All Hands On Deck

Root hadn’t been successful in catching up with the guys that knocked out Joan and took her clipboard. The tropical storm got in her way. The torrential downpour made it hard to see anything. She eventually had to stop the car she had stolen and figure out the best place to take cover for the storm to pass. The only place she wanted to take cover was in Sameen’s arms; however, the storm made it impossible to get back to the resort. The Machine said it would be safer for her to ride out the storm in the hatch with Bear. And once the Machine had told her the team was safe at the resort, it made getting herself to safety easier. Plus, she wanted to check on the servers and all the data the Machine had been compiling, there was something fishy about this storm.

As Root made her way into the hatch, Bear trotted up pretty quickly and greeted her. The canine teammate seemed quite happy to see her, and she was happy to see him in return. She made her way to one of the offices and to one of the elaborate workstations to start talking to the Machine and figuring out what nefarious thing was going on. She could only faintly hear the storm hailing down in the secure hatch. She didn’t know how long she had been digging through the information before she heard a noise coming from the main room. The Machine hadn’t alerted her to any intruders, so the noise couldn’t be anything serious unless the Machine was experiencing a glitch. Bear had been lying down in his dog bed in the corner of the office. Root got up to go check the main room and entrance just in case.

Root walked out slowly into the main room. She saw a shadow from the corner of her eye and went into full defensive mode. She lunged for the intruder and flipped them over onto the large couch, before realizing of course, who exactly she was landing on.

“Shaw!”

“Root. What are you doing?” Shaw stared up at Root with a scowl on her face.

Root looked down at Shaw; she was completely drenched from head to toe, literally water dripping off every inch of her body. There was mud caked in her hair, along with leaves and vines stuck all over the shorter woman’s body, some minor cuts scattered along her arms and legs with a little blood oozing out. Root thought Shaw never looked more stunning.

“Protecting the hatch and Bear of course from any intruders,” Root smiled down at Shaw as she stayed firmly on top of the petite primary asset.

“What are you doing? The Machine said you were safe at the resort.” Root got a seriously confused look on her face.

“It’s important to secure the hatch and all the important stuff down here,” Shaw said even though it was a blatant lie. “Plus, you shouldn’t have taken off chasing those guys in the storm.”

“Well, technically, the storm hadn’t fully started yet, then I got caught out in it. Coming here was easier than making my way back to the resort.”

Root looked down at Shaw underneath her, the mud-caked hair, patches of grass and dirt smeared all over her arms and legs, cuts and bruises; judging by this look, it took a lot of effort to get to the hatch during the storm.

“You went out in the tropical storm to come here. Admit it. You were worried about me.” Root stared intensely into Shaw’s eyes.

“I was worried about Bear,” Shaw said somewhat seriously while Root straddled her on the couch. Her hands betrayed her though and very naturally placed themselves on each side of Root’s thighs, then trailing up to her hips and holding tight. The leather couch was slick from Shaw’s drenched clothes.

At the mention of his name, Bear wandered out from another room. As soon as he saw Shaw, he trotted over to the couch and started licking her face and neck, with both his paws on her chest. Root took the opportunity to lean over her petite firecracker and licked and kissed the other side of Shaw’s neck. Shaw was caught in between a Bear and Root kissing match. She thought to herself how the hacker was a terrible influence on this highly intelligent, skilled, trained canine, reduced to a sloppy, emotional kisser just like the hacker. Then Shaw surprised herself by silently laughing at the kissing onslaught.

“Okay, you two enough,” Shaw gave a command in Dutch for Bear, and he politely got down, Root would need more than a verbal command. So Shaw turned her head so she could capture the hacker’s lips, which only spurred Root on more and soon they were heavily making out.

Root had taken Shaw’s upper lip hostage, not that the petite primary asset minded. Root’s clothes were wet now too, and mud spotted from pushing so hard into Shaw. As soon as Root opened her mouth, Shaw thrust her tongue inside, hungrily exploring.

“Sameen, you’re all wet on the outside,” Root tore her mouth away briefly from Shaw’s as she tugged on Shaw’s dripping clothes, “Are you wet on the inside too?”

“What do you think, nerd? You and Bear have been licking me for a solid five minutes,” Shaw panted while leaning up and sucking onto Root’s pulse point.

“I think we might be stuck down here for a few hours due to the storm,” Root’s face lit up like a Christmas tree, full of glow, warmth, and unabashed cheer and lust.

