His weight pressed her into the heavy oak desk, causing her to grip her hands tightly into his hair. Their tongues began to battle for dominance as their legs became intertwined and shoved even more of his desk accessories to the floor. There was some vague care on Elizabeth's part that they would end up breaking picture frames and cover the floor with shattered glass, effectively trapping them the both of them on top of the desk. But as her black ballet flats fell from her feet to the floor, she realized she didn't care enough to stop anytime soon. She groaned when he moved away from her mouth, starting to concentrate on a particularly sensitive spot behind her earlobe. Her hands moved down Lucy's back, determined to fulfill their own mission. When they reached the edge of his shirt, they pulled it from the band of his black jeans with hurried movements.

Lucky paused just long enough to realize she was opening the buttons. "Someone's eager," he whispered teasingly in her ear.

She grinned at him and lightly brushed over the bulge in his jeans, causing him to hiss and jump. "Looks like that would be you." She whispered right back, nipping his ear in the process.

"Evil woman," he muttered darkly, moving his lips to the base of her throat. "You're going to pay for that."

"Promise?" It had been over a week since she has seen him and they had spent God knows how long on this desk just barely kissing and touching each other before she had been very nearly driven mad. She had realized during that long week just how much she missed kissing him and she wasn't about to be interrupted this time. The mind was a wonderful thing but it could only work so well, she reasoned.

Her fingers continued their mission to strip him of his shirt until he moved just out of her reach. She groaned her frustration and swore she could hear the grin on his face when he laughed at her.

"Patience Cinderella."

His fingers played with the edge of her top, drawing it up just enough to expose her navel to him. Elizabeth felt a shiver rush through her as she felt Lucky blow around her belly button before gently kissing it. She gripped his head as he continued to kiss up her stomach, gently raising her shirt with each passing second, and stopping just below the undersides of her breasts.

She was confused when he stopped and suddenly began kissing back down her stomach, tracing the same path he had just wandered up. Their eyes met for a split second as he looked up from her flat stomach. Lucky winked at the bewilderment he saw mirrored in her eyes.

"I told you, you would pay." He chuckled as his fingers moved towards the snap of her jean shorts.

"That was such a wonderful movie!" Audrey exclaimed clapping her hands.

Elizabeth blinked her eyes rapidly and shook her head, realizing that she was not back on top of Lucky's desk, but in fact in a movie theater with her grandmother. They had gone to see a movie Elizabeth had wanted to see before school started back up again, but for the life of her she didn't remember one single frame of the movie. Six dollars wasted because she had once again been distracted by thoughts of Lucky. Not that it was a bad thing necessarily.

"Um, yeah. Really good." She prayed her grandmother would not ask her what her favorite scene was. She didn't remember a darn thing past the lights dimming. First a preview of a new John Cusack movie reminded her of their first date, which lead to thoughts of how that ended, which lead to thoughts of the second, and then their state of the relationship discussion they had a few days ago.

As they rose to leave, Audrey paused and looked her granddaughter in the eye. "So what was your favorite part?"

"You know, the movie was so good I don't think I could pick out just one part." she stammered out quickly.

"So the part about the space alien was believable then?"

The part about the...Elizabeth shook her head in confusion. She may not have been paying that close of attention but the idea of space aliens being in a movie with Jane Austen surely would have registered in her brain. "There was no space alien." She protested.

"How would you know? You were distracted the entire movie my dear." Audrey pointed out as she paused to throw away her soda cup.

"I was not."

Audrey stopped and adjusted her purse on her shoulder. "Darling, I have known you your entire life and I have never known you to be quiet during a scene you found romantic. You didn't sigh. You didn't lean over in your seat and whisper to me about how wonderful that was. That entire movie and you didn't move once."

Elizabeth squirmed and looked at her feet. "Well school is coming up and I was just concerned about all my new students and what's going to work best with them."

Audrey laughed. "School? Are you sure it was school and not say Lucky Spencer that had you so distracted?"

"Lucky? Why would I be distracted by Lucky?" She scoffed.

"Since you've been calmer since the day I sent him over to your classroom. I take it the two of you worked things out?"

They certainly had worked something out. Would have worked more things out if his secretary hadn't chosen the exact moment she did to call him incessantly with "important calls that just can't wait." As they had reluctantly separated, Lucky had mumbled something under his breath about understanding just what she had against coming to his office now.

"Yeah we talked."

