"Jamie, turn your fucking alarm off," Billie muttered as she lay beside him, her eyes still glued shut as she rested her head against his chest.

"Huh?" Jamie mumbled as he simply pulled her closer, the sound of a bell ringing having woken them both from their sleep.

"It's still dark outside," She groaned, pulling the covers over her head, "Turn it off."

"It's not me alarm, babe, it's me doorbell," Jamie insisted, "Probably just a weird fucking fan."

At what?" Billie retrieved her phone from the nightstand while Nelson remained curled up at the foot of the bed, "4AM?"

"Maybe," Jamie shrugged, still half conscious as Billie climbed out of bed