A/N Writing Greg in love/dating is kinda weird and feels OOC cause we don't really see him like that. So yeah.. just go with it or offer me some kind of tip. For people wondering if they will get undisturbed dates, yes but there will be more disturbed dates. Cause there ain't much I can write while they're eating.

Warning: Don't do drugs. Rated T for mention/use of.

To my favorite anonymous reviewer Alicat:

No thank you, for both of your reviews.

Let's just say Mrs. Scarlatti is not going to give up xD

They mess around on the show, so tried to put it in here as well. Don't you just love the scene where a guy called 'scott' calls for jules and Ed picks up. 'Scott, scotty. Oh just scott. ''no, we can't do that scott. How about bowling?'

Thanks for saying the date wasn't OOC xD

Yeah that guy was a jerk. It's a good thing Zoë didn't know what they were talking about and Greg can keep his cool, or they would be in jail for assault :P

And about Clark… Well, go read and find out.

Previously:

She had just replaced her dress with sweatpants and sweater when the doorbell rang. She was surprised to see Greg standing there.

"Everything okay?"

"Looks like you get your goodnight kiss twice. Clark's still missing, his phone is turned off."

…

They were in Greg's car, on their way to Ed's house. They walked inside after they parked the car.

"How's everything going here?" Greg asked.

"The cops won't do anything, cause he's not 8 anymore. They're saying he's with friends or something." It was Sophie.

"He didn't go to school?"

"No, he left here. But he never arrived there." They nodded. "So the phone was turned off?" He nodded. "Let's see if there's anything on his facebook or twitter or whatever the kids use these days."

"I'll do that, I need a computer." Sophie led Zoë to one of the computers.

…

"Greg?" Zoë shut down the computer and walked towards him.

"Zoë, what you got?" It was Ed.

"Ed, let me talk to Greg for a minute."

"No, it's about my kid. You tell him, you tell me." Zoë looked at Greg for help.

"Ed, go talk to Sophie." Ed didn't.

"I'm not going to tell anyone anything until you leave. So you are you willing to risk that?" Ed looked at her angry and walked away. She turned so her back was to Ed and Sophie. "He's into some stuff, Greg. I found a video, posted on youtube. A bunch of kids, one of them was Clark. They were shooting guns, blowing weed. There was a twitter post, from an hour ago. Saying he's stoned out of his mind.. I think he's out there, blowing weed and shooting stuff. If those kids are shooting when they're stoned.."

"It can turn ugly. We've got to tell Ed and Sophie." She nodded as they walked towards them.

…

"Spike, is the phone still off? I just got a twitter update a second ago. He's got to be posting from somewhere." Zoë was talking to Spike on the phone.

"I'll check give me a second. It's on. The phone is on, trying to get a trace now." Zoë walked up to Greg.

"Greg, get ready to drive. The phone is on." Greg nodded.

"I'll ride with Ed, you with Sophie. If we let one of them drive they'll wreck that car."

…

Spike was able to trace the phone. They were under a train over pass, just outside of town. They arrived to see a huge garbage can fire. There were 7 kids, all of them were stoned. There were four guns. They had called the cops when they left home, the cops were already there when they arrived. All of the kids were going to the station. Clark wasn't in possession of the drugs or the gun. So Ed was able to bring his kid home after he was processed.

Greg was in the car with Ed and Sophie while Zoë took Clark home.

"Clark, you okay in the backseat?"

"Yeah I'm good." The weed-high was long gone because of all the time on the station.

"You know you're in a lot of trouble with your parents right?"

"Yeah, I know. How'd you find me?"

"Twitter. They were really worried about you. Called me during dinner." Zoë joked. This kid was going to face enough grief when he got home.

"My dad's more worried about the people on his job then he is about me. Dinner, huh?"

"Yeah, first date. Your dad loves you. Just be glad he's still around."

"I would be better off without my dad." Zoë pulled the car to the curb and turned around to face him.

