They walked back into Caleb's apartment. The blonde went into the kitchen. Grant stopped in the living space. What was he doing? What was Caleb doing? What were they doing? He just froze. A minute passed, two minutes. There were rustling sounds from the other room.

"Ward?" Coulson asked.

The agent shook himself.

"Are you capable of continuing?" Coulson asked seriously.

Grant just answered by walking toward the kitchen. He almost ran right into the angelic blonde exiting with two plates. Caleb gave him a small smile and nodded toward the couch and opposing chair. Grant sat down on the larger seating option. The other took the chair after setting a plate before him.

"Toast." Grant examined the plate.

Caleb chuckled softly. It was the exact same little variety Grant had eaten here the first time.

"I didn't think you would want steak so early in the morning." Caleb said tilting his plate to show the neatly cut strips of rare-ish meat.

He nibbled a piece. Grant looked at the warm food. He picked one up and shoved the entire thing in his mouth. Caleb chucked but Grant was starving so he didn't particularly care. They ate like starving men.

"Now." Caleb leaned back a bit. "I'm going to assume you have a few …. questions?"

Grant crammed the last half slice of toast in his mouth and held up a finger as he chewed. He swallowed. "Statements. We'll do statements first."

Caleb nodded in assent.

"Ok. Number one. You are a werewolf."

Caleb bobbed his head.

Grant swallowed again. "Number two. All those other people are werewolves."

"Yes indeed."

Grant shook that off. "Number three. You don't eat people."

Caleb stuck out his tongue in an ick face.

"Ok. You don't have a brother do you?"

Caleb raised his eyebrows then burst out laughing. "That is not the question I was expecting. No. Where did that come from?"

"There was a werewolf with nearly the same colored eyes as you." Grant said sitting back, contentedly full.

"Same color…" Caleb though rubbing his hand. "White wolf?" Grant nodded. "That'll be Steven. We're pretty good friends. He helps us out sometimes at the fire station. Not registered though."

Grant nodded. "How many of you are there?"

"Thirty four and," Caleb looked right up at him. "You should have been the thirty fifth."

"What do you mean?" Grant asked guarded.

They looked at each other hard.

"No person that has gone in there with us has ever been left uninfected. All the rangers keep the area clear but if a hiker gets through ... I would like to know how you got in but later." Caleb blinked. "The point is something is different about you Grant."

"It wasn't me, it was you." The agent blurted. "Uh. Well." He wavered under the gaze. "You kept everyone away from me. The whole night."

Caleb ground his brow in confusion. "I don't remember much. None of us ever do. It's just during the full moon. Any other time we transform we are in control and can recall it all."

"You can call that up at any time?" Grant leaned forward.

Caleb held up a hand and fur surged up along the back and the nails pointed to black claws then all of it settled down.

"All these times." Caleb murmured. "Every time someone comes into the woods at their full moon they join our ranks. Why did you make it?" He stood up to think on his feet.

Grant left him to brood for a few moments then continued his thoughts. "What if someone were to abuse this, um, gift?" The male on the couch asked.

Caleb's eyes went straight black. "It does happen. Not often but it's been a few times. A wolf wants hurt someone or just kill for fun. Steve, the other Alpha, and I take care of them. The three of us hold judgment. If you are out for blood you are not worthy of sharing ours."

"Their quite noble." Coulson nodded his head to them.

"Is it … Hard?" Grant asked quite bluntly. He took off his glasses and set them on the table so Shield could see without him having to squint through the lenses so much.

Caleb shook his head and it turned into the full body shake Grant had leaned against before. "Saving lives is never hard. Taking them is. Doing both?" He shrugged a bit. "You choose your battles."

"Caleb." Grant looked toward the ground. He didn't want to say more. He didn't want to change this. It was different, so different and nice. "Listen. There's a bit of something I haven't told you yet."

The weight on the couch shifted as the blonde sat down heavily.

"I'm from an organization." Grant found himself unable to lift his eyes from the floor. They kind of stuck, like it was too heavy. "It's rather secretive but we want to help. You and your pack. They sent me to trail you." And that was it. They were no longer close. He was back to spy status.

"SHIELD?"

That jerked his gaze off the floor. Grant looked up at Caleb's furrowed brow as he thought.

"There are only two major ones and you don't seem the Rising Tide type."

"Well yeah." Grant smiled a tiny bit. He reached up to pull his plug. "Guys I'm gonna throw you on speaker here."

"Roger that." Fitz said as everyone moved to let Coulson speak. Grant flipped the switch.

"Good morning Mister Anderson." The senior agent said politely.

"Just Caleb please. And to you as well." The blonde responded in a similar tone.

"As Agent Ward kind of said we are a team of designated Shield Agents. We've taken an interest in your group. Do you have a way to contact all of your fellows?"

"I do."

Grant shivered at how cold Caleb sounded for such a caring person.

"Is there a way you could convince them all to come to Shield Headquarters for an evaluation. Forgive me but we are treating you like the leader."

"Of course." Caleb stated. "I would need a time and place though."

"That will be supplied. We can airlift you all in four helicopters; Grant will travel with you of course."

Said agent flinched.

"Of course." Caleb didn't look at him. "Very well." He finished coolly.

"We are all very eager to meet you all." Coulson finished earnestly.

Grant reached forward and shut the earpiece all the way off. It was dangerous, he knew, but… The blonde had pulled out his laptop. His large hands were petting the keys lightly like a cat while it woke up.

"Caleb?" Grant fidgeted. "I'm … so sorry. I know your probably not … exactly pleased with me right now."

"Not pleased?"

Grant ducked his head a bit. Caleb watched him then sighed. He hacked in his password and set the laptop on the table to load.

"Grant. Look at me." His eyes lifted. "I told you before. I read eyes. Yours held a secret but then so many do. It was as blatant as your lack of social skills." A hand touched Grant's knee. "Your secret wasn't the worst I've heard, trust me." He grinned then went serious. "This doesn't change anything. I read your eyes. It makes this no less real. It makes it no less me." He touched his chest. "No less you." He touched the clothed chest.

Grant swallowed hard. His heart pounded.

"It does make me a bit sad though." Caleb leaned the short distance bumping the dark haired forehead with his own. "I won't be able to see you as often will I?"

The question went unanswered as Grant sat there just trying to breathe. Then Caleb shifted. Something skimmed over Grant's mouth softly. A hand traveled up to the back of his neck but he didn't flinch, no threat at all. The agent leaned forward pressing his lips harder to Caleb's. The other smiled into the agent's mouth then leaned back leaving Grant feeling like he was a consistency of jelly. One hand stayed on Grant's leg while Caleb showed off his skills at typing with one hand.

"I uh…" Grant's face reheated. "…."

Caleb smiled softly blinking. "I love you too."

Grant leaned back against the couch, relaxing. It had been a long day-slash-night-slash-morning. He fell asleep to the sound of Caleb typing quickly, sending emails to the whole pack.