“A few hours, huh?” Shaw didn’t even really ask a question, her eyes so dark they looked stormier than the storm.

Root bit her lip and nodded. She then leaned down to kiss Shaw again, capturing that top lip again. Shaw pushed Root off of her, pushed harder until they were both standing. They both circled each other momentarily before reaching out to yank off each other’s shirts.

“Glad you came to check on Bear,” Root smirked to herself; Shaw could hide behind their canine teammate all she wanted. Even if the petite primary asset only wanted to have sex for endless hours, Root still took as a plus that she braved the storm and found her. “I know Bear would take a bullet for you.”

“Damn right, I would do the same thing for him.”

Shaw didn’t want to think that Root had already almost taken a bullet for her just the other day. She knew she would take a bullet for anyone on the team, and she might take a few extra for Root. Shaw reached up and traced the rough skin on Root’s shoulder, healing over the bullet graze from the other day. It was a few inches away from where she shot Root in their second meeting. She traced her finger up to the bigger, older scar. She then leaned and kissed the scar. Root stared back at her with big heart eyes, which almost looked like they were going to tear up.

“Your shoulder does seem to be a magnet for bullets,” Shaw said as her tongue reached and licked the old wound.

“It feels a gravitational pull towards your…gun,” Root continued staring at Shaw; she leaned to kiss those lips she always continuously wanted. She bit hard on Shaw’s top lip, pulled on it slightly, eliciting a low moan from the petite primary asset.

Shaw opened her mouth immediately and allowed Root access to which the hacker took full advantage of. However, strangely only lasted about a minute, then she pulled away.

“Gotta check one thing,” Root went over to the workstation in the side office connected to the main room with multiple screens showing all kinds of data. She typed quickly on several different keyboards pulling up several different screens and scanning the information.

“Just had a thought, in regards to Joan’s clipboard and the storm,” Root only stared at the screens, knowing if she looked at Shaw, she would abandon her theory and just put her mouth back on her petite primary asset and hopefully not take it off for at least a few hours.

“You think they’re related?” Shaw walked over to where Root was sitting typing furiously away. Her top lip stinging from Root’s bite, her whole body responding being alone with the hacker. She untied her hiking boots and kicked them off, leaving a water and mud trail along the artfully stained concrete floor.

“Seems far-fetched…but then some of the best things appear that way,” Root continued typing with her brow furrowed in concentration. She took a pair of glasses off the desk and put them on.

Shaw stood behind her, getting a little impatient. Not that she didn’t want to solve the case, it was just that they had this whole high tech hatch to themselves for a few hours; she didn’t want to waste it. She put her hands on Root’s shoulders and started massaging them. The hacker responded immediately, rolling her head from side to side, struggling hard to keep her eyes open while navigating the computer screens.

It was hard enough for Root to concentrate being utterly alone with Shaw in a decked out high tech condo while a tropical storm raged on, even harder when the petite firecracker willingly started massaging her shoulders. Shaw’s strong hands were kneading Root’s shoulders harder and deeper with each stroke.

“As you can see right there, something’s off…” Root pointed at the screen for Shaw to take a closer look, which the petite primary asset did while also using the lean-to place an open mouth kiss on the hacker’s neck. Root stared harder at the screen, not quite believing what she saw, also not believing that Shaw was sucking on her neck instead of helping her figure what has happening. “…it appears half the world is without internet right now.” That statement did get Shaw to stop her kissing and sucking on Root’s neck.

“What?” Shaw looked up at the screens with a bewildered expression.

“Either the tropical storm damaged the undersea cable or used as a cover-up for an attack, either way; it looks like the cable is either destroyed or severely broken. And the worst news…” Root typed away and pulled up other graphics and code on the screen.

Shaw thought that if the hacker threw in an innuendo, she might just strangle her, although Root would love it. “Again, what?”

“Right now, the world is without…” Root looked up and stared at Shaw through her sexy librarian glasses, “…most of social media.”

“Geesh, nerd. I thought it was going to be something important,” Shaw went back to massaging Root’s shoulders, letting her hands wander down further, final destination being the breast area.

“It’s important if your pet is doing something cute, you have to vent a political rant, or you just made your most amazing spinach blueberry quinoa salad. Did it happen if you can’t post it?” Root scrunched up her face.

Shaw rolled her eyes. “Are there any serious ramifications from this?”

“Yes, as you know, a surprising amount of internet data travels the undersea cables, so having this one destroyed is cutting off other forms of valuable, probably life-threatening information. We need to get out there and fix it,” Root had her serious tone going now as she typed away and opened and closed multiple screens.