"You would not have been better off without your dad." She says in a very serious tone. "He loves both you and your mother, he does his job well and he takes care of you. I wish I had that when I was your age." That got Clarks attention. "Because I didn't, I lost both my parents when I was 13, got under the care of one of my uncles, he was a drunk. Kept forgetting I was around. I wish I had a dad like yours when I was your age. So don't you ever say that again." He nodded. Zoë started the car again and pulled onto the road. It was quiet for a couple of minutes, looks like she got through to him.

"Who was your date?" Zoë smiled.

"Greg."

"Parker?" She laughed.

"Yeah. That's the one."

"Isn't he like, old?"

"Not that much."

"How'd that go?"

"Good. Have you been smoking weed for long?" If he got to ask her question she got to ask him questions.

"Few months. It's no big deal."

"It is Clark. Really, it is."

Zoë pulled into the driveway.

"We're here. Come on." She got out of the car and waited for Clark to get out.

They went inside, Ed, Sophie and Greg were already waiting.

"I'm going to bed."

"No you're not, you're going to sit here. And talk to us."

"Greg." Zoë got his attention.

"Yes. I'll take you home."

"See you tomorrow, Ed."

"See you tomorrow, thanks for your help." Ed said before sitting down with his son.

…

"You want to come in?" Zoë asked Greg when they arrived at her door.

"It's getting pretty late. Got to work tomorrow."

"I know, you want to come in? You can stay over. I promise I will keep my hands to myself." He smiled at her.

"Think you can do that?" She nodded. "Okay. Though I wasn't planning this until the third or fourth date." She chuckled and let them in. They took of their coats.

"You got a choice to make."

"What's that?"

"You can sleep in the guestroom," She stepped closer and gripped the lapels of his jacket. "or you can sleep in my room."

"I thought you were going to keep your hands to yourself." She dropped her hands.

"I am. We've got to work tomorrow."

"The smart idea would be to sleep in the guest bedroom." He put his hands on her hips.

"That would be the smart idea. Are you going to be smart?"

"I think I am." She nodded and smiled.

"Okay, " She grabbed his hand and walked away, pulling him with her. "Let me show you your room." She walked up the stairs and opened the second door on the right. He walked in.

"Nice."

"I've got some sweatpants I bought way too big by accident. Want to borrow those?" He nodded.

"That would be great."

"I'll be right back."

…

When she got back to the room Greg had just unbuttoned his shirt. She leaned against the doorway for a second. She couldn't believe she had this man, her man in her house. Greg turned around and noticed that far away look.

"Everything okay?" She handed him the sweatpants.

"No, everything is great." She glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. It was way past midnight. "I'm going to bed. You start at seven to, right?" He nodded. "Good, see you at breakfast. I'll set an alarm."

…

She looked at her nightstand. Already 3 A.M. and she was still awake. She remembered sleeping great in Greg's arms. She got up and walked to his room. She stopped in front of the door. She stood there for a couple of minutes. Wasn't it really selfish to wake someone up at 3, just so you can sleep? She knocked and opened the door slightly.

"Greg? You awake?" She asked with a small voice.

"Am now," He sat up straight and put the lights on. "Something wrong?"

"Couldn't sleep and I remembered how good I slept when we fell asleep on the couch. Do you mind if I sleep here? I'll keep my hands to myself."

"If you don't mind that I'm only wearing my underwear." Didn't she give him sweatpants? "The pants were a little too hot." She smiled.

"Depends, are you wearing boxers or a thong." She joked.

"A thong? Loose boxers"

"Then, I don't mind one bit." He pushed the blankets to his left back for her. She crawled in and lay on her side. He moved up to her so he could spoon her and drape his arm over her side. She was so glad her back was to him, or he would have seen the blush. "Night" He switched of the lights

"Night."

…

The sunlight streaming through the window woke her. She opened her eyes and turned her head around. Greg was still asleep. Wait. Sunlight? She never saw sunlight before she woke up. She turned around completely to look at the clock, waking Greg in the process.

"SHIT!" He yawned.

"What's wrong?" He turned to see what see was looking at. "Is that clock right?"

"Yes," She got up. "our shifts start in less than 10 minutes! Meet you downstairs." She walked to her room to get dressed.

