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Author's Note: ... uhm, more like warning: Y'all should know by now that when the Scribe and I get together and write, the results are usually not fit to be read in a public place ...
Jimmy sighed. "Ellie, you know I can't talk about the case! Mike would have my hide!"
"Oh, come on, Jimmy, just give me something! My producer's been hounding me!" Elena Rose smiled gently. Jimmy groaned. "Jimmy, I'm you're big sister — "
Jimmy snorted. "Yeah, and Mike's my boss, signs my paychecks and carries a big gun. No story, sis!"
"Hi, honey!"
Mike took one look at the candlelight dinner, sexy little red dress, and just knew his wife was up to something. But Chris Larabee didn't raise any fools ...
Elena studied her sated husband as they lay sprawled in bed. "So, honey, how's the case going?"
Michael didn't answer as she kissed her way across his chest. "Baby, being nice isn't going to get me on the record."
She pouted, then smiled, moving lower. "Not even if I'm really nice?"
He gasped.
"Dad, how the hell did you keep things from mom?!?!? Ellie's always trying to get me to talk about my cases!"
Chris watched in amusement as his son paced before him. Then he smiled. . .well, more like smirked. "I just kept your mother very ... busy."
Mike hooted. "Damn, Dad, better not let Mom hear you say that!"
At that moment Mary, Alex, Vin, Ezra and Julia breezed into the kitchen.
Mary smiled, patting Chris' chest. "That's okay, Mike, your dad talks in his sleep."
Chris' jaw dropped. "The hell I do!" He glared at Vin and Ezra, who were laughing.
"Him too?" Alex said a little too sweetly as she glanced at her husband. Vin went red. He knew exactly what he said in sleep thanks to his wife's ... inventiveness in proving it.
Mary smiled and nodded. "Did Vin or Ezra ever tell you two about the time they went undercover as transvestites?"
"Awww hell!" Vin and Ezra groaned.
With jaws dropped, Alex and Julia turned in unison to their husbands. Vin and Ezra, in turn, glared at Chris, their hands going towards their guns.
Chris held up his hands in defeat. "You can't blame a man for what he does in his sleep, can you?!?!?!"
Mary leered at her husband. "But, Chris, those are some of your best moments."
Mike groaned, holding his hands over his ears. "I'm not hearing this! I'm too young to hear this stuff!"
"But, Mike, honey," Mary patted her son's chest. "You're thirty."
He snorted. "Going on ninety if you keep this up!"
"Up?" Chris grinned evilly. "That's not a problem either."
The others hooted even as Mike groaned. "That's it! I'm going to have to blind myself to forget that picture!"
Mary patted his cheek. "That's okay, honey, at least now you have something to tell the ATF shrink."
Everyone laughed ... well, except Mike.
The End
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