“Wait, right now?” Shaw still had her hands firmly on Root’s shoulders, with one hand inching much lower.

“No, as soon as the storm clears, of course. Which the Machine says will be in approximately four hours and twenty-seven minutes,” Root said as she got a far off look in her eyes. “Ah, thank you very much,” Root stared at the camera on the monitor and did her signature non-wink to the Machine. “Which will now be in approximately six hours and fifteen minutes.”

The hacker looked very smugly at her petite primary asset.

Shaw wondered if Root just asked the Machine to possibly lengthen a fucking tropical storm so she could get laid a few extra times. Shaw couldn’t contain a smirk; she knew the hacker would absolutely do that.

“Are you saying the Machine can now control the weather?” asked a very skeptical Shaw.

“She might have fudged the controls a bit on a wind farm off the southeast shore,” smirked Root.

Shaw gave Root a stunned look, then stared hard at the camera in the monitor screen.

“I’m kidding. Although the Machine said which I speculated, this storm was manufactured,” Root said, rolling her head back and forth, urging Shaw on to continue the massage; she was getting close to ripping off her sports bra.

“Manufactured?” Shaw stopped her massage ministrations to pinch the bridge of her nose. “Sometimes, I really hate computers.”

“Hey, if it gives people a few hours of peace and quiet, then I’m all for a small manufactured hurricane, little power outrage here and there, nothing major with no one getting hurt,” Root casually shrugged her shoulders. “Although peace and quiet isn’t really what I had in mind for you and me right now.” Root arched her head back to leer at Shaw, who visibly swallowed hard.

Root stood up from the desk, immediately missing the warm, strong hands of Shaw on her shoulders. She walked over to the kitchen area, dimmed the lights, grabbed two glasses, and poured some top-shelf whiskey from Harold’s alcohol cabinet for her and Shaw. Shaw downed the glass in one shot and grabbed Root’s head, kissing the hacker hard; no more computer work, no more computer talk, everyone can live without their social media for six hours, the petite primary asset thought.

Root broke away from Shaw very reluctantly to put kibble and water in Bear’s bowls, “What? You want another interruption?”

Shaw kissed her again, Root pulled away one more time with a small whine and then rummaged through some cabinets while her petite primary asset looked on in frustration and confusion. Root finally found what she was looking for. She then placed several light blue colored plastic mats around the hatch living room.

“What the hell are those?” asked an impatient Shaw.

“Pee pads. Again, letting Bear out to potty during a tropical storm is another interruption,” Root placed the pee pads strategically around the room.

“I would eliminate the words pee pads from your seduction vocabulary,” Shaw said with one raised eyebrow.

“Noted. What about potty?”

“Again, nerd. Kinda killing the mood. Let’s go shower,” Shaw reached over and tugged on Root’s sports bra to get it over her head, then did the same and headed back to one of the en suite bedrooms with a big bathroom.

Root didn’t think there were ever three words more seductive in the language coming from Shaw’s mouth than ‘let’s go shower.’

****

They found out that the shower head did not support very much weight when Root held onto it while Shaw thoroughly licked her clean. After a few neglectful minutes, where Root threatened Shaw with extreme tasering if Shaw didn’t finish her lick down, the petite primary asset found the valve and shut the water off in the bathroom. The bathroom was left with a mild flood problem, but thankfully there were many more bathrooms in the hatch.

Shaw carried Root into the bedroom with the hacker’s legs wrapped tightly around her slick torso. Shaw pinged and ponged off several walls with Root going full vampire on her neck, making their way to the bed, they slammed into one of the wooden sliding doors to a closet, and it collapsed with their combined weight and force. They regained their footing and straddling with only a few scrapes and bruises before finally landing on the bed, leaving behind the broken door in several pieces during their sexual frenzy.

****

After one long first strenuous round, Shaw jogged out to the kitchen wearing only an oversized men’s long sleeve dress shirt, an obvious stash for Reese; she rummaged through the refrigerator. She grabbed a water bottle and chugged it, then snatched a protein bar and started shoving it in her mouth as she hoisted herself up to sit on the countertop.

Root sauntered into the kitchen wrapped in a bedsheet, went over to the refrigerator for her own rummaging. She pulled out a can of whip cream and shook it.

“Where are you planning to put that whipped cream?” asked Shaw with her eyebrows raised to Root. “Why does Finch have so much whip cream down here?”

