A/N - Sorry for the delay with this chapter. And thank you to everyone who has followed, faved, reviewed, or has just been reading. I love you all!

Cassandra greeted Ezekiel when she entered the annex that morning and sat down at their workspace. She noticed the near full coffee cup sitting at Jake's spot, but saw no sign of her husband.

"Have you seen Jacob?" she asked the thief next to her.

"Jacob… Jacob…" Ezekiel pretended to be thinking. "Brown hair? Kinda short?"

"He's taller than you," Cassandra rolled her eyes. "Have you seen him or not?"

"Flynn dragged him away, said something about a painting."

"Oh okay then," Cassandra seemed a little dejected as she dug out her notebook and began scribbling away.

Ezekiel hesitated. He really didn't want to get involved, but Cassandra was his friend. "Everything okay with you two?"

"What? Yeah, no, everything's fine," Cassandra looked a little shocked at the question when she looked up at Jones. "I'm just having an off day, I may have been a bit short with him on the ride over here."

"Yeah, he may have mentioned that you were a bit moody today," Ezekiel said casually as he tipped his chair back and played with his pen.

"Oh, he did, did he?" Cassandra closed her notebook and narrowed her eyes at the thief. "And what else did he say?"

"Nothing, nothing," he straightened up his chair and put his pen down. "Say, are you hungry? I'm hungry. How 'bout we order a pizza?"

"Jones, it's ten in the morning."

"Is it?" Ezekiel asked with a bit of shock. "No wonder I'm so hungry! Extra cheese and double pep good for you?"

"Is the pizza place even open this early?" Cassandra asked skeptically.

"Don't even worry about that," Jones smiled wide. "You want pizza or don't you?"

"Well," Cassandra hesitated for a second. "I didn't eat much this morning and actually, pizza sounds great right about now."

"Awesome!" Ezekiel pulled out his phone. Cassandra watched as he hit a single button and was soon placing the order. She rolled her eyes but didn't point out how weird it was that he had the pizza place on speed dial. "It'll be here within thirty minutes," he said after he hung up.

The pizza was indeed there within the thirty minutes. After the incident with Dulaque a few years back Ezekiel had made sure that every pizza delivery person that delivered to the annex knew that they were only allowed to leave the pizza with him and him alone. For the most part this arrangement didn't really upset anyone as it meant that any time they ordered pizza, it was Jones who had to get up and answer the door. However, there had been one night when Jenkins was working late by himself and had tried to order a pizza, only to have the delivery boy refuse to leave the pie with him. That had been ages ago and Jenkins still hadn't forgiven Jones for that.

"Okay, now spill it," Cassandra encouraged after she had finished her last slice and was dabbing her mouth with a napkin. "How did you convince the pizza place to deliver here before they even opened?"

"Cassandra, you've known me long enough to know the answer to that," Ezekiel paused for a moment, but the redhead just gave him a look that meant she really didn't know. "I'm awesome!"

Cassandra rolled her eyes as she got up to throw her trash away. She grabbed Jones' garbage on her way by, knowing full well that if she didn't throw it away for him, it would sit there for who knows how long. While she was up she sneaked a glance at her phone, checking both the time, and for any messages she had missed.

"I don't suppose Flynn mentioned how long they would be?" Cassandra asked, a hint of nervousness creeping into her voice.

"Nope," Jones shook his head. "Just that he needed Stone to help him recover a painting. Seemed kinda urgent. Jake wanted to stay long enough to let you know he was leaving, but Flynn dragged him away pretty quickly."

Cassandra sighed as she sat back down, hoping that Jones couldn't see that she was starting to get worried. It was odd that Jake hadn't at least sent her a text letting her know he was okay. The thief, however, saw right through Cassandra and knew instantly what she was thinking.

"I'm sure they're fine. They haven't been gone that long," he tried to be reassuring, though it didn't look like it was helping. "I know, why don't we play a game to take your mind off things? I know Jenkins keeps some old board games in his office. I found them once when I was snoo...cleaning."

That seemed to make Cassandra smile just a little bit. "I don't know what's harder to believe, that you expect me to believe you were cleaning, or that Jenkins has a secret stash of board games."

Jenkins was no where to be seen that day, so the two of them quietly made their way into his office and Jones went straight over to the corner where he had found the games. He rifled through the boxes, offering a few up to Cassandra if he deemed them interesting enough to play.

"How about Monopoly?" he asked, holding the box up.

"Do you really want to play Monopoly with someone who's been dubbed 'Math Girl?'"Cassandra asked him skeptically.

"Good point," Jones put the game back. "Scrabble it is, then."

Cassandra didn't say anything, but raised an eyebrow at the young thief.

"What? You don't think I can beat you, do you?" he asked, pretending to be more hurt than he was. "I'm more than just a common thief, you know. How about we make this interesting?"

"I'm listening," Cassandra encouraged him to continue.

"If I win, you have to name your baby after me."

"What if we have a girl?"

"I always thought Ezekia had a nice ring to it," Jones retorted as he walked away with the game in tow.

"And what if I win?" Cassandra called as she hurried to catch up with her friend.

"I'll babysit for you one night a week for a month," Jones replied casually as he reached their workspace and started to set up the game.

"Jacob will never go for that," Cassandra shook her head.

"Yeah, he may have mentioned that," Jones held the bag out to Cassandra so that she could get her letters. "But the way I see it, if you trust me to babysit, then it won't be long before he caves and sees it your way."

"I don't know…" Cassandra set her tiles down on her ledge and waited for Jones to pick out his letters.

"Afraid I'll win?"

"Okay, fine," Cassandra extended her hand to the thief, who shook it. "Make it two months and you're on."