AN: Another chapter! Enjoy lovelies!

James woke up at the sound of a soft knock. In his line of work, sleeping lightly was a good thing and he was quickly up and opening the door.

"Did I wake you?" Roxy asked worriedly.

"Not at all. What's up?"

"I was just hungry. I would have made myself something but I didn't ask if that was alright yesterday."

"Of course it's alright! Come on, let's see what I have." James pushed the door open all the way and walked over to the kitchen. As he leaned over and looked through what was in the fridge, he asked, "What do you want to do today?"

"Well I have to practice flute and look over homework."

"And will that take all day?" James asked playfully.

"No…there's a park near here, right?"

"Yep, playground to. We can do both or just one," said James as he took out several ingredients. "How does French toast sound?"

"Great," Roxy responded with a grin. "Could we watch a movie? Do you have any?"

"I have a few tapes but nothing you'd probably be interested in. We'll check on out though. Want to help with the cooking?"

"Sure you! I've never cooked before."

James looked down at her curiously and asked, "Seriously? Your mother never made you help out around the holidays or anything?"

"We have a staff to do that."

"Damn, even we had a staff but if there was one time my brother and I didn't try to rip each other's throats out it was in the kitchen. Now, grab a stool and let me show you how it's done."

As minutes passed, James tried to impress Roxy but mostly just made a mess which Roxy seemed to enjoy nevertheless. After having to wipe up some spilled flower and a piece of bread that had somehow gotten stuck on the ceiling, they could finally both sit down and eat.

"So," James began as he passed Roxy her plate and glass of milk, "why do you like to sleep on the couch?"

"That's what you want to talk about?" asked Roxy, sounding more perplexed and slightly amused than anything.

"Yep. I feel like you have a reason for it and the fact that Alastair doesn't know your reason is even more interesting."

Roxy rolled her eyes at that but replied, "It's because him and Kenton always came home late. Back when Kenton was still at home. No matter if they were alone, together, with someone else, no matter where they had come from, they always stopped in the parlor. Sometimes it was to pour a drink, sometimes to sit in front of the fire or because they needed something but they always stopped there. Because I simply wanted to see them more I'd sneak down and sleep on the couch, knowing that I'd wake up when they arrived."

"Ah, that's cute."

Shrugging, she said, "I barely got to see them and that was one of the few ways I could. Now I see them both even less."

"You're lucky you love your brothers. What's Kenton like?"

With an angelic smile, she framed her face and said, "Me but less smart."

"Being a little narcissistic aren't we?"

"He's has great common sense," Roxy said earnestly, "just don't ask him to divide four by two. You might cry if you hear the answer."

James snorted and then laughed as Roxy grinned and chuckled in response. "So if you and the older brother are such little rays of sunshine, what the hell happened to Alastair?"

Her face going neutral, Roxy replied, "You'll have to find that out for yourself."

"Are you serious? That's not fair."

"Of course it's fair! You have to work to truly know someone and nothing is more true than when applied to my brother."

"Exactly! Can't I have some hint to start with at least?"

"Nope," she said with a grin. "Now, I need to go brush my teeth."

James rolled his eyes but let her go, not having realized just how quickly she had ate everything up. Afterwards she practiced her flute and they then went to the park. After walking around and showing her the area, James took her out to lunch and then they went to the playground he'd mentioned.

Once she'd tired herself out and Roxy was ready to go home, he then finally took her to a video rental shop. She ended up choosing the Lion King, something that James at first thought was amusingly ironic until she commented, "It's actually based on Hamlet. I'm curious about seeing it after getting to see the play."

The comment had James rolling his eyes and grinning as they got it and went back to his apartment. Before watching it however, Roxy finished some of her homework and only then did they settle down on the couch and enjoy the movie. It was one of the most normal days James had experienced and he mentally promised to always remember it.

"You let Lancelot take care of Roxy but you didn't think to ask me? We've known each other for over a decade," Harry whined.

"You're on the same damn assignment with me. What would be the point in asking?" growled out Alastair as he glanced over the top of his computer.

"Fair position but would you have asked even if I wasn't?"

Alastair tried to avoid Harry's innocent eyes as he continued working. However, every time his eyes slowly looked upwards, they always saw the same thing. Finally, in an even more annoyed voice (if that was possible) he muttered, "No."

"And why is that?" asked Harry.

"Because I don't know you."

He expected Harry to be annoyed, maybe pissed, he was sure some of the other agents would have been, but instead Harry sounded pleased as he simply replied, "Exactly."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"You don't know me. You don't know any of the agents. I better you didn't even know Merlin's wife passed away."

"What?!"

"I'm kidding, he doesn't have a wife, but you would have known that if you'd actually open a conversation with something other than 'do you have the file' or 'is blank locked up yet'."

"Excuse me for trying to get my job done instead of doing mindless chitchat," growled Alastair.

Harry raised his eyebrows at Alastair and said, "Do you know of any agent who hasn't gotten a job done because of mindless chitchat?"

"No."

"Then explain to me why you trust James so much that he's actually taking care of your little sister for five days."

"I simply do," growled out Alastair.

"So you have a friend. Perci-cical has a friend."

"I can't believe you've started up with that ridiculous nickname. What if I called you Gally?"

Harry grinned and replied, "I would probably go with it."

"Of course you would! Okay, better example, what if I called Merlin Wizard or Wiz or something else equally stupid? He'd most likely throw something at me," Alastair grumbled.

"But I still want to know how you've found yourself a friend."

"It's more like a fly that you can smash."

"If he was here, I'd say you had hurt Lancelot's feelings but he'd probably just laugh and go buzz-buzz."

"Probably," Alastair admitted grudgingly as he tried to focus on his work again. Just as he was beginning to really zoning in on the information again, Harry perked up again and Alastair resisted the urge to take out his gun.

"So you went out for ice cream?"

"What has that imbecile been telling you?"

"Only that you've gone on several outings. And that you let him over for Christmas Eve," added Harry.

"Has he been telling you everything!?"

"It's not like he's giving me a second by second explanation of everything that happened," Harry responded with a roll of his eyes. "He's just commented about it in passing when we've talked."

Alastair glared. "Are you sure?"

"I'm not grilling him for information if that's what you mean."

Letting out a soft groan, Alastair covered his face in his hands and muttered, "You're insufferable. So is James. You're all insufferable."

"I try," Harry responded with a small, polite smile. "So, is it true our own resident icicle is beginning to thaw?"

Alastair sent him a heart stopping glair.

Not phased at all, Harry let out a soft sigh and murmured, "I suppose not. Still, I do believe Lancelot is good for you."

"Yeah, if I want to develop an aneurism now get to ready. I finally got a fix on the bastard," Alastair responded as he zoomed in on an area.

Harry immediately began to double check that all weapons were locked and loaded. As Alastair closed the laptop and began to head out of the compound, Harry followed and asked, "So are you still unable to go outside because I'd rather not perform this mission with a puddle."

"Shut it Galahad!"