Penelope-

Once again Simon is missing. Well, at least this time he left a note. Not a very helpful one at that-

Pen, Ag-

I went on a mission for the Mage, hope to see you soon.

-Simon

Agatha thinks it's about Baz, even though I doubt the Mage would care if Baz fell off a cliff. I think the Mage is off his rocker sending Simon on a mission so soon after the Chimera incident.

I try writing a letter to Micah explaining what's going on, but even I don't know so I give up. Thoughts of the Chimera battle, Baz's disappearance, Simon's mission and everything else are making it really hard to study for finals.

Agatha and I are sprawled atop the roots of a willow trying in vain to get our homework done. Agatha's biting her lip in concentration, her brow furrowed. Blonde wisps of hair fly into her face. The grounds are buzzing, merewolves splashing in the moat, students talking between classes, birds singing. I almost feel at ease, but I'm missing Simon.

Simon-

Baz won't look up at me, and quite frankly it's pissing me off. I'm shocked, I never thought I'd see the day where... I don't know something Basilton Grimm-Pitch (I should probably know my roommate's first name by now) would ask me for help.

He still hasn't told me what happened the night of the Chimera. How could working with him be a good idea? My enemy for crying out loud! I don't even remember that day in the Orphanage but I feel like it's important so I agree to help him. Especially since the Humdrum may be involved.

He finally looks up at me, a few strands of ink black hair hanging in his eyes. He looks annoyed and relieved at the same time. The look sends a weird sensation in my stomach.

"Where do we start?" I ask.

Baz smirks like a madman then gets up without a word.

Baz-

I can't believe he agreed to this. I'm undeniably excited. I don't know how I've resisted either biting or kissing him every five seconds so far, let alone if I work with him. Actual communication with Snow. Crowley, I run a hand down my face, I don't know if I can do this.

Sleeping next to him for the past few years has been absolutely bloody painful- sharing glares instead of smiles.

I head back to the desk, grabbing another bundle of files and call Snow over.

Simon-

"Snow!" Baz's voice is muffled. When I turn the corner around a shelf I see why. He has a few files stuffed in his mouth, and a few balanced on his hip as he leans over sorting through a drawer full of them. His hair still hangs down in front of his face and his eyes are focused. My stomach drops and for some reason heat rises to my cheeks.

He looks over at me and hands me a few dozen files. He balances a few more on his hip then jerks his head back towards the loveseats, files still occupying his mouth. The light manila color of the outer folder is even darker than his pale skin.

He drops all of the papers he was holding, filling an entire loveseat.

"My mother kept records of everything," he looks down, a small frown gracing his features. "This is only part of the archive. We should go through this first, since they're all around the timeframe and see if we can get a lead on Davy."

I nod my head stupidly and too many times. I'm still trying to wipe this damn blush off my face, "Okay, but Baz this could take awhile."

He turns to face me, looking defensive, "Well then we better get started Snow." He's challenging me. Trying to see if I will actually follow through on my word.

I grab a file and start reading he nods approvingly, a small smirk on his face. I can't help smiling.

A/N: Hey! Sorry that took so long and sorry it's so short. I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless! Please comment and vote if you did! Hope to post another chapter soon! Also I just reread my story and idk why some paragraphs are indented and others aren't... so sorry about that.