Cinnamon

"Uh oh."

"What?" Gillian looked at him in trepidation. "Cal! What is it?"

"Uh oh," he said again. This time he smirked a little and ran a hand sheepishly through his hair. "I may have... Oh, that is just too funny!"

"Cal!"

"Oh! Uh, sorry love. I just realised I gave Loker the wrong address." Cal grinned.

Some of the tension in Gillian's body left her. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, sighed and then opened them again. "Where did you send him?"

"You know how there was that case a few weeks back with the gay bar?"

Gillian's eyes widened.

"Yeah. Well," Cal said. "Right about now, our dear boy will be asking about in there for a stripper by the name of Cinnamon."

"Let me guess. You didn't tell him Cinnamon isn't a woman?" She put her hands on her hips and watched his expression carefully.

There was a tell tale flicker of muscles in his face and a glimmering in his eyes. Cal slowly shakes his head. "Nope!"

"Uh oh," Gillian said, unable to hide her amusement.

"Uh oh, indeed. Pretty boy like Loker, he's gonna find himself a doughnut shop worth of Cinnamon's!"

fin.