As Worick trudged up the stairs to the apartment, he swore to himself he'd never take another job to find a cheating lover ever again. He'd gotten all the way to the client's house only to find her and her husband had made up, and there was nothing for him to be paid for.

"At least I have Alex's cooking to look forward to..." He sighed as he opened the door. It took him a moment after plunking down on the couch next to Nic that not only was there obviously no food being cooked, Alex wasn't even home.

"Where's Alex?" He asked after nudging Nic with his elbow to get his attention.