“Makes a good pancake topping,” replied Root as she continued to shake the can while staring hard at Shaw.

“Okay, it does sometimes,” agreed Shaw, finishing off her protein bar.

“And it makes a good Shaw topping,” Root shook the can more and stood in front of Shaw.

“No,” Shaw pulled at the bed sheet Root was wearing, bringing the hacker closer. She hooked a leg around Root, pulling her closer and trapping her.

Shaw then yanked the whipped cream out of Root’s hand and threw it forcefully down on the ground; because of the pressure of the can and blunt force of the petite firecracker’s strength, the can exploded when it hit the concrete floor spewing cream all over the lower cabinet doors and floor. The can sputtered around the kitchen floor before stopping.

“So we’re not the only ones exploding in here,” Root raised an eyebrow and then quickly bit down hard on Shaw’s neck, causing the petite primary asset to cry out a moan and hold on tight to the bedsheet.

Shaw then lifted up Root and carried her over to the long table. For some reason, there were some place settings on the table that were all smashed to the ground in a matter of minutes with Root and Shaw fighting over dominance on the table.

****

“There’s a big tub down here? Like a hot tub?” asked a briefly sated Shaw while catching her breath, sweat pouring off her body.

Root lifted up her head from in between Shaw’s legs. “Down the hall near the gym.” Shaw pulled Root up and kissed her hard, wanting to taste herself in Root’s mouth. “This way,” Root grabbed Shaw’s hand and pulled her down a hall, “Think I’ll be a better tub mate than Fusco?”

“My guess is…marginally,” Shaw snarked, “At least there will be less body hair involved.”

Neither one wasn’t sure how it happened; they had been pre-occupied with each other, and somehow a bottle of laundry detergent got knocked over in the hot tub. The hot tub overflowed with bubbles. The washer machine and dryer shared the same room as the hot tub. Root explained the bottle was in there because she was going to wash their clothes so they could put them back on, not liking some of the clothes choices packed away in the hatch. They closed the door, hoping that would hold the bubbles; the bubbles seeped through the door after a few minutes. By that time, Root and Shaw moved onto the next room because the hacker had mentioned a few zip ties in the hatch’s stockpile, and the petite primary asset thought they should check out the durability of the plastic handcuffs.

*****

The zip ties were cutting into Shaw’s wrists, and there was a little blood dripping on the padded floor of the fully decked out gym room. Root had Shaw zip-tied to a pull-up bar rack with her feet barely touching the ground. Although, Shaw kept cheating and kept lifting up one foot onto Root’s shoulder, where she pushed down hard angling for Root’s tongue to go deeper inside. Root reprimanded Shaw; by pulling away. Root then grabbed a free weight and lifted it up to Shaw’s face in a menacing way. The hacker got amused at how often she could get her petite primary asset to growl and foam at the mouth from how close she brought her to edge and then abruptly stop.

“Root…” Shaw said in a very haggard, labored breath.

“Use your words...Sameen,” Root gave Shaw a wicked smile as she ran her hands up the petite primary asset’s thighs, lingering on her ass then moving straight to her breasts.

“If you don’t fucking finish…”

“You?” Root put her mouth on Shaw’s breast and gave her a playful bite.

Shaw jerked her arm, so roughly she tore apart the top metal rod of the pull-up bar rack which went sailing and smashed into the wall-size mirror on the adjacent wall with sharp, jagged pieces flying everywhere the gym. Both women paused momentarily before Shaw yanked on Root and pushed her down on a workout bench. She made sure to miss the big chunks of broken mirror pieces scattered all over the floor. She lowered herself onto Root’s hungry mouth. Shaw kinda hated how loud she got when Root finished her off by plunging her tongue deeper inside where she needed her.

****

Shaw walked back into the bedroom from the kitchen to get some more water and snacks. She stared at Root, sprawled out on her stomach, naked on the bed with her eyes closed. Shaw had to admit that the sight made her mouth water, even after tasting every inch of the hacker’s body over the last several hours. The petite primary asset had put on a pair of heeled boots she found in a closet; the closets in the hatch had an array of different clothes for everyone in case of an emergency. The Machine was very accurate in purchasing all their favorite clothes and shoes. Shaw had also thrown on one of Root’s V-neck t-shirts and her underwear; two could play the stealing clothes game. The petite primary asset had ventured out after many hours of vigorous non-stop intercoursing for a quick food supply jaunt. The hacker lifted up her head and watched her petite firecracker do a criminally sexy slow walk up to the bed while wearing the boots, one of her shirts and her black lace undies while sucking on a lollipop. Root could barely contain her excitement, as Shaw got closer; her bottom wiggled.

