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Artemis awoke to Finn sitting on his lap playing with the half empty scotch bottle. His eye went wide when the boy began to attempt to pour some into the empty shot glass on the desk.

Artemis sat up straight and grabbed the bottle out of Finn's hand before he could pour it all over the desk.

"Finn, you can't play with this. Remember what I said about not pouring things by yourself yet?"

Finn blinked, then nodded solemnly. "Yes daddy, I remember." He hopped off of Artemis's lap. "But I'm thirsty."

Artemis stood up, the bottle of scotch still in hand. "You can't drink this though." He began out the door and down to the kitchen where he could cork the bottle.

Finn tagged along behind him. "Why not?"

"Because this is only for Daddy. You will not try and drink any of this, you understand," Artemis asked, looking over his shoulder at Finn.

Finn nodded sadly. "I understand."

Artemis sighed, hating to see his son even slightly downcast. "I'll get you some juice from the fridge, alright?"

Finn brightened. "Ok." He ran ahead of Artemis down the stairs.

Artemis ran his free hand through his hair, trying to smooth it out. If only he was that energetic, he might be able to handle this better.

When he arrived in the kitchen, Finn already had a glass and some apple juice out. He stood expectantly by the extensive marble counter.

Artemis placed the scotch on the counter, his mood improved by one simple thought as he poured his son some juice and handed him the glass. Butler and Juliet would be home soon. He corked the scotch and was about to get something to eat out of the fridge when Myles and Beckett entered.

The twins were still in their pajamas, laughing at some unknown joke. They paused when they saw Artemis in the kitchen.

"You sleep in your clothes Artemis?" asked Beckett, a slight smirk on his face.

Myles noticed the scotch and shook his head. "You know Mother will throw a fit if she finds out you've been drinking again."

Artemis remained calm on the outside, even though inside he was boiling. "What do you mean by 'again' Myles?" He asked. "I haven't drunk anything for four years."

"Yeah, ever since your girlfriend dumped you," snickered Beckett. "Then you just drowned yourself in scotch, didn't you?"

The twins didn't actually know anything about her, for which Artemis was grateful, but they could guess well enough what had happened, and it gave them just the arsenal they needed.

"Again, Beckett, that was four years ago. I've gotten over it," he lied smoothly.

Beckett frowned, but didn't say anything else. He was never really sure when Artemis was lying and when he was telling the truth.

Myles shrugged. "We just wanted some breakfast." He pushed past Artemis and looked in the fridge.

As Myles searched the fridge, Beckett noticed Finn. He smiled. "Hey Finn, my little buddy!"

Finn's face broke out in a smile and he ran over to hug Beckett's legs. "Uncle Beckett!"

Beckett frowned. "Drop the 'uncle' Finn. I don't like the sound of it, not quite yet. I'm not old enough to be an uncle." He shot a glare at Artemis.

Finn looked up at him with a serious expression. "But daddy said that I'm supposed to be respectful of my superiors," he stated gravely.

Beckett laughed. "What have you been teaching the kid Arty?"

Artemis winced.

Beckett disentangled Finn from his legs, then joined Myles as his twin pulled something from the fridge.

"Are you finished yet?" Artemis asked coldly.

"Nearly," muttered Myles, pulling some plates from the cupboard as Beckett poured each of them a glass of juice.

Myles collected his findings and left the kitchen.

"See ya Finn!" Beckett called before giving Artemis a sarcastic salute and following his twin.

Finn waved enthusiastically until Beckett was out of his sight. He then turned to Artemis.

"I'm hungry Daddy."

Artemis nodded. "I know." He straightened his shirt slightly self-consciously, then made Finn some breakfast with his still limited cooking knowledge.