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Fourth Sin, Friday Night--OPEN

Jarod and M were at the computer. They were playing a rousing game of "Let's pick the kitten up off the keyboard and move her to the desk when she wanders across it, since she doesn't seem to want to learn how to type."

He looked at the picture of his mother, still laying on the desk. Much as he wanted to, he couldn't put it up on a website with the current security, even on his laptop. Someone from the Centre would be sure to be looking for it.

So, he was tightening the Sin's computer security. Again. He may have also glanced at the clock occasionally. But not because Parker was due back that day. Not at all.

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*riiiiiiing*

"Fourth Sin, Jarod speaking."

"Hey. I'm back." Parker unpacked a few shoes from her suitcase, and settled Esme back in her hutch. "How's Agent M?"

"Well, your nefarious plan to keep me awake nights is working. Did you plan to have her feet fit precisely on each eyeball? Plus, she likes to wake me up by sitting on my forehead."

He smiled and leaned back in his chair. "How was the rest of your trip?"

"Yes!" Parker made a victory sign out the window in th direction of Caritas. "The last part is her own variation, but I have to say I approve. Niiice approach."

"It was... interesting. Angelo says 'hi'. Or, well, he says, 'Cracker Jack', and there's an enormous Magic Eye puzzle he generated for you in my luggage. Sydney's doing okay. We had lunch yesterday." Her voice lowered. "I keep forgetting that he's getting older. But I really wish he would quit. He's looking too tired."

"As for the rest, I have phone numbers for guys in three different countries, and invitations to stay for parts of the summer. So not a complete bust."

"I'm calling the SPCA on you," Jarod chuckled. "Teaching horrible tricks to an innocent kitten."

"Is Angelo well?" He sighed. He'd been enjoying his freedom, but Angelo and the others deserved their freedom just as much as he did. He'd have to work on that, if he could figure out how to do it without endangering Sydney. "He's been looking that way for a while now, Parker. The Centre creates insomniacs."

"I'm impressed." He smirked, then realized the implications. "You're not staying here for the summer?"

"I don't know," Parker said, idly kicking aside a handbag, and pulling out a few more clothes from another. "Daddy was making noises about another summer camp, or maybe Paris. But I didn't want to push. I'm hoping he won't remember it in a few months."

"And I'm hoping Sydney can come visit, sometime this semester. Maybe we can talk him into retiring." She sighed. "Or something."

"Summer camp? Like an outdoor summer camp? They have mud there, you know, Parker. Your designer wardrobe would be ruined."

Once again, he found himself biting his tongue where Parker's father was concerned. Until he had proof, she wouldn't believe him anyway.

"Maybe," Jarod hedged. Sydney wouldn't retire. He had nothing else.

"Maybe," Parker echoed, no more convinced. "And the last camp he sent me to was an art camp. Although I'm hideously afraid that this time he'll go for some type of Marine camp in order to make me tougher than the Sweepers. I really don't want that. I may take martial arts this semester so he doesn't feel compelled to follow up on that." She sighed. "Listen, what are you doing for New Year's?"

"You're already tougher than the Sweepers. You don't need to be a Cleaner. And didn't you already learn martial arts?"

Jarod seemed surprised by the question. "New Year's? Nothing that I know of."

"I'm only at a brown belt level. And I think he wants it to be black belt. And possibly, another variety of martial art on top of that." Parker made a face. "Not that I wouldn't like that, but I don't know who he'd hire to teach me, so...."

"I heard that Lorne's giving a party at Caritas. I hope I see you there." Parker grins. "If only for the fun of watching your face during the festivities."

"Is there someone good enough at the school to get you to that level? You wouldn't want to waste your time."

"Festivities? Is this a mistletoe occasion?" M curled up right in the middle of the keyboard and made herself at home. He lifted her off, but she walked casually back over to the keyboard and laid down again. "I guess I could show up."

"I've heard Coach MacLeod is good, but I'd have to cross-examine him a bit. The only thing I know about him is that he's friends with Dr. Pierson, which at least argues for being serious about what he does. ~~Or maybe he just likes to hang out with the hot guy.~~"

"Not mistletoe. Alcohol. And kissing at midnight." Parker grinned. "I have a standing offer from someone, but I like to watch other people make fools of themselves on this occasion. I don't know if Lorne's going to allow booze in Caritas, but even if he doesn't, I'd bet there will be an after-party somewhere. Unless he has you working?"

"Well, as long as you have someone. I haven't seen a sensai in town."

"I'm noticing a trend," he remarked dryly. "Are all the traditions connected to the holidays related to kissing?"

"No, I'm not working."

"Cool, then I expect you to be there." Parker flopped down on her bed. "And... hunh. Now that you mention it... at least the next two have kissing themes as well. Valentine's Day and St. Patrick's Day do too. I'm beginning to find holidays suspect now."

"I guess I'll be there, then," he said. "Maybe it's a conspiracy? I wonder where you'd find out the information like that?"

"Good night, Jarod," Parker sing-songed. "And ask your employers, maybe Becky would know." She grinned.

"Good night, Parker," he murmured. "Sleep well."

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