“Looks like you’re ready to sleep, don’t have the stamina, huh?” asked Shaw as she placed one heeled boot up on the bed near Root’s head.

“Please, Sameen. I was just resting my eyes…the human eye can only take in so much beauty in one night. Your body has burned out my retinas temporary,” Root leered up and down Shaw’s body, licking her lips several times.

“Resting my eyes is…old people code for napping,” Shaw sucked hard on the lollipop and made a loud slurping noise when she pulled it from her mouth, staring hard at Root.

Shaw leaned down more on her one heeled boot on the bed, which gave Root a great view to a specific part of the petite firecracker’s body she had been worshiping for several hours. The hacker lifted her head up and licked her lips, looking up at her favorite primary asset. Then Shaw swung her other leg onto the bed and stood over Root, she lifted a heeled boot and gently put it on the hacker’s back then added pressure. Root moaned out; there was no point in controlling the volume of her moans now; her favorite primary asset had already made her scream too many times to count during the last couple of hours. Shaw then lowered herself onto Root’s bareback, not sitting completely, just squatting over the hacker. Root began to squirm underneath her, pushing up for more contact.

“I would be surprised if you can walk today,” Shaw sucked on the candy, pulling the lollipop in and out of her mouth hard with a louder slurping noise for added effect.

“You look a little wobbly yourself there,” Root said, smugly thinking of the previous portion of their recent activities when she had Shaw zip tied up in some hard, comprising positions.

“Please, I’m not the one that passed out for 15 seconds,” Shaw thought back to the part where Root had actually passed out for a few seconds.

“That’s only because someone was choking me,” Root pushed up against Shaw again, wanting more contact and seeing if she could flip the petite firecracker over. Shaw stayed firm and solid; there was no flipping the petite primary asset. “Thanks for that, that was a first,” Root wanted to add and hopefully not a last, but again she didn’t want to scare Shaw away or ruin the moment. Shaw was still here, and even though there were no windows in the hatch, it had to be morning by now. And it didn’t appear that Shaw wanted to leave any time soon; she still wanted more, which Root took as a very hopeful sign.

“You want more?” Shaw said in between taking sucks on the lollipop.

“Absolutely,” Root felt Shaw lift up off her and then lower herself again this time pressing herself fully on the hacker’s back sans underwear. Root wondered how Shaw had taken off her underwear when she barely felt the petite primary asset moved off her.

Shaw lifted up and then lowered herself completely onto Root’s back again, which elicited a loud gasp from the hacker from the delicious pressure of skin on skin contact and the weight; also, she could feel how wet her petite firecracker was already again. Shaw was leaving a slick trail up and down Root’s back. Then Shaw got an evil glint in her eye as she took one of the icy chilled water bottles and rolled it up and down the Root’s back.

“Shaw!”

“Considering its almost dawn, I thought you might be thirsty too,” Shaw continued to roll the icy bottle along Root’s back despite her squirming and bucking, she then opened it and took a few big gulps then poured some of the chilled water over the hacker’s back which brought out a yelp.

Root surprised Shaw by bucking her off; the hacker could have surprising body strength at times. Root took one of the water bottles, opened it, and shook it all over Shaw.

The hacker then poured some of the water over Shaw’s lower regions, “You’re right, I am thirsty.” Root then looked over Shaw hungrily. “For you.”

****

“Let’s switch beds. You got this one all wet,” said Shaw as she unhooked one of Root’s legs off her shoulder and lowered it back down on the bed.

“You do have that effect on me,” replied Root in between catching her breath and racing heartbeat.

“And when you spill two entire water bottles all over the bed that also seems to have the same effect,” said Shaw in a hurried tone while pulling Root by her ankles off the bed. She then gruffly pulled the mattress up off the frame and leaned it against the wall. “Maybe it will dry faster.” Shaw grabbed Root and started kissing her. “Let’s go to one of the other bedrooms.”

