Frank's POV. "What the fuck is your problem?" I yelled as soon as I entered work the next day, looking straight at Gerard.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I yelled as soon as I entered work the next day, looking straight at Gerard.

"Excuse me?" Gerard asked. "Frank are you on something?" he asked, trying to joke.

"Stop pissing around. Get in my office now," I ordered him. Looking puzzled, he walked into my office. I walked right behind him. I was fuming. Slamming the office door hard so that the whole fucking building shook, I locked the door and glared at him angrily.

"Why're you so angry all of a sudden?" Gerard asked. "Yesterday you were so intent on us being together," he spoke, his voice hushed as we could see a shadow under the door, suggesting that someone was eavesdropping.

"Excuse me for a second," I spoke, rushing over to the door and opening it, to reveal Erica with her ear to the door.

"Oh my god, you gave me a heart attack!" Erica exclaimed.

"Piss off!" I snapped at her angrily. She looked horrified at what I'd said to her and went away immediately, probably to bitch about me to Mimi.

Closing the door and locking it, I walked back over to Gerard. He stood there awkwardly and had a confused look on his face. But I had every right to be angry.

"So what's this all about then?" he asked me.

"Why did you do it? Why did you tell the police that you didn't want to work with me anymore? Why did you tell them that The Dark Ninja and The Skeleton should have their own cases and jobs now and should no longer work together?" I asked him. "I was looking forward to spending time with you yesterday and it fucking blew up in my face. I didn't have your invisibility to protect me. I fuckin' got beat up," I said, pulling up my shirt and revealing a huge bruise on my stomach. I looked Gerard straight in the eyes and saw that they were ridden with guilt and sadness.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted time to think. How would you feel if the guy who made your life hell everyday was the same guy who you were dating?" he asked me.

"That's no excuse. I fucking love you Gerard. I love you. I'm sorry about everything that happened at work. What happened to me being the only guy other than your brother to put a smile on your face? Or the guy that you loved? Why does everything have to change?" I said, getting upset.

"I'm just so confused. I need to think about everything. But until then, I'd prefer it if you didn't speak to me unless it was on a professional basis," Gerard informed me. I stared at him, tears beginning to well up in my eyes. Why the fuck did everything have to be so complicated? Gerard walked past me and unlocked the door, but I stretched my arm out and using my strength, I pulled him back to me, so that we were looking at one another in the eyes.

"Please, reconsider. I love you," I said, leaning forward and kissing his lips, threading my fingers through his hair right as I tried everything in my power to get him to kiss back. I kept kissing him, my lips massaging his and my tongue forcing its way into his frozen mouth. He was just standing there and was not kissing back. Why was he not kissing back? I was so carried away that I didn't even realize that the office door had opened. I heard an ear-piercing scream, making me jump and quickly spring away from Gerard. I turned and saw Erica standing there, her eyes as wide as the moon and her jaw dropped as far as it could go. A whole bunch of workers came crowding around the office door after Erica's scream had brought them all to attention.

"No Frank I will not reconsider. Now don't talk to me," he said, walking past me and walking out of the room.

"Would you like to tell me what that was?" Erica asked, shocked. I looked away from her. I was so embarrassed. I didn't want to tell her anything. She walked into my office and locked the door, blocking out everyone else who were no doubt all standing out there will their ears pressed to the door. Nosy fuckers!

"It seemed to me like you were just kissing Gerard. And he wasn't kissing back. So would you mind telling me what the fuck that was?" she asked, sounding worried. Of course she'd be worried, she had walked in on me kissing the guy previously pronounced as the loser of the workplace.

"I'm pretty sure you could see what happened," I mumbled, sitting down at my desk.

"Of course I saw what happened. But I'm not sure why it happened? Why did you kiss that... that... that poor excuse for a human being?" she asked.

"He's not some poor excuse for a human being. He is the most beautiful guy I've ever met and I love him," I yelled at her. She looked at me, her eyes wide.

"Frank, how would you feel about me taking you to get some professional help?" she asked me. I looked at her, my eyes only small slits as I lost it.

"I don't fucking need professional help. If you knew him how I knew him, you'd love him too. He's so smart and funny and I can't believe I just walked all over him at work, when he is so perfect," I ranted. Erica looked scared.

"S-So he was your blind date then?" she asked. I nodded, looking away from her. I felt so stupid.

"Just let me be alone," I pleaded with her, wanting to cry. My jaw was already wobbling and tears had already come to my eyes. I didn't think she'd let me be alone. But after about 5 seconds, she walked out of the office and closed the door behind her.