"Good. I'm glad." Audrey was no fool. She knew the blush that currently stained her granddaughter's cheeks meant something more than just talking had occurred. But it had also not escaped her notice that Elizabeth was happier since that day. Calmer, too since she wasn't running all over town to avoid the young man. For that, Audrey decided, she would happy about.

Robin telepathically blamed Patrick for her not having time to go home and change while he stayed back and made her come over here alone. Of course, he would be by later, but he wasn't here now and she couldn't ignore the "oh, she's still alone" looks her family was giving her as they accepted her into the house. It was a small gathering, because the Devane-Scorpio-Jones' family was spread across the globe all the time. Quite literally considering Frisco, Anna, and Robert's chosen professions. The guest list consisted of her uncle Mac, Alexis, Georgie, and her. Small. Intimate. She had expected more people. She hadn't realized. There wasn't time to call Patrick and warn him. A naughty part of her was happy she had forgotten her phone at his apartment and taken his by mistake.

"How are you sweetheart?" Mac greeted her, pulling her into a bear hug she would never be too old to share with him. He was dressed in a dark blue pinstriped suit and a wrinkled pair of dark khakis. He must have just gotten home from work; otherwise Alexis would have "helped" him into something a little less casual.

"Mac, you're squishing her!" Robin noticed Alexis run up and disentangle the uncle and niece. While their relationship had been a surprise, Robin couldn't think of a single person better suited for Mac. They both had incredibly volatile tempers and were stubborn to the very core, but they had been thrown together on too many assignments to avoid spending an awful lot of time together in the beginning. Though the little girl in Robin wished that her Uncle Mac and Felicia had been able to work through her aunt's infidelity years ago, the adult in her said that she wanted him to be happy and Alexis took care of him in that department.

"I'm doing really good." Robin answered, smiling at the silent acknowledgement Mac made toward Alexis. "Happy birthday old man."

"Old? You hear her?!" Mac asked in a mocking tone.

Alexis chimed in, "So what if you can get into the movies for free, Gramps? I still love you."

He glared at her, his lips curving into a genuine smile. "Where's my present?" He wanted to know, looking behind Robin to see if maybe she had it hidden.

Robin gulped and continued, "It's a surprise." How could she have forgotten his present? It was still at her apartment, wrapped up. She had made sure to buy it six months in advance. And for what?

"Let her in for God's sake. It's a boiler out here." Alexis ushered Robin into the house, leading her to the punch bowl.

"Robin!" Georgie called, running down the stairs. No matter how old Georgie got, Robin would always see her as a little kid. "Thank God!"

"What do you mean by that Georgie Jones?" Mac challenged in a pout.

"It's so good to see you, Georgie. How have you been?" Robin asked, ignoring her uncle's outburst.

"Really good. I'm gearing up to go to Paris this fall." Georgie half-whispered.

"Would you please explain to your cousin that Paris is a dangerous city and she really shouldn't leave her old man here alone?" Mac persisted.

"What do you mean, alone?" Alexis inquired, folding her arms.

"Well, I will be alone. You refuse to move in here." Mac shot back.

"I-I..." Alexis looked from one Scorpio to the next. "I'll be in the kitchen."

"Now you've done it!" Georgie snapped at her father, moving past her cousin and joining Alexis.

"So, how's the birthday so far?" Robin wondered awkwardly.

"I can't complain. Come sit down. I'm much more interested in what you've been up to." Mac led her to the couch and they each sat down.

"Well, you know the bakery is finally starting to pull its own weight..." Robin rambled.

"I'm so relieved. I know how much you love that little shop." Mac grinned proudly. She could never be wrong in her uncle's eyes. She had thought that since the day she met him.

"And I guess you already know that Morgan started talking again." Robin wished it hadn't been her accident that steered her son to open his mouth without fear, but she had ached for the sound of his sweet voice too much to complain.

"When you were brought into the hospital, he snuck behind the nurse's desk and called me at the station." Mac told her.

"He did?" Robin felt tears build up behind her eyes. The mother in her wanted to be mad at him for sneaking off, but in her heart she knew it had been selfless. "I never really understood what it was to love a child until Morgan came to live with me." She admitted in a soft voice.

"You're great with him." Mac let the compliment hang between them before he was compelled to pull her into another hug. "God, I just don't get over to see either of you as much as I should." He whispered against her hair.

"You're busy. I know that. We both are. It just makes our visits that much more special." Robin assured him, slightly drawing back.

