Simon-

I never noticed that Baz bites his lip when he reads. He has extremely sharp canines. I'm still convinced he's a vampire even if Penny thinks I'm crazy. He rests his head in one of his hands. His dark hair hangs down in waves.

UGHHHH! I'm freaking doing it again! I can't focus on the scrawled text when he's so close. I'm probably just paranoid after all of the times he's tried to kill me.

I force my eyes back to the text. This is my sixth file and I still haven't found anything Davy, Humdrum or me related. I glance up. Baz lets out a small sigh, blowing a strand of hair out of his face. He looks up at me before I can avert my eyes.

He doesn't say anything, we just hold each other's gaze awkwardly. I feel the heat rise to my cheeks. Crowley! Why do I keep blushing?!

He rolls his eyes then stops, a dangerous look crossing his face. He winks, "Like what you see Snow?" I blush even harder. I roll my eyes and plant them firmly back on the paper in front of me.

Baz-

I can't believe I just did that. Crowley, what was I thinking! He blushed though... Simon bloody Snow blushed- is still blushing.

Simon-

Why am I still blushing!

Baz-

He looks frustrated, his eyebrows are scrunched up and he keeps tapping his foot. His magic isn't polluting the air though, so that's good. I've seen Simon go off a handful of times, most of them caused by me. It's scary as hell watching him go supernova. He's usually exhausted afterwards. I always have to fight the urge to go to him and hold him until he calms down.

I shake my head, I'm supposed to be focusing on my mother not Simon... I can take my mind off of Simon for five minutes right?

Wrong.

Simon-

About three hours in and no progress made, Baz's butler or maid or whatever she is walked in and asked us if we wanted to take our dinner upstairs.

I started to protest that I wasn't staying but Baz cut me off and told her to bring the food up.

"Baz?" I ask confused as to why he wants me to stay.

"You promised you would help me." He gets up and takes more files back to their designated drawers, this time with labels on them on what they're about. "And you're going to help me and we can't take all of these to Watford so you're not leaving."

I'm pissed, "You can't make me stay here Baz!"

He whirls around, a deadly glint in his eyes, "Snow, I'm not keeping you here!" He spits out.

"You can bloody leave whenever you like but you will help me figure out what happened to my mother," his voice deflates a bit.

"Snow," he pauses and looks at me with so much pain, his gaze nearly breaks me alone. "I watched her die. I have to figure this out and I'm positive it's linked with the Humdrum so you have  to help me." Seeing Baz like this makes me uncomfortable and I can't help remembering the night of the Chimera.

I nod, "Okay, but I need a place to stay. Do you know of any cheap motels or hotels? I'm sure the Mage will pay for-"

"Oh shut up!" He cuts me off. "How bloody arrogant are you? You can stay here, we've slept in the same room for years, I'm not all that bothered by the fact that you'll be sleeping in my house!"

I feel flustered and slightly breathy at the same time, "Ugh, okay."

He smiles, "Let me show you to our room."

Our  room?

A/N: Hey! Sorry, another shortie. Well sorry that took so long but life does tend to get in the way of things. Please let me know if you liked it (or hated it) by commenting and voting! Thanks!