Race smiled when his two favorite people walked in, it's rare these days that they're both in the area long, with a shared lunch break.

Race walked over, "hey what are you guys doing here?"

Jack gave him jazz hands, "surprise! I have a bit of time for a lunch break and Crutchie doesn't have an appointment for another two hours so we figured we'd pop by."

Race grinned, "that's great! Let me sit you down and take your order than I'll join you for my lunch break."

Jack gave him the thumbs up and Race quickly sat them down, both of them had their order memorized so he zipped to the kitchen where Albert was cowering.

Race rolled his eyes, quickly making the super sugary light roast coffee Jack wanted and Crutchie's. "Albert you're not still scared of him are you?"

"I'm not scared of him! But he's been giving me the evil eye ever since I got us arrested." Albert said, squeaking when Jack glared at him.

"We got ourselves arrested, and it was just trespassing on someone's park. We didn't even realize it was private property." Race warmed up Crutchies scone.

Albert sighed exasperated, "we'll I know that! But I'm your big brothers eyes, I've corrupted you."

"He does not think that!" Race laughed, pouring himself some of the ice tea that's been calling to him all day.

"He so does! I bet he'd love to arrest me." Albert looked at him around the corner, squinting his eyes, "I bet that's why he keeps coming. So he can arrest me."

Race raised his eyebrows, "yeah, I'm sure it's so he can arrest you. Not because his little brother works here. No it's to catch whatever illegal activity you do in this tiny family owned diner."

"Well when you put it that way, it makes me look stupid!"

Race rolled his eyes, grabbing the tables food. He threw Albert his notepad.

"Go ahead and get my tables will y'a? Im taking lunch." Race walked out the door with a wink.

Albert spluttered protest, but arguing would mean seeing Jack, which was not worth it.

Race looked over and noticed someone walk in the door. It was the man again. Race supposed he really liked the food.

He placed down the tray and served Jack and Crutchie.

Jack laughed, "for once you're serving us."

Race scowled, "just because I'm the little brother-"

Crutchie nodded in agreement cutting him off, "after all the pb&j we made you, it's finally come into a full circle."

"Thats only because there was nothing else in the house." Race grumbled, the table got quiet.

Crutchie and Jack were always able to come to terms with their life, while Race was still feeling the effects. Sometimes he wondered if he was running in place in a race, watching everyone else zip past him and move on with their lives.

Jack was a high ranking cop in the NYPD, put in some of the biggest cases they get. With a beautiful fiancé Katherine, who were so clearly in love with each other. Race was sure he was soon going to be an uncle.

Crutchie was the founder of a huge charity, dedicating their lives to helping people across the world with their physical, and mental disabilities. Often partner up with the bigger churches and send hundreds of people out to the poorest countries in the world, giving out free wheelchairs, medical visits, and therapy. Right in front of them all was the man Charlie himself.

And Race working at a diner, taking dance practically every day, teaching a class here and there, you name it, he can dance it. For what? He's auditioned for every dance troupe, every ensemble, every show, even acting and singing roles. Over and over again just to end up with nothing every time. Still cries in the shower, and stays up until 3 am thinking about what he did wrong. Just broke out of an abusive relationship, almost immediately after escaping form an abusive parent.

He doesn't know where he went wrong.

Jack and Crutchie say he's still young, and was hurt the most at such a young age, watched the most drugs, felt the most bruises.

But Race just thinks it's because he's never been able to let it go.

Jack cleared his throat and patted the spot next to him, "come sit with me Race."

Crutchie pouted, "I wanted him to sit next to me."

Race's heart swelled, he leaned against the table. "There's enough of me to go around."

Crutchie rolled his eyes, "great, now it's gone to his head. Lord knows the boy has an ego."

Jack nodded remorseful, "he already thinks he's the hottest in the family."

"I am the hottest in the family." Race smirked a bit.

"Not on my watch, you're gonna stay young, single, and adorable forever." Jack said, pulled him into his side only to noogie him.

Race pushed him away laughing. "You're so overprotective."

Jack nodded very seriously, "what can I say? I'm a cop, and New York is a very dangerous place. Just yesterday Davey told me about this case where this girl was stalked for a month, nobody knew who. Then one day she just disappeared, no body, no trace, no nothing. Right under the surveillance polices nose. I checked into it, four other cases identical."

Crutchie glared at Jack, "you're going to give Race nightmares!"

"He is not!"

"Oh, Crutch you're right! What was I thinking." Jack teased.

Race threw down his fork, "I hate you guys."

Crutchie laughed, "you love us."

Race smiled softly, "yeah I do."

He reached forward to grab Crutchies hand, but his arm grazed his tea and splattered to the ground. Breaking the cup.

Race gasped pulling back suddenly and frowning.

"Great! Of course I'm the one to break the restaurants cup." He reached forward to grab it.

Unbeknownst to Race, his hand was reaching down at a slight 34 degree angle, which would graze against a rather large piece of glass and would cut him, nothing serious but a nasty scar. It really wasn't something you'd notice unless you'd been staring, watching his every move, intensely observing what exactly was going on around him at all times.

So you could imagine Race's surprise when the said mysterious man, ran forward and shoved his hand away. Grabbing the glass himself, quickly putting it in an old cup, away from Race's perfect clean skin.

Race retracted, ignoring the weird looks Jack and Crutchie were giving him.

"Uh," Race hesitated, no years of social experience could've given him the words to say. "Thank you sir."

The man smiled, "the pleasure is mine, I wouldn't want you to cut yourself."

Race swallowed, and subconsciously backed into Jack a little, who very consciously put his arm around Race.

Race waved goodbye and the man went back to his chair, staring at Race.

Jack glared at Race, "is there something you're not telling us?"

Race waved his arms, "what no! I swear that guy just showed up one day, super high. He's just some weirdo that keeps coming. Gave me the highest tip though, a hundred dollars."

Jack squinted his eyes and shifted his gaze to Race and the guy, "I'm going to confront him."

He started to shift sideways, as to kick Race out of the booth. Race put his hands on Jacks shoulders and laughed.

"Calm down there cowboy, he's just some druggie that likes our food." Race raised an eyebrow, "I've done weirder things while high."

Jack frowned, but shifted back in his chair, "I still don't like it. Is he showing you special interest?"

Race's heart spluttered, because yes he's showing him special interest, but he really didn't want to make a scene. So he shook his head.

Crutchie raised his eyebrows at him, ever the observant one. Jack the himbo though just accepted his answer and went back to eating.

"Should I get Albert to bring us the check?" Race asked.

Jack groaned, "Albert? Why do you have to be friends with him."

"Jack, be nice!" Crutchie chastised.

"He got Race arrested!"

Race facepalmed right there in the middle of the diner.