Author's Note: Unfortunately, this was written about a day and a half before 'Greensleeves' aired. So... it doesn't at all fit the current storyline. But I wanted to post it anyhow because, well... it was already written. Thanks for reading!

"If you wanna go, you should." Bobby's voice was gritty but also breathy with some sort of unexplained knowing that raised hackles Chibs didn't even realize he'd been owning.

"Got nowhere to go, brother." The Scot shrugged, backing the sweat from his forehead with his hand, avoiding ridging his eyebrow with the rings he wore. "Told the Prez I'd help Montez."

"Quinn and I can help Montez put the new stools in." Bobby waved off as he leaned his upper body weight into the ice cream counter, intentionally leaning his head at an angle to catch Chibs' glance. "Go ahead. Check in when you get there."

"And where exactly am I going?" one of his hands flared opening between them as he rolled his spine into the edge of the bar, leaning his elbows back in a supposedly carefree balance.

"You've been cagey all day." Bobby grunted and a slow smirk spread his lips as he stared at the younger man. "And moody as hell. And Quinn has a big mouth."

Chibs swallowed down a growl and shook his glance off his friend, wiping his fingers against his beard as he stared toward the new windows that had not yet been finished and cleaned.

"I don't know." He finally gave in to a desperate laugh. "I don't even know what I'm doin', Bobby. She's a bloody cop."

"You like the way she feels?" the other man asked quickly, though he'd had the grace to lower his voice and lean smiling into the question.

And he couldn't help but grin into the answer, a groan in his lungs as he gave Munson a long look, "Not kissin' and tellin'. Feckin' perv."

Bobby just grinned, "But?"

"Aye." Chibs rolled his eyes back in his head and clipped his boot heel hard into the floor, groaning again into his friend's loud chuckle of laughter.

"And she doesn't make you feel like you're any less than you know you are?" Bobby's face was a natural well of concern.

"Not intentionally." Another grin rode his lips as the hushed sound of her voice echoed into his head. "And not when it counts."

Bobby lifted his hand and waved his fingers in a slowly circular motion, his eyes brightening in a tease, "And you wanna take another ride on the Merrily We Go Around?"

Chibs just gave him a sardonic look that made the answer more than obvious.

"Then go. Forget all the other shit, man." Munson was already pushing away from the counter and heading toward the tools that were scattered along one of the booth tables, picking up a hammer and swinging it between them, "Take what you can, when you can. We know you're with us, Chibby. Don't look back until she gives you a reason to."

"And if she does?" Chibs shrugged into the question, a sudden weight of worry pressing down on his humor.

"She's a woman." Bobby shrugged it off easily as he studied the hammer. "Of course she will."

"Y'need a hand with that?"

She was startled by the warm flush of questioning in his voice and more than a bit rattled – more because her sense of awareness had failed her than anything else. She'd known she was distracted while moving through the grocery store parking lot but she hadn't known by how much or by how far. And before she could decided how slack she'd become in her discipline, he'd already run his fingers into her spine and up to where she'd let her hair down. His fingers were teasing the tips of its darkness while he curved into her side.

"How did you know I was here?" she flicked him a tightened glance.

"Low jacked your car." He shrugged with a flippant and sarcastic tone and angled his hands up under one of the paper bags she was carrying.

"Filip - "

"I asked around." He sighed off and stepped back, waving his hand toward her car slowly. "People know who the sheriff is, Ally."

"That's bullshit." Her eyes slimmed even farther. "Are you having me followed?"

"Gracious little thing, aren't ya?" he snorted as he shook his head, looking so ridiculously out of place with a bag of produce clutched into the leather of his cut. "That's what you think of me?"

Ally slowly let a smile curve her lips before turning from his half glare and aiming toward her car. She heard the snort of derision from behind her but kept moving with intentionally strong steps and a long stride.

"Are ya fuckin' with me, Althea?" his tone had completely swaggered toward teasing and

she cocked a smile back to where he'd stepped up behind her, stalling the both of them up quickly and forcing him to shift the bag he taken as he met her eyes.

"I don't know." The mix of color in her eyes when she was firing in his direction was interesting enough to hold his attention for days. "Am I?"

"You are now." he smiled into it, intentionally leaning his mouth closer to hers but forcing her to decide whether she was closing the distance.

Her lashes seemed awfully long as she blinked and he wanted to wait and watch them brush her cheeks again but she turned away from him easily. Too easily for his comfort.

"Ally."

She couldn't save herself from smiling as she unlocked the hatch on her SUV, swinging it up and setting down the bag before glancing back at him. "If I didn't plan on continuing this conversation I would have taken my pineapple back."

She didn't think he realized that the scars he was so very conscious of made his smile downright delicious.

"I'm gonna follow you home." His murmur just barely broke over the rustle of the bag that he was shifting into the back of her car.

"I don't need an escort, Telford."

Chibs just grinned into her sass, his now empty fingers finding the ridge of her belt so that he could tug her forward. "I can lead if you'd rather."

There she went with the lashes again and –

"Just meet me." She shrugged a little closer and he was surprised by the very comfortable and curling movement of her body into his, one of her hands stroking against softened and worn in leather.

"I'm tryin', sweetheart."

He caught the minute upturn of her jaw and this time she didn't need to pull him any closer than he already was before he let his mouth break against hers, both his hands curling at her waist as he rushed his tongue between her lips. It was an intentionally hard kiss, forcing her to find her footing in the situation. Forcing her to step forward or away. When she tugged his head even closer and arched into the kiss, sucking on his tongue, he figured he'd found his answer.