****

Before they made it to one of the other bedrooms, they took a detour into a large office housing several workstations and server racks. Root was just going to check on the internet outage and make sure it hadn’t gotten worse when Shaw started unwrapping the bed sheet she was wrapped up in. Before she knew it, Shaw had her pinned to the desk, and she knocked a triple monitor display to ground, crashing into the concrete floor, taking a server in the process as well. Despite the sound of the crash and the debris, Root grabbed Shaw’s wrist and threatened her with that damn karaoke performance again if she withdrew her fingers buried deep inside her building again to something she couldn’t control. And then when Root entered Shaw in the same way, the petite primary asset threatened the hacker if she disengaged as well, despite knocking over a rolling dry erase board that took down a framed drawing by Degas; thankfully only a very well crafted replica.

*****

Bear pushed his face against one of the bedroom doors; he pushed until he opened it enough to walk through. He looked over and saw his two female human teammates completely passed out, sleeping on a bed pretty close together. Bear then trotted over to Shaw’s side where her face was close to the edge of the bed, he leaned over and licked the petite primary asset’s face.

“Root, I need five minutes, then I’m ready for another round,” Shaw said in a very mumbled voice into a pillow.

Bear then went over to another end of the bed where Root’s foot was hanging off the edge; he gave it a quick lick then nudged it.

“Hmmm,” Root sleepily moaned out in her drowsy state, she wrapped her arm around Shaw’s waist, and she moved across the short distance between them to fully spoon the shorter woman’s back.

“Root, no spooning,” Shaw groggily demanded, yet it sounded more like an empty threat.

“I spooned you pretty hard last night,” Root said groggily and placed a sleepy kiss on Shaw’s neck.

“You were also forking me at the time, so that doesn’t really count,” despite her verbal protest Shaw did lean back to push harder against Root’s mouth on her neck and to give her better access.

“How about a six-minute spoon?” Root kept kissing the shorter woman’s neck while pressing the full length of her body against Shaw’s backside.

“Three minutes,” Root said firmly.

“Deal,” the word was barely audible as Shaw had fallen back to sleep, all spooned up in Root’s arms.

Before they both knew it, they were both sound asleep in a deep slumber wrapped up in each other’s limbs.

****

Root stood at the state of art stove and flipped pancakes with an apron on and nothing else. Her hair was up in a messy bun, with long strands flowing down around her shoulders, which were littered with bite marks and her neck with new hickeys. She continued flipping pancakes, also keeping an eye on the bacon she was frying. She was so preoccupied that she didn’t hear the whole team enter the hatch and slowly get closer to the kitchen. Everyone stood shocked at the sight of their hacker teammate cooking breakfast in an apron and nothing else, thankfully all the front parts were covered.

“Hey gang, anybody hungry?” Root asked as if nothing was unusual about her lack of clothes.

A sleepy Shaw wandered out wearing one of Reese’s white shirts half open in her black boy shorts with serious sex hair, puffy lips from hours and hours of intense kissing, bruises all over her body, irritating fresh hickey’s up and down her neck and torso. Damn it, Root. She paused as soon as she saw Reese, Finch, Fusco, and Zoe staring at her then going back to stare at Root. She looked at Root completely naked in the apron cooking breakfast and gritted her teeth. Well, she thought there was no way they could spin this situation; somehow, a naked friend/co-worker pancake brunch didn’t seem believable Shaw thought.

Root piled up a stack of pancakes on a plate. As Root turned around her entire naked backside was showing to the team, she sauntered over to Shaw. Fusco watched Root with big wide eyes until Shaw gave him a death stare. Root handed off the plate of pancakes to Shaw as she passed her by and continued on walking to one of the bedrooms. Fusco stared after Root with his mouth hanging open; suddenly, a pancake hit his face. Shaw turned around, followed after Root down the hallway, leaving behind her slightly stunned teammates.

“Geesh Shaw, did the storm knock your pants off?” Fusco called out after Shaw; he couldn’t help ribbing his fake wife.

Fusco was having fun seeing his two female teammates caught red-handed. He didn’t need to investigate any further; he’s never had a co-worker or friend make him breakfast naked so pretty proof positive that his two teammates were totally doing each other. He thought to himself ‘Way to go Cocoa Puffs for hanging in there’ and ‘Cocoa Puffs got Shorty for the whole stormy night.’

“Ms. Groves? Ms. Shaw? After the two of you are uh...properly assembled, we need to speak on an urgent matter,” Finch called out after his two female teammates while taking a quick survey of the kitchen. There appeared to be whip cream covering the lower half of the cabinets. Bear wandered out into the kitchen; he sniffed the cabinets then started licking the whipped cream off of them.

“Bear stoppen likken de kast,” said Finch while making a slightly disgusted, annoyed face.