AN: I still don't own anything from Eureka. They're safe and sound with Syfy.

These are a few behind-the-scenes moments that I thought I'd play with. I've got about 4 in the pipeline so we'll see how it goes. They're all from Zane's POV and although this first one is short (the muse dug its heels in), the rest are somewhat longer, whether that's a good or bad thing. Hopefully, I'll get them all up this week but here's the first two to get things started. There's a little bit of potty mouth throughout but nothing too frequent or extreme. Enjoy and thanks for reading. ~Y~

Another day, another run-in with that bitch Lupo. Well, technically it had been Carter who had thrown him in the slammer this time but it was Lupo he sent to make sure he was behaving himself. She must have lost a bet or something if she was babysitting him when Founder's Day activities were going on.

He was surprised she wasn't storming around micro-managing every goddamn step any of the GD scientists were taking. That was just her way. If he thought she was bad when she was still the town deputy, she became completely impossible once she got the job as GD's Enforcer under Director Fargo. She was constantly nosing around, practically willing things to bust him on. At one time he even entertained the notion that it was her repressed, passive aggressive way of showing interest in him. The best he could tell, she didn't date almost at all, or at least no one was talking about it. So why not him, given his vocal and enthusiastic appreciation for her assets?

A taser-burn in the ass relieved him of that notion.

Something had definitely been off with her today. First, she had on some old-fashioned uniform, presumably for Founder's Day. Like he could ever imagine her dressing up for anything. Well, he could certainly fantasize about her dressing up. In fact, long ago, he had sent her a few suggestions and an offer to provide up-close and personal feedback. That had gone over spectacularly.

Then there were her ridiculous attempts to punk him by spouting off some nonsense about marrying him. That had come out of left field as she hadn't used that tactic in forever. And usually when she had him locked up, she relished taunting him with snide comments and mild threats of hauling him back to prison. But she had just sat there silently for the longest time, stewing over something in that stupid, oversized uniform that swallowed all her best features. For the first time ever, she had seemed emotional about something, not her usual stoic, cold bitch front. Whatever. Not his problem.

She still had that look about her when he saw her again a while later. She was practically stomping down the street with Douglas Douchbag Fargo in tow, both of them looking uncharacteristically casual. And, of course, every time he saw her like that, with the tight-fitting jeans and soft, un-Enforcer-like colors, it hit him right in the groin. It was so annoying. He thought about going over to start something. That would no doubt make him feel better. But he had spent enough time in that jail cell today. And something about Lupo right now unnerved him.

It was probably best to lie low for a while and stay off the grid. Besides, he had more important things to think about - like the blonde Ph.D. heading his way with a most promising air of seduction about her. He smiled anticipating the evening to come. The doctors were definitely in.

TBC...