Title: Lover's Quarrel
Rating:( T )
Pairing: Foyet/Elle
Summary: Days weren't always fairytale-like, and today was no exception. But what makes today even worse is when their friends decide they want to act like five year olds and observe.

"You egotistical prick!" Elle Greenaway shouted at her new boyfriend.

"Oh, so I'm the bad guy?" He waved his hands in his own defense.

In the living room, four of their friends had broken in on the whim of one and were peeking their heads over the large couch like small children trying to watch Santa deliver their presents to the tree.

In truth, they were one man down since he had gone to use the bathroom casually walking past the fuming couple. He returned to his friends as coolly as he had left. "What'd I miss?"

"Sshhh!" Spencer Reid glared at Derek Morgan while Jacob Anderson pulled him down as to avoid detection. Ashley Seaver rolled her eyes while quietly watching the couple battle it out in the kitchen. The blonde's eyes went wide when suddenly the guy in the kitchen started walking toward them.

"Oh and where are you going?" Elle glared, following him out into the living room. "Answer me, George!"

He gave an incredulous look at the people crowded together, using their couch as a fortress. "When were you planning on telling us you were here?"

"Say what?" Seaver looked worriedly to her partners in crime. But while Derek and Reid shared her horrified faces, Anderson had a small grin, hidden to Foyet and Elle from his angle of sitting.

"Hey, before you kick us out, can I grab a bottle of water? I'm parched." Anderson looked up at Foyet with puppy eyes that only were beat by Reid, were he not so stumped on what to do now they had been caught.

"Sure, but can you hurry? We have a lot to talk about alone." Foyet growled, and Anderson returned that with a slight nod.

I know. He thought while going to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water as promised, but since no one was looking at him, he stuck his ace in the hole in between the popcorn box and Frosted Flakes box before reuniting with his friends.

Elle held open the door for her friends to leave. She loved them all, but now was not the time to see them. "And I would wonder why and how you broke into my place were I not so fucking mad at other things! You might want to go before you become a part of those things."

"Trust me, you do not want to become part of that." Foyet teased as they walked out of the door.

Outside, as they piled into Anderson's car he sighed contently while everyone else was either sulking, pouting, or staring silenty. "Cheer up guys." He said merrily while stopping the car just around the corner from the apartment, and out of Elle and Foyet's view.

"Why?" Derek asked sourly.

"Because we have entertainment." Anderson pulled out a laptop from under the passenger seat where Reid sat, punching in a few codes Penelope had taught him and voila, they were spying on Foyet and Elle again. He set the laptop on the center compartment. He and Reid leaned in to see it while in the back Ashley and Morgan knelt on the ground.

"Err... that doesn't look like their arguing." Seaver pointed out.

"Oh my eyes! They burn!" Morgan exclaimed, holding his face and getting into the fetal position.

"Um, I hadn't planned on seeing that." Reid said, surprised, trying to blink the pictures of Elle pinning Foyet against a wall and very ferociously kissing him.

"Don't worry. You all can look now." Anderson assured them, three heads slowly turning back toward the screen. They were confused now; the screen was frozen at one point but they all got the picture. "Captured this, and off to Garcia it goes." They all chuckled lightly, knowing what this could mean for them.

Ashley whipped out her cell phone dialing whosever number came first in her contacts. It ended up being Foyet and she found it difficult to surppress her giggles while waiting for him to pick up.

"Yeah?" He answered, annoyed that he had been interrupted from a rather passionate embrace with his girlfriend.

"Oh the memories." She grinned wickedly, hanging up, and leaving the man to decide for himself what that meant.

A/N: I will admit, I'm not the best at humor, but I wanted to test the waters and get away from the serious for a while. I find it quite stressful, and the stupid, getting away from all that logic and realism is what I needed. R&R, it's nice to know people are out there reading.