"You forgot my present didn't you?" The look he gave her said that he already knew she had. Tearing up again, Robin nodded. "That's okay. You're more of a gift than anything you could have bought me."

"A Special Edition Die Hard DVD collection?" Robin inquired.

"Special Edition?" Mac looked pained. "Yeah, I love you more than that."

"Please." Robin shook her head. "You can admit to loving Bruce Willis. I know I do."

"You said you had a surprise for me though." Mac recalled, not missing his niece's immediate reaction to avert his eyes. "Robin, what is it?"

"I know you've been having trouble with your blood pressure lately. Just let it be a surprise." Robin begged him.

"It's the heat, and that's more than enough reason to prepare me for it." Mac wasn't above using his illness if it meant that she'd be straight with him. Really, he was perfectly healthy. It was the new fad to be medicated. Back in his day…God he felt old.

"Just promise me that you're not going to overreact. I mean, it's silly." Robin insisted lamely.

"Robin Cecilia Scorpio." Mac gritted through his teeth. Robin hadn't realized Alexis had already opened the door.

"Is the full name really necessary?" Robin whined.

"Yeah, I think it is." Mac answered breathlessly.

"Uncle Mac? What's the--"

"Happy Birthday Sir." Patrick addressed the old commissioner. Any other time, Robin might have laughed at how nervous his voice was.

"Look who's here!" Alexis announced with fake sincerity.

Robin dropped her head in her hands. Could he not have waited a few more minutes? She glanced up in time to see her uncle turn an unhealthy shade of red. "Uncle Mac, calm down."

"Oh, I'm calm." Mac lied, getting to his feet quickly.

"Isn't it nice of Patrick to stop by and…look he brought you a present!" Georgie declared, taking the small wrapped box from him.

"Courtney called and said Robin forgot it at home." Patrick admitted, unable to do anything else when Mac was staring at him the way he was: eyes dark, mouth set in a tight line, hands fisted.

"Thank you, Patrick." Robin moved toward him more out of necessity than anything else.

"Drake, you didn't get an invitation so I have to wonder what the fuck you're doing in my home." Mac didn't think he had to yell to get his point across. He noticed the way Robin gripped the punk's right arm and he felt his blood pressure spike to unbelievable levels.

"Malcolm Scorpio, watch your mouth." Alexis' warning was enough to make Mac bite his anger back. She was damn scary when she used that tone and he didn't want to compromise the gift she had waiting for him.

"I invited him." Robin didn't care that it was a lie. No one would have believed that Patrick had volunteered to accompany her.

"I need to sit down." Mac pressed his right hand to his forehead dramatically.

"Here Dad." Georgie pushed a glass of water into his left palm. "Drink up or I'm going to call Dr. Pinkerton."

"What happened to this being my birthday? Why don't I get to decide who can come to my party and who can't?" Mac griped.

"You're acting like a child." Alexis retorted with a huff.

"I don't want him here." Mac explained, throwing his hand out with enough force to knock some of the water out of his glass.

"If he leaves, so do I." Robin threatened darkly. Four sets of eyes jumped to hers, all of them shocked.

"Robin, he wasn't invited and he is not welcome here. I want him out of this house right now." Mac couldn't understand why his logic only made sense to him. Even Alexis was arguing the point and that made him angry. Nobody ever sided with him.

"I really hope you don't mean that." Robin told him, hands on hips. "You're sure not acting like the man I grew up admiring." Mac narrowed his eyes at the low blow. She continued, "The man who raised me not to discriminate against anyone, to treat everyone fairly and equally."

"I knew those life lessons were going to come back to bite me in the ass." Mac grumbled, not even caring that Alexis and Robin mimicked each other in posture.

"Can he stay?" Robin asked, stomping her left foot impatiently.

"Just stay out of my way, Drake." Mac stalked off to the punch bowl.

"Phew. That was close." Robin whispered to Patrick.

"I tried to talk, but…nothing." Patrick told her.

"Don't worry about it." Robin smiled at his pale face and kissed his right cheek.

Georgie moved toward him and turned her head in his direction, still not able to see his eyes. "You better toughen up if you're going to make it in this family." She advised quietly.

"He's tough as nails. Right Patrick?" Robin asked, glancing over at where he had been standing. "Patrick?"

"He's at the punch bowl. Oh, here we go." Alexis clarified, covering her eyes with one hand.