A/N: this chapter is not necessary to the story overall, however it was written for ADeclanFan because of the previous chapter which gave her a heart attack! ~Arones

Will knocked on the door to Declan's study without putting much thought into the matter. He had been requested, or ordered depending on semantics, to the office to speak with Declan on the matter of Magnus and her issues. He would arrive, he would claim confidentiality, since she was technically a patient, and he would leave. Simple as that.

He heard the "come" issued from the other man and strolled inside. "Will," Declan issued apprehensively, he wasn't sure he wanted to know exactly what the woman was going through. Sure, she had seen a lot in her many years, but James had never indicated such a violent reaction to something. He wasn't even sure what had happened.

"Declan." Will replied not necessarily wanting to start this conversation.

"Is she..?"

"She's fine for now, but she wants to go home. We'll be leaving soon. Are you alright? Having your boss take a shot at you isn't exactly a healthy working environment."

"No its not, but it wouldn't be the first time and in this job anything can happen. I'm good though, thanks."

Will nodded, "There's little I can tell you concerning Magnus' condition, but she is starting to work through it all and I think today was very important for that."

"Well, glad to be of service then. Just an ol' pack mule you can run aroun' doin' whateva." Declan grimaced at the end of the statement even though it was said with sarcasm and a jovial heart. The situation itself was probably still weighing heavily on him. There was a long silence before he spoke again. "If you or she needs anythin'—"

"I know, and I'm sure she does too." Will shoved his hands into his pockets and rocked back and forth on his heels. "And the network?"

"What about th' network?"

With the tone that Declan used Will knew exactly what the man meant by the question. "That's what I thought, just being careful."

"You be careful, she's got wicked aim."

Will chuckled, "Yeah, I know. The sub remember?"

"Aight, I forgot about that one."

"Yeah." There were a few more awkward seconds before Will lifted a hand and pointed his thumb to the door, "I'm gonna go pack and make arrangements."

"That you do, Will. Till next time then."

Will nodded and left the room as Declan turned back to his desk. Leaning down he pulled out a file of requests. Shuffling through the papers he finally found the one he wanted. It was a form that he rarely used and one he knew Magnus never did, at least in all the time he had worked there.

Running over the form, he filled the paper out in his best penmanship possible, knowing it looked a little girly, but that was fine by him. It was supposed to look that way. Finally he reached the last line that required a signature. Damn, that one would be difficult. Running through some more paperwork he found exactly what he wanted. He settled a blank sheet of white paper over the signature and copied it precisely in as dark of ink as he could.

Taking the form he had just filled out, he placed that blank signature over the one he had just copied. Perfect, he could see right through to the other piece. Once again he copied the name. Holding the form up, Declan admired his handiwork before signing the approval part himself. He had only done this once before with James and it had been appreciated by the man. Of course that was months after the fact, but he was sure that his plan would go over better this time.

Standing, Declan made his way to the other side of the room where he opened a cabinet that held all the electronics that Watson had mildly detested and had been required to use on occasion. Smiling to himself Declan placed the sheet in the fax machine to send it on over to the network office in Old City. Maybe he hadn't planned this through fully. Hopefully the butler or the protégé would pick it up before she saw it, file it and force her to abide by it since it was already approved. That was what had happened with James, only Magnus had been the one to enforce it and no one says no to Magnus.

He hit the start button and watched the paper feed through the machine. It dialed and it was sent. Magnus would have two weeks leave beginning tomorrow morning.