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Martin shivered and pulled the covers higher over his head, the sound of rain pattering insistently on the windows hadn't ceased all night. Several times during the night, the sound of thunder had woken Martin from sleep, only for the rain to lull him back to sleep again.

"You know, we're going to have to get up at some point," Jack pointed out, his voice muffled through the quilt.

"Why?" Martin asked, almost petulantly, poking his head out just enough that he could see Jack.

"Because we have work and if we don't turn in, someone will come looking..." Jack said.

"But I'm comfortable and warm... out there is cold and wet and miserable... wouldn't you rather stay here..." Martin asked, his voice tinted with suggestiveness.

Jack shook his head. "You're not going to distract me... we have to get up."

"Not getting up. Staying here. I quit," Martin insisted.

Jack chuckled. "Come on... it's Friday, unless we pull a hot case, we'll have all weekend off... we can cuddle up in bed and not move..."

"Yeah?" Martin asked hopefully.

"I'll even bring you breakfast in bed..." Jack promised.

"And lunch and dinner?" Martin poked his head up more, grinning slightly.

"And desert," Jack promised with a chuckle.

"I'm holding you too it," Martin said, leaning in to give Jack a kiss.

"Do I get a say..." Danny asked, poking his head up on the other side of Martin, his hair mussed, eyes squinting disapprovingly.

"You get to say if you want to be smothered in cream or chocolate sauce," Jack said.

"Hmmm... I'd rather have chocolate covered Jack," Danny said.

Martin nodded. "I could get onboard with that," he agreed.

"If that's what it takes to get you to out of bed and off to work, you can cover me in whatever you want," Jack said, grinning exasperatedly.

"Holding you too it," Danny said.

"I'm not above using my cuffs if I have to," Martin said.

"Oh that's a thought," Danny agreed.

"No. No way... come on, both of you, up," Jack insisted.

"But Jack... we are up," Martin grinned, pressing himself closer to Jack.

"Not what I meant," Jack said, biting his lip when Martin rubbed against him. "You two..."

"Yes?" Danny asked, huskily, leaning forward to nibble at Martin's now exposed neck.

"If we're late..."

"Yes?" Martin said.

"We'd just better not be late," Jack said, giving in, pulling Martin close as the other hand reached out to touch Danny.

"We won't be..." Danny assured.


"You were late this morning," Viv commented lightly.

"Car trouble," Jack said.

"Must be going around..." she said.

Jack looked up. "Huh?"

Viv gave him a knowing look. "Martin and Danny said the same thing."

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