"You're going to give OPA a fresh coat of paint while I go handle some things on Capitol Hill and it will remind you never to lie to me." Paint buckets clattered to the floor before she pulled out some ancient paint brushes, "Abby is the last person I wanted to learn from about your little liaison." Olivia stood in front of the guilty party, Huck and Quinn, and shoved her arms into her thick black winter coat.

Quinn supposes that's how she ended up naked on the floor covered in paint with Huck lying next to her.

As Olivia left she quickly began to peel off her leather jacket and slipped off the black boots. That's when she noticed his eyes on her, she was so use to his eyes passing over her that it didn't strike her as odd. For the first full hour they remained silent, coughing and a few customary sneezes were the only sound heard. She moved back to another bucket of egg shell white colored paint and began to pour it when she looked up and saw Huck. He peeled out of his plaid shirt and his white undershirt leaving him in a white tank top, jeans and black boots.

"You're supposed to be painting." He said while painting intricately.

"I'm pouring more paint for myself, if you must know."

"I don't care about knowing, I care about getting this done and that means you carrying your weight as well and not watching me." Quinn held the gasp that was trapped in her throat that was practically choking her. Was he insinuating that she didn't carry her weight? Who found Olivia while he took up a new persona and hid out in a crappy hardware store? Who had personally delivered the newspaper onto his doorstep and Abby's when she learned about Harrison's death? Who had to go down to the morgue and view the body by herself? It was her, it was all her, and he had the nerve to sit here and complain about her not carrying her weight.

"Screw you."

"Excuse me?" Huck stopped painting and turned his head to look at her.

"Screw you, then go to hell and screw yourself there. You can sit there all high and mighty pretending that I ruined your life." Quinn slammed down the paint can and Huck saw flecks of paint splatter across the tarp. "And I've apologized again and again, and I'm tired of trying to make you happy. I'm going to be good at my job, that's all I need to do right now. So you can take that attitude and shove it, Huck."

Quinn dipped her paintbrush into the paint and began to work on her section of the wall. Huck resisted the urge to roll his eyes, it was something he did to quell the storm growing inside of her. She had taken his words out of context, again. He hadn't meant it with malice or anger and he was tempted to continue painting but he had learned to speak his mind for his short stint as Randy.

"I didn't mean it that way," He continued to paint and felt her eyes on him again, "I'd rather not talk at all and just handle this. Remember who you're talking to…"

"Is that supposed to be a threat?" She scoffed, something snapped inside of him. He knew he was a ticking time bomb and it was only a matter of time, he also knew Quinn Perkins would be the person who he exploded on.

"Take it how you take it, Lindsay." Huck said, it was petty and immature but it was the only way to calm himself down. He was alone at OPA with Quinn, the tarp was already laid out and he was three minutes away from ripping that tongue out of her flippant mouth. Moments later he heard a paint bucket flying through the air, he stepped out of the way quickly and turned to her. Her chest rose and fell quickly, his eyes met hers and they both drew their weapons.

Quinn circled Huck and he did the same thing.

"I hate you." She said.

"Funny, two months ago I thought you loved me."

"I can hate you and love you at the same time." Quinn's trigger finger itched and she jumped over the table to put distance between them. "It's not that hard." Huck lowered the weapon seeing that familiar cocky smirk, she was still Quinn and he couldn't kill her especially not now. As he walked back over to his paintbrush he realized he had slightly provoked her.

Randy had.

"And by the way-" Huck jumped, he had been so trapped in his thoughts he hadn't heard her. He turned quickly losing his footing and falling on top of her. Quinn was trapped under him, she hadn't been this close to him in a long time and she prayed to god that was his G30s pressed against her so intimately. "Tell me that's your gun." She said while trying to shift under him, he dropped his weight onto her to stop her from squirming against him in such a way.

No that wasn't his gun, he had once again been aroused by their familiar game of cat-and-mouse and he always played even when he didn't want to.

Many female agents pulled guns on him but it never thrilled him this way.

"You know what that is." Huck said, Quinn gasped as she looked up at him while he hovered over her. She was aware what it was, and this was no longer a game she wanted to play. Her heart was in it and that oddly sexy mischievous smirk caused her heart to speed up. Typical cold, hard hazel eyes had turned into melted pools of lust.

"Huck-"

"This is wrong." He said while she leaned forward brushing her lips against her own, "This is bad."

"You're bad," Quinn said, Huck knew it wasn't a lie. It was the truth. He hated to be bad but he was so good at it. It was in his nature to be bad, to break the rules, and finding himself on the floor next to a bucket of paint with Quinn Perkins seemed pretty predictable in his world.

"But you like it…"

"I love it," She said, and he knew there were tons of words left unsaid. She still loved him and he still felt something. He didn't dare mention the L word. That would complicate something that he had already complicated twice over, she shifted her hips and allowed him to slid between her legs. He was pressed against her and he couldn't wait to get out of his pants and into her.

How had this happened?

He had called her Lindsay.

He would have to remember to store that away in his mental arsenal in case something like this happened again.

"Don't talk, just…" Huck followed her lead, and as they lay covered in paint with their clothes strewn over floor he cursed under his breath. He stared at her naked body covered in different patterns of egg shell colored paint, her nipples hard in the chilled air and her legs slightly splayed revealing where he had been moments ago.

"I thought…." Quinn swallowed the lump in her throat, "The next time you put me on the tarp that it would be painful, nothing like this."

"I know…" Huck's fingertips brushed against her own, he hadn't even been searching out her hand but somehow found it. "We should get up before someone comes and-"

"Oh my god, Liv! They're at it again!" Abby yelled as she covered her eyes and rushed away from the scene.

"What do you think our punishment will be this time?" Quinn asked while searching for her soiled clothing. Huck shrugged as he pulled on his clothes quickly in time for Quinn to scurry into her old office next to his and try to find something to pull on.