Laurel's P.O.V.

He didn't ask for a heartfelt confession. He didn't ask anything from me, just to never ask but again. I honestly didn't know how to feel. Part of me wanted to be happy and another knew that this was just a fantasy.

"You okay?" Zachary asked from beside me on the couch. "Yeah just tired I guess." I was going to get up and go to my room but instead he pulled me into his embrace. "Zachary, let me go." I tried to get up but I knew that it was no use.

"Just a little longer." By this point he was running his hand through my hair soothingly practically lulling me to sleep. "Fine. Five more minutes." I relaxed into his hold and before I knew it I was asleep.

3rd person P.O.V.

Tom, Nate, Chris, Masoch, and Sam all decided to sneak in the living area to see what the two lovebirds were up to. Not without a camera, or two, more like every camera in the building so about fifteen.

They snuck through the door, peeping each of there heads through with Tomon top followed by Chris, Nate, Masoch, and Sam on the bottom. They decided to try and do the cool spy thing where you roll over and end up at the back of the couch.

Tom went first, hitting the couch a bit but still managed to not wake the sleeping people. Next went Chris, who ended up a few feet away from his destination. Once he crawled over Nate went, and ended up just walking over and sitting down next to them. Somehow, someway, he didn't see the sleeping forms of the boss and woman.

It was Masoch's turn now. Of course he had to hum the James Bond theme as he looked around and pretended to be holding a gun. He finally managed to roll over, bumping his head in the process.

Sam was next of course and the last to go. "Um guys..." He being the only smart one apparently had seen the sleeping forms on the couch and didn't feel like disturbing them.

"Shhh!" The over excited men shushed him. He tried to argue again, but knew better. Instead of getting yelled at by Tom, who would wake up boss, causing even more yelling, not to mention some slaps from the Sleeping Beauty. She was gorgeous asleep but awake... don't be the one to wake her up.

He quietly rolled over, doing the second best besides Tom. The so called leader if the mission, Tom, though noone voted, or anything like that he just took the lead, came up with a plan. They all nodded except for Sam who decided it was best to just stay out of the way.

Nate peered over the side of the couch, but didn't see anyone. "Clear." Masoch made the buzzing sound from those shock things in hospital earning a hit on the back of the head from Chris. "Just go." Nate said trying to get some sense knocked into that dumb blonde.

Masoch yet again hummed James Bond, the stupidest version ever, and rolled over to the office door with Chris. Once they made it over they pushed the door open the slightest bit trying to not be too loud. Once they saw it was clear they entered.

"Code green." Chris said into the walki talki after checking the room. Yes, a walki talki, that Tom had a surplus of. For some reason. Masoch quickly made it over to his boss's room and opened the door. If I find them in here I might hurl. Was all the idiot could think about. "Code green." After finding it empty he reported to the so called leader secretly happy about the absence in the bedroom.

Back in the living room Tom got the message and found it strange. But it's eleven o'clock. He brushed it off and made Nate roll over to the kitchen to check it out. Much to his displeasure, Nate did it anyway, for some reason he decided to join the others at being a total douche bag.

Once in the kitchen Nate noticed a strange cleanness to it. "Code green." He called into the talki making sure to check out every corner of the place.

Tom received the message in seconds and sent Sam to check out Laurel's room. "Tom, check the couch." Sam said standing up. "What? Why?" Tom stood up and peered over to see the sleeping forms and felt stupid. "All in code black." He called in the talki and within seconds everyone was looking at the couple surprised by there own stupidness.

"How did we-"

"But I-"

"This makes no-"

"Who found them?" Chris asked the final question which made everyone look at Tom. Blushing the man pointed to Sam who stood triumphantly next to him.

Without further question they began to take pictures of there boss laying on his back with Laurel on top with her head against his chest. They had no hesitation with taking the pictures and by the time they finished all the space in every camera was filled.

They each happily skipped, yes skipped like little school girls out the room to give the others there camera's filled with the photos. Chris, along with Nate and Sam went straight to the computer and printed the best out.

Tom and Masoch instead went to go buy frames for the million pictures. This was one heck of a blackmail. Even more fun than the one of Masoch and Nate cuddling in the car after a loooonnnngggggg day.

Even though they were planning blackmail, each man secretly hoped for the two to get together. Of course none of them would admit that.

After everything was printed, framed, and most were sold each decided to call it a night.

God, they look cute...
-Chris

Good for them. Took 'em long enough...
-Tom

Sweet dreams to the sweet couple...
-Nate

I really want to re watch those James Bond movies now, maybe after I sell a few more pictures of the #1 couple...
-Masoch (obviously)

Go team Laurary, or Zachel. Yeah Zachel...
-Sam

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Yes, I shipped it.

Anyway decided to give the fierce five a chance, it was funny right? If it was funny please tell me. I'd like to know.

Anyway I didn't have WIFI for a week so sorry about that.

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