.

"SHIT (frustrated sigh), I can't believe Matt did this to her. He really IS an Asshole." Sebastian muttered as he began putting on his pair looking sorrowfully at an unconscious Mercy.

{ In Mercy's Mind}

Sounds of crashing waves could be heard in the distance, still darkness swallows me whole. Seagulls call out to me, begging me to wake from my ever present state of unconsciousness. Still I lay waiting on the truth of reality to bring me into the light of day. Warmth upon my skin is not of clothing, the heat caresses my soul. The salty sprinkle of the waves crash into my insecurities. Then, I feel it. A familiar sensation that pulls me out of my haze. I awaken to the endearing gaze of green. Those lips that lull me into a serene ecstasy with the mere curve of a smile. My heart races, joy, peace and comfort cover me. I am safe.

"Yeah, great! Sure Phil that will make a great pilot, tell you what. Get Artie the manuscripts and we can talk about getting a storyboard together for that." Sam shook yet another so called screen play writer's hand as he made his way thru the growing cllection of guest.

"This is starting to get a bit boring, what do you say we take a break and go catch up with Q and Mike." He leaned in and whispered in Tina's ear placing his hand on the small of her back for onlookers to think he was merely whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

"Oh my GOD yes, let's go." Tina beamed thru a plastered on smile as she led him off in the direction she had seen Quin leading Mike before they were cornered by another Hedge Fund baby with a "knack" for writing scripts.

"whoa, watch out!" (thud, Splash, CRASH)

"AHHHHHH!" Tina screamed with her arms out to the side, dripping wet with champagne.

Sam just stood there in utter shock with the bottom of his pants and shoes now wet from the collision.

"What. the. actual. Fuu..(DEEP CALMING BREATH) what the hell just happened." Tina was fuming but making a valiant attempt at keeping her cool.

"I..I.. don't know, we turned to go out to the patio and that server came out of nowhere, Tina I am sooooo sooo sorry, oh my GOD." Quin was apologizing profusely as she attempted to wipe Tina off with the handkerchief from Mike's dinner jacket.

"Tina are you alright? Are you hurt?!" Mike reached to her looking for injuries, concern written all over his face.

"I'm, stop it, I am not hurt, thank you." Tina grabbed the handkerchief from Quin and moved slightly away from the mess as the servers begin to clean it up.

"I am so so sorry, this is so embarrassing. Here, Tina come with me, and we will get you cleaned up. I am so so sorry." Quin reached out and took Tina's hand to lead her away from the scene that was drawing more and more attention.

"I don't know what happened, one minute Quin said let's go find you two, and the next we turned and walked right into that servers tray. It was like they came out of nowhere." Mike said as he brushed off some sprinkles that had gotten on his suit.

"Yeah... little too strange." Sam said, looking around suspiciously, only to find a frustrated looking Brittany and a smug Noah posted near by.

"Excuse me Mike, I will be back, I need to get cleaned up, if you need anything let me know you are more than welcome to one of my clean jackets." Sam mentioned as he excused himself headed strait towards a now guilty looking duo.

"Oh crap, here comes Sam." Brittany jabbed Noah in the ribs just in time for him to look up and see Sam approaching them with a determined stride and a scolding brow.

"Let me guess, you two had something to do with that 7 glass pile up." He questioned with a knowing tone.

"Look Sam, I had nothing to do with THAT, I told Britts it was a bad idea and it wouldn't work." Noah snitched pointing his finger at Brittany.

"Gee ,Thanks Noy, way to rat me out. Like he said doesn't matter, didn't work anyway. Now I have to try something else." Brittany replied looking up towards the stairs that Quin and Tina ascended.

"Whoa whoa whoa.. Try something else? What the hell is going on?!" Sam was beginning to get a little frustrated with his sister and wanted answers, now.

"So... I MAY have, sorta kinda bet Brittany that Tina could keep a level head tonight and not loose her cool.."

"..and I accepted the challenge! $200 on the table that she will loose her temper before the evening is done." Brittany finished, cutting Noah off.

"You two have GOT to be kidding me, So that was no accident. Brittany, I am really disappointed in you, and Noy you KNOW better!?" Sam upbraided them for their Shenanigans.

"Look Dude, I am sorry but Britts told me that Q and Mike are in on it too, Artie, half of the staff, a couple of the valets, even Mrs.E. The Pot is up to $3K." Noah informed him

" I don't care, Wait, what, MOM? You have got to be kidding me. 3K? Wow, so what are the odds? I mean.. DAMNIT! Come on guys this is not ok, someone could have gotten hurt." Sam tried to get them to see reason.

"(Sigh) Screw it, we all know she is going to loose it sooner rather than later, keep down the dangerous stunts." He said passing Noah 200 bucks and quickly walking away to go get cleaned up.

"Might as well make some money off of this craptacular evening." Sam Muttered as he headed to the stairs to go get cleaned up before the dinner started.