I feel like this one is a little short, guys, and I apologize. Also, sorry about keeping you waiting. It took me forever to get back into writing these, and when I do, I usually write about what I'm watching. I guarantee that it'll flow a lot easier when (if) season 4 starts up. (I have no idea how that's going or if it's happening.) And I promise, the next chapter will be longer with hopefully a bit more stuff happening, more talking, and maybe a bit of good old fashioned smut.

"So, I'm you and you're me. That's interesting, aye Jinks?" Pete asked, his hand reaching for, well, his actual hand across the table.

"That's not the weirdest thing going on here, Pete." His head turned once again, taking in the sight that Pete had created for their date. A space in the Warehouse had been cleared, a table for two set in the center with a lily-white cloth over it, and a vase with a single lily in it. It was tasteful and pristine. The air was sparkling in glittering lights that had no source and snowfall around them in a circle. "How'd you make all this happen?"

"Oh, a few artifacts here and there. Claudia used them for Christmas and I figured they'd make a perfect date setting for us. I mean, middle of nowhere, hot all the time, I want the snow back and I figured we could use it after dinner."

"Dinner? I know what I want," Steve responded, giving his best attempt to start dirty talk, figuring that Pete would respond very enthusiastically to it.

He was rewarded with one of Pete's smiles, somehow managing to travel with Pete to Jinks' body. Not the infamous cocky "I'm a comedic legend" or "I'm so awesome" smiles, but the smile of relief and joy after something turned out right. It was the sweetest smile he could muster, and Jinks practically swooned because of it, not sure if it was his mind or Pete's body that enjoyed it so much.

It had taken Pete a total of one hour to set up this dinner, making sure that Myka was out and about, off duty and enjoying a book. He'd explained that he was going to see a bit more of the Warehouse with "Pete" and that they'd keep an eye on things. Now, here they were holding hands across a table in the most marvelous building of wonders that existed, and they were alone, and they were happy.

His smile broadened as he recalled asking Jinks on a real, proper date only a matter of hours earlier. He could still feel the bundle of nerves in him, and he couldn't help but be happy.

After target practice, a quick tour of the key points, and a few games with an artifact or two, Pete had driven Jinks back to the B&B telling him to put on something from his closet that Jinks thought looked good and meet him at the Warehouse at 8 pm sharp, giving him 3 hours to prepare. First he had Lena help him prepare a meal. She knew what it was for, at its most base root, and smiled at Pete throughout the process, glad that he had found someone he could share with.

As soon as it was finished he was in his room, well, Jinks' room which he was glad to see was empty, meaning that Jinks was in his room, getting ready. He contemplated a shower, but decided it was too much of a breach, this early in the situation, and instead settled for washing his face and hands at the sink, and using the items he found in Jinks' bathroom; his deodorant, hairspray, toothbrush, etc, before going to the main room and taking his turn to snoop, which Jinks had confessed to earlier. After looking through a box he realized that Jinks was still barely unpacked. Rather than strictly snoop, he decided to kill his spare time and unpacking. The only open boxes were full of clothes, the one he'd opened full of movies.

He began unpacking shirts, letting his fingers travel the creases on the shirts, folding and unfolding them, hanging them up for the man via color, before moving on to suit jackets, coats, blazers, and the like.

"Jinks, you are... incredibly organized," he whispered, finally reaching a box of something other than tops. After removing the top pair of jeans, however, he smiled. "Oh Jinksy, you naughty man." The box was full of his underwear. Strictly his underwear, nothing else but the pair of jeans. He wanted so badly to touch, unpacking them and feeling them, knowing that Jinks had been in them, but he had already spent too much time, hadn't changed, and needed to finish up for the date. So, rather than thinking with his dick, he let his head focus as he admired Jinks' wardrobe. He left the black trousers on that Jinks had been wearing before they switched, but he threw off the plain white shirt and jacket in favor of a navy blue button-down, so soft and smooth and light that Pete thought it might be silk, and covered it with a black suit jacket.

After a few moments of fixing himself so everything was perfect he made his way to the SUV, after checking in on Jinks in his room. The younger man was tossing ties and shirts through the room, trying to make the perfect statement with Pete's body. Rather than linger, he hurried to the Warehouse, food in tow, and set up for their date, less than an hour away.

He'd taken twenty minutes to set everything up, and then another 10 to find the griffon statues and set them at the table. An enchanted candlestick that made the fire produce sparks of passion, and the table was set.

"Dinner's perfect, Pete," Jinks said, his hand reaching to stroke the other man's palm. A brush of his thumb led to their hands grasping and, as the candle burned brighter, their lips met in a sweet embrace that was as erotic as the best sex they'd each had, but was as comforting as the feeling of coming home with the scent of cookies in the air. "You know, this might be better if I could feel you on my lips," Jinks teased, his hands brushing the other man's cheek as he came up for a quick breath.

"Way ahead of you," was all Pete said as he pulled the statues from a shelf behind him. "Ready?" he asked, situating a figure before each of them so they could change them.

"Ready." With a yellow spark, they switched the heads, completing the pieces as they were meant to be, Jinks smiling as he saw Pete, the real Pete in his real body, standing before him with a look of bliss in his eyes.

"Care to try that kiss again, Agent Lattimer?"