Hello... I feel horrible for prolonging this chapter for you guys. And I almost didn't post it tonight, but I pulled through just for you! I'm not quite sure how well written this chapter is, because I rushed right through it, but I hope you like it just the same.

A special shout out to all the new followers of this story! You are all appreciated and loved!

Oh, and how did you guys like this past episode, "O-Mouth"? Dear god, this show will be the death of me.

Okay, I'll shut up!

The next few days were almost uneventful. Jenny would help out with a couple more investigations here and there. Then every other night, they would all go out to the Drop and party, although they made a point to give Jenny a limit on the amount of beers that she drank.

Mike and Jenny seemed to be closer ever since their little confrontation. They were constantly joking with each other, and sneaking secret glances that no one else could decipher. This went on for several days.

One day, Jenny got a phone call from her friend, a CIA agent, Fred Walsh. "To what do I owe this special call?" She teased, as she lounged out on her bed.

"Well, see, I've heard that you work freelance now." He started.

"Yeah, I go where the money is." She answered.

He laughed over the line. "Nothing ever changes with you, Jenny. The thing is, I would like to hire you on this case that has been stumping us for a long time."

"Sure, I'm game. Right now, I'm visiting some family, but I'll be available by the weekend."

"Sounds perfect. I guess I can send you the details over email?"

"Yeah. You know my address?" At that point, Mike came bursting into her bedroom, his hands running furiously through his thick blonde hair. "Gotta call ya back." Jenny hung up the phone. "Please, come in, Mike." She said sarcastically.

Mike didn't seem to pay much attention to her, as he was too busy with his hair. "Goddammit..." He muttered in a low voice, as he started to pace the room. Jenny could literally see a fire blazing in his gray blue eyes.

"Whoa, there, sailor! Watch the language." She said sarcastically. Before that moment, she had hardly ever heard him swear. Again, he seemed to not even hear her, for he continued to mumble like an idiot. "Mike?" Jenny stood up and walked over to him, genuinely concerned. She placed her hands on his shoulders, trying to ignore the urge to swoon as she felt the amount of muscles that were tensing up under her hands.

Finally, Mike seemed to blink out of his daze and recognition crossed his eyes, cooling the flames. "Jenny?" He looked around and saw where he was. "Sorry, I thought I was in my room."

"Okay, but calm down first. You might blow a gasket." She encouraged.

"Sorry." He repeated, slumping down on her bed.

"So you said before." This wasn't the usual dorky Mike that she had come know, and it was very concerning to her. "Dude, what's up?"

"Nothing." He said trying to wave her off, but they both knew that wasn't going to work.

Jenny placed her hands on her hips, and raised her eyebrows. "Yeah, nothing is the reason why you were mumbling to yourself and mistaking your room for my room?" Mike slumped forward, resting his elbows on his knees and rubbing his face with his hands. "Seriously, man, what's eating you?"

After a considerable pause, he sighed. "My commanding officer for Briggs' investigation is of no help to me, and your brother is more cryptic and complicated than the Hungarian language."

She nodded in agreement, and went to sit next to him on the bed. "Well, no argument there."

"It's just," He shrugged. "Every time I think I know him, he turns around and completely pulls something unexpected, and I'm stuck with picking up with all the pieces. And then, Juan just looks at me like it's the easiest thing to do, and he can't figure out why I can't do it." Jenny patted his back, in an effort to show that she understood. If only he could've been there for most of their childhood. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be dumping all of this on you."

"No, I'm glad you are. It is a lot to ask of someone. Especially when it comes to Paul. But you know? If anyone can do it, you can."

Mike almost pinched himself. This was not one of those conversations he thought he would be having with one of his targets' siblings. "Yeah, but how?"

"I think it would be illegal if I were to answer that." She hesitated before saying the next part. "Look, I wish I could help you out and tell you exactly how to handle this. But I feel like if I did, then I'd be cheating."

"No, I don't want you in this. Briggs would hate me even more if he found out that I got you in on everything." Mike told her absentmindedly.

Jenny chewed on her lower lip in thought. Then, she reached behind her to grab her phone. "Maybe this will help." She unlocked it, and scrolled to find what she was looking for. "Have you ever played this game called Flow?"

Mike shook his head and quickly replied, "No." He wasn't quite sure how this was going to help.

"Ugh, it's a nasty little bugger." She said picking a puzzle, and moving the phone over so Mike could see. "See, the point of the game is to try and connect the corresponding colored dots while using up the whole board." As she explained, she demonstrated. "The annoying part is that no matter how many times you think you know what the pattern is, usually it's something completely different. But... there is a secret. If you try looking at it differently, and going a different route, you end up a winner." After she finished saying it, she solved the puzzle, and then glancing at him triumphantly.

It slowly started to connect for him. "So what are you trying to say?" Mike asked, sending a knowing look her way.

She gave him a "are you serious" look. "Really? I just gave you, the smartest guy I have ever met that wasn't after a night with me, a really awesome analogy and I need to explain it to you?"

He cracked a smile and shook his head. "No, you're right. I think I get it." Then, he looked into her eyes, so she could see that the fire had completely died. "Thanks, Jenny."

Just then, Johnny knocked on the door, and walked in. Mike and Jenny nearly jumped in surprise. "Whoa," Johnny chuckled. "We're you two just about to..."

"Johnny." Jenny cut him off, as Mike blushed. "What do you want?"

"Well, I was gonna say we've got work to do, but if you guys need a few minutes..."

"So, help me, Johnny, if you don't get out in five seconds..." In order to make her point, she stood up and walked towards him menacingly. He giggled and lept out of the room. Rolling her eyes, she glanced back at the blushing Mike. "Come on, Romeo. Let's go to work."

Thoughts? I'd love to hear them. I don't care if it's two words or two hundred, if you love something or hate something, whatever is on your mind, I wanna know! in a non-creeper way...

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