It's a public holiday over here today, so I decided I should upload today, mostly because I have a 35 page research paper to write in the next two weeks. Procrastination! Yeah!

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Griffin shows up at Riley's place to "apologise" and try to talk his way back into Riley good graces only to discover when he asks to be let in Gabriel sprawled out on Riley's couch quite comfortable and looking like he owns the place

"Charlie?" Riley stared incredulously at the man standing outside her door.

"Hey Thriller." Riley rolled her eyes. "Nice sling."

"Don't call me that." Her voice had a hard tone to it, and Charlie winced. "What do you want?" Griffin shoved his hands in his pockets, and he looked almost like a nervous schoolboy, albeit 6'3 and in a suit.

"Look," he said, sighing. "After Panama, when we broke up, suddenly you weren't in the Service anymore." Riley shrugged.

"So?" Griffin shuffled his feet awkwardly.

"Can I come in and talk?" He took a step toward Riley and she shook her head.

"Charlie, now's not a good time." He took another step forward and Riley stepped back, pushing the door slightly further open as she did. Griffin smiled slightly and peered inside.

"Take a bullet today?" He asked. "Nice place," he continued, moving closer to Riley. Riley folded her arms as best she could with a sling on.

"Yeah, I did, actually." She sighed. "How did you find me anyway? I have a different cell number." Griffin shrugged, a cocky grin spreading across his face.

"I have my ways." Riley sighed again.

"Look, Charlie, if I give you my number, will you leave?" Griffin raised an eyebrow. "You can call me another time and I'll meet you somewhere." Charlie smiled.

"I suppose that could work."

Riley sighed and turned around, stepping back into her apartment to find a pen and paper. Griffin followed her inside, and Riley had to work to stifle the laughter as he stopped dead three steps inside.

"Hello again, Agent Griffin," Gabriel called from his position sprawled across the couch. "Haven't seen you in a while." Charlie shot a look at Riley.

"What?" She grinned at the confused look on Griffin's face.

"Oh, don't mind me," Gabriel said, pushing himself off the couch. "We both took a few bullets today, so we're just hanging out here, tending wounds. The usual." Charlie's mouth hung open as his mouth wordlessly moved.

"Gabriel, put the sling back on," Riley called as she returned to the room with a slip of paper. "You'll pull the stitches out."

"I'm not putting the sling back on," he argued back. "It doesn't fit." Riley shook her head.

"Stop being a five year old. It fits fine." Gabriel shook his head.

"No, it really doesn't. Beside, it's my left arm. I can't do anything right handed."

"No better time to learn." Riley scrawled her number down on the paper and held it out for Griffin.

"How did you get shot?" Griffin asked, ignoring the paper Riley was holding out. Gabriel grinned, glancing over to Riley who rolled her eyes.

"Funny story, actually."

"It's not that funny," Riley interrupted.

"That's what you think," Gabriel chuckled. "So," he said turning to Griffin and leading him to the couch. "We were checking out this building linked to this case we're working," Riley fell into the couch next to Gabriel, where he unthinkingly slung his arm across her shoulder. "And out of nowhere this gang drives up, all in beat up vans and trucks. They all pile out, and it's just me and Riley, no backup."

"We didn't really have any choice but to run," Riley added. Gabriel nodded his agreement.

"So we took off, and these guys were firing at us as we ran. But this warehouse had floorboards ripped up, and I got my foot caught in one and went down. Riley had to come back to get my foot untangled, and she got hit then. But we got out and back to the car, and another three guys appeared in front of us. One of them had an assault rifle, and he got a few shots off before we took him down."

"That's how Gabriel got hit." Riley explained. "And then bled all over the car." Gabriel looked over to her.

"I did not." He shook his head. "I'm pretty sure you were doing most of the bleeding." Riley raised an eyebrow.

"I might have, but at least I had the sense to bandage it before it got all over the car."

"I didn't have time," Gabriel argued back. "I was driving and we were being chased." Riley rolled her eyes.

"Whatever." She turned back to Griffin, ignoring Gabriel's fingers as they played with the ends of her hair over her shoulder. "So we got out, and back to CyberCom, and it turns out the guys that were shooting at us were actually a rival gang trying to out the gang that owned the building we were in." Gabriel nodded again.

"So we kind of helped the guys we were trying to get rid of, in a way." Griffin just nodded and stood up from the armchair he was in.

"Um, I'd better go," he mumbled as he walked toward the door. "See you 'round, Riley, Gabriel." He pulled the door closed behind him.

"That was weird." Riley said, glancing at Gabriel, who just nodded slowly in agreement.

"I don't think he'll be back for a while." Riley smiled.

"Thanks," she said after a moments' pause, resting her head on his shoulder for a few moments.

"For what?" She looked up.

"When have we ever sat like this before?" She said glancing at Gabriel's arm across her shoulders. Gabriel shrugged.

"I just figured it might scare him off quicker." Riley shook her head.

"I'm pretty sure he's just scared of you, period." Gabriel grinned.

"A little friendly competition," he said. "That's all." Riley laughed.

"Now seriously Gabriel, put the sling back on!"

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