Syn pulled his boxers on and quietly left the bedroom, walking angrily to the kitchen. He turned the corner and wanted to throw a shit-fit at the sight before him. Day was standing at his stove loading some type of egg dish onto a plate before turning and setting it in front of God. God folded down one side of his newspaper, peering at Syn from behind it.Well good morning, sunshine, Day said way too cheerily for five-fucking-a.m. We brought breakfast.Syn clenched his jaw, trying not to yell at his superior officers. Have you two lost your fuckin minds? Come on. Its, its ... early. Syn turned his wrist, forgetting he didnt have his watch on yet. Damn, you guys are always at the office, or at a crime scene, or over fucking here at god-awful hours.Oh, its early? Day said disbelievingly. God shrugged like he hadnt realized either.Seriously. When the fuck do you guys sleep?Never, God said nonchalantly.When do you fuck? Syn snapped.Always, Day quipped. Just did thirty minutes ago. Nice couch by the way, real comfy, sorry for the stain. Syn tiredly flipped Day off.Dont be pissed, Day sing-songed. A dab of Shout will get that right out.Syn rubbed angrily at his tired eyes, growling, Day.Hes not in a joking mood, sweetheart, God said from behind his paper. You know we didnt fuck on your couch so calm the hell down. Damn youre moody in the morning. Unless ... We werent interrupting anything, were we? So, hows porn boy? Gods gruff voice filled the kitchen, making Syn cringe.First of all. Dont fucking call him that, ever, and damnit God. Lower your voice. Shit. Hes still asleep, Syn berated his Lieutenant, who didnt look the slightest bit fazed by Syns irritation. You guys could let him sleep, hes had a rough night, ya know.Day leaned his chest against Gods large back, draping his arms over his shoulders. Oh damn, what kind of friends are we? It was rough, huh? Day looked apologetic.Yes, it was, Day. He justTry water-based lube next time, Day interrupted, causing God to choke on his eggs.Day, fuck. Syn tried not to grin, but when he thought about it, it really was funny.I knew Id get you to smile. Have some breakfast Sarge, we gotta go question the crazy chicks. You know how much people feel like sharing when theyve spent a night in jail.Damn. Alright, just let meWow. Something smells great. Furis deep voice reached them from down the hall as he made his way to the kitchen. You cook babe? Who knew? Ill have the Gladiator portion. Furi used his best Roman accent as he sauntered into the kitchen with his hands on hips and his head high.Syn turned just as Furi noticed God and Day.Oh, fuck, shit, Jesus Christ! Furi stumbled, his eyes darting wildly between all of them. Damn, Im so sorry. Furi looked at Syn trying to gauge exactly how much hed fucked up just now.Syn smiled at him and Furi immediately lost the horrified expression. Syn held his hand out and mouthed to him 'it's okay.