He was already in the kitchen when she came running down the stairs. She walked towards her counter. "What do you want, cereal to go or fruit? I'll drive."

"Cereal?" She nodded and grabbed a bowl and pored some cereal in it.

"Milk?" He shook his head. She grabbed a spoon and handed both to Greg before grabbing a banana and an apple. She sat down to put her shoes on, put her breakfast and phone in her bag and walked towards the door. She glanced at her watch, 2 minutes. DAMN! The drive alone was 10 minutes.

…

"Ed, you know where Zoë is?" Donna walked towards him.

"No, but Greg's late to. They helped find Clark last night, maybe they just overslept. She's never been late." Donna nodded and walked back to the locker room when she noticed Zoë and Greg exit the elevator. Zoë said a quick 'sorry' to Donna before entering the locker room.

Zoë got quickly dressed and walked towards the gym. If they didn't get a call they would most likely be there. She noticed team one was in the gym as well.

"You're late." It was Donna.

"Sorry, Serge. I had a hysterical night and forgot to set the alarm."

"So it has nothing to do with your date last night?"

"No, honestly. Ask Ed."

"Already did. Don't let it happen again. Now, because you're late you get to be the dummy." Donna pointed towards a suit. "We're going to practice our kicks, at full force."

"Great." Zoë muttered before grabbing the suit.

…

"You're late." Ed said as Greg walked in. "And you're slower in getting dressed then Zoë."

"Maybe she hurried because she isn't the boss." Ed nodded.

"You sleep with her?"

"None of your business. But no. We got back a little late last night. How did it go with you."

"Pretty good. Clark said he was sorry for worrying us and that he had talked to Zoë about it. And if he went to a party in the future he would tell us. Of course he won't go to a party anytime soon. Being grounded for a month."

"And about the weed?"

"He had been doing it for a couple of months, but never much. Whatever much is. And that he appreciated me." Ed looked towards Zoë. "He hasn't said anything nice to me in months, and now he appreciates me? I don't know what your girl told him, but thank her for me will you." They looked over at Zoë.

"Do it yourself. Looks like she gets to play dummy because of it."

…

Zoë was dressed, alone in the locker room. Everyone left already, Greg was giving her a ride home. She was looking at her mother's necklace in her hand when she heard knocking.

"Yeah, come in."

"Hey." She looked up, surprised. She thought it was Greg.

"Ed, what's up?" She got up and hang the necklace back in her locker.

"I want to thank you for last night. I don't know what you said to him, but I think it helped. He apologized and said he appreciated me, and that he was glad I was there for him." She smiled, she though he got the point she was trying to make, but she wasn't sure.

"Good and you're welcome. Can you do me a favor, I think I've got a really big bruise on my back. From being the dummy, can you check?"

"Sure. Just don't tell Greg." She got up and lifted her shirt. "Yeah, that's a pretty big bruise. Aren't the suits supposed to prevent that?" She lowered her shirt and grabbed her bag before walking towards the men's locker room.

"Yeah. Greg almost ready?" Ed followed.

"I think so. He was the only one in there. See you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow." She knocked before walked into the men's locker room. "You decent?"

"You mean unlike the time I just came out of the shower?" She took the joke as a yes and walked in. He was just zipping up his jeans.

"It's not my fault they stole your towel."

"Sure, but you couldn't keep your eyes of me."

"Still can't." He grabbed a shirt from the locker. "You didn't give me my second goodnight kiss last night." He put the shirt on the bench and walked towards her. He put his hands on her hips, pulled her towards him and kissed her. They didn't notice Ed walking back in. He stood there for a second, thinking what to do before he cleared his throat. Zoë jumped backwards, bright red. Greg stepped back and put his shirt on.

"Forgot my phone. Pretend I'm not here." He grabbed it from the bench and walked away. "Carry on." He faintly heard Zoë yell 'jackass' and smiled to himself.

A/N Here it is. This is probably going to be the only update today. Since a friend is coming over in a couple of hours. But I do have some time before and after she comes over, so maybe I'll be able to put a really short one (like 1000 words or something) in.