Anote: Set in Season 1.

Chapter 3- Lawson and Lawson

Boris had just settled down in an easy chair on the terrace, groaning as he sank into its comfortable embrace.

'What a day,' he murmured, as he sipped the tea that he had just assembled. His kitchen staff had been appalled when he walked in and reached for a cup and the tea kettle. The financier smiled into the cup, but then frowned. He had wanted some company tonight, but not the type that felt obliged to speak to you. With another sigh, he stared out at the lonely night.

Just then, the millionaire was startled as a shadow darted across the lawn, towing a bright yellow balloon behind it.

'Hello there?' he called out automatically.

The shadow returned and materialised into a woman; Ms Katdare to be precise.

'Sir!' she said excitedly, with a huge smile and a laugh, 'come, come Hank's almost home.'

Boris raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding.

'Come we have to take our places,' as she pointed with her balloon and her shoes which she carried in one hand.

Boris raised his hand, 'Ms. Katdare…'

But the woman would not be denied and she grabbed hold of his arm and pulled him along, 'Hurry! Hurry! Look there's his car. Oh God, Evan will kill us if we ruin the surprise.'

Quickly she pulled him along, ducking behind bushes and trees to avoid detection, and soon Boris found himself in a small huddle of people in the dark.

'Quiet! Quiet! Evan complained, 'Jeez. You would think none of you ever attended a surprise birthday party. Thank you for joining us, Divya. I swear you would be late for your own funeral. '

'Hi, sir,' Jill whispered with a shy smile, as she tucked a noisemaker into Boris' hand, 'sorry, there's no stopping Evan when he's like this.'

'Who has the cake?' Evan hissed thunderously, 'who has the cake?'

'I've got the cake,' Raj rumbled reassuringly from the left, 'Calm down, Evan.'

Boris rolled his eyes internally. His life at Shadowpond used to be so calm and orderly and then he met the duo that were Lawson and Lawson. Nothing would be the same again.

'Okay everybody, get ready,' Evan whispered one final time as Hank's voice echoed through the house calling for his brother, 'On three!'

'On three, or after three?' Tucker asked mischievously, throwing Evan in a panic. The harassed party planner, was just about to pounce and strangle their youngest guest, when Hank casually strolled in the kitchen reading a file; completely unaware of their presence.

Boris couldn't help but smile as Hank's family and friends all rushed out of the bushes in a burst of colour, noise and good cheer, 'Happy Birthday, Hank!'