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"Hey, Colby, how'd it go?"

"I fucked up, David."

"What happened? Did you get to asking her out, at least?"

"I tried to kiss her."

"Tried?"

"Uh, yeah. She kinda... pulled away?"

"So she's not interested."

"Well... I dunno. It seems more complicated than that."

"More complicated than you tried to kiss her and she shot you down?"

"Uh, yeah. First of all, she, uh, tried to kiss me. I think."

"You think."

"Well, yeah. I mean, I was thinking about it, but I don't think I initiated it."

"But you don't know for sure."

"Right."

"You were actually there, weren't you?"

"Yeah, David. It was just... It was complicated. I said something stupid--"

"Shocked."

"Bite me. And the next thing I know, she's talking about Phil and then she's going in for a kiss.. And then we're watching Wheel of Fortune."

"I'm actually speechless. She turned you down for Pat Sajak?"

"Guess I was wrong about that worst case scenario."

"I don't know what to tell you, man."

"Eh, I'll survive. At least everything seems to be cool between us."

"So she's still staying at your place?"

"They had to rip up the kitchen floor in her apartment. Her maintenance guy is gonna give her a call when it's ready."

"So you might get another chance."

"Another chance to blow it?"

"You know, I'm starting to find a new appreciation for the old, dateless Colby Granger. At least he only whined about paperwork and foot chases. This new you is kind of pathetic. You finally find a girl who meets your ridiculous standards and, for some unknown reason, is willing to put up with your shit, and you can't even try to visualize success?"

"Wow. You've got strong feelings about this."

"I'm the one who has to listen to all your crap."

"Just you wait, David. Someday it's gonna be your turn."

"Already is."

"You don't--Wait. What?"

"I'm seeing someone, Colby."

"And you didn't tell me about it?"

"I, uh, it hasn't come up."

"Then you bring it up. You don't leave me out of the loop. Who is she? Where did you meet her? Does Megan know? Tell me you didn't tell Megan first."

"Relax. Megan doesn't know yet. No one does. Except you now. She works in the medical examiner's office."

"What is it with you and coroners, man?"

"She's not a coroner. She's a clerk. Her name's Rita."

"It's gonna take me a while to process this. I mean, you were sneaking around behind my back. The loss of trust is... it's huge, man. I'm not gonna lie to you."

"Yeah, almost as bad me turning out to be a triple agent who spent two years lying to your face--oh, wait. That wasn't me. That was you."

"You are never gonna forget that, are you?"

"I'm pretty sure I've got at least five years worth of mileage left on that one."

"Crap, David, I'm gettin' another call. I've gotta go."

"Caroline?"

"Liz."

"Ah. Work related. Talk to you later, man."

"See ya."


~*~*~



"Hey, Roger," Colby said, poking his head inside the kitchen as Roger Bloom backed up to let him in.

"Colby. It's been a while."

"Yeah," said Colby. "I've been, uh, a little tied up with an unexpected house guest." He'd fallen into the habit of stopping by Roger's house for breakfast on the weekends when he didn't have to work. Their relationship was more casual than Colby had had with his own father, but it still felt like a piece of that void that had been there since he was fifteen had been filled. After that discussion with Caroline the other night, before the almost-kiss he'd been trying to forget, he felt that seeing Roger would do him some good.

"Family?" said Roger, returning to the stove. He reached for the egg carton on the counter, adding more without complaint. Colby never had to give Roger a heads up when he was coming over, and in spite of Roger's good-natured bitching, it never seemed to matter.

"Nah. I still can't get any of them on a plane out from Idaho. Just a friend. She's having some work done on her apartment."

"She's having some work done on her apartment," said Roger.

"Is that bacon I smell?"

"Not a subtle change of topic," said Roger. "But yes, it is. You can put the coffee on."

"Yes, sir," Colby said, thumbing through the cabinet for the coffee filters. "Well, she was a house guest, but she's gone now. I got home from work last night to a note that said her landlord called, told her the place was all set to move back in." He tried to say it lightly, like he didn't really care. The ease with which he'd lied while spying seemed to have fled him somehow.

"And your loneliness drove you to visit me. I'm flattered."

"Oh, come on. It's not like that. But I had to be a good host."

"I'll bet you did. This friend of yours, is she pretty?"

"Yeah." Even though he didn't want to, Colby grinned, and he looked down at the coffee mugs he'd just set on the counter.

"Uh huh. Well, good for you, Colby. You let the FBI become your whole life and you end up like me," said Roger. "Not that I'm complaining, but sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have grandkids stopping by every now and then."

"Whoa, whoa. Caroline's just a friend," said Colby. "Kids are... That's a totally different topic. That's just... Wow, no. Not even on the radar yet."

"Aha. So you're lacking the courage to ask her out," Roger said.

Colby rubbed the bridge of his nose and snorted. "Something like that," he said.

"I see. What's this girl do for a living?"

"She, uh, used to be a park ranger. She just moved back to L.A. and now she's doing some consulting work."

"You can give her my sympathies," said Roger.

"Yeah," Colby said. "I don't think it's something she's looking to keep up permanently. Her husband died a couple years back. They used to work together up in the mountains. She's trying to figure out what she wants to do now."

Roger forked the bacon out of the pan and onto a plate. "And where do you fit into all that?"

Colby slid a plate and some silverware over to Roger's seat, then sat down at the table. "I don't."

Roger unfolded his napkin, spreading it across his lap as he slid into his seat. When he looked up, his smile was conspiratorial. "And just how do you intend to change all that?"


~*~*~



"Hey, Care, it's me. I, uh, haven't heard from you in a few days, and I just wanted to see if, you know, Manuel did a decent job with the new kitchen floor and everything. Give me a call when you get a chance."

Colby tucked the phone back into his pocket and frowned. He hadn't thought things were that awkward between them after the failed kissing attempt, but two days had passed now without a word from her. Two days. He shook his head. He was getting pathetic. It wasn't as if they both didn't have lives and jobs. Was he really expecting her to call him daily?

"Hey, Idaho," Nikki called as she finished strapping on her vest. "Are you gonna have my back in here or do I have to call for someone who showed up for work today physically and mentally?"

"I'm comin'," Colby said, rolling his eyes as he started trotting along behind her. He reached for his gun. "You're mean when you have to take down the bad guys before your third cup of coffee."

"You know it," Nikki said, smiling over her shoulder at him as she readied her gun just outside the heavily bolted door. She nodded at the team they'd brought with them. "Go!"

Focused solely on the job at hand now, Colby followed her inside.

"FBI! Get down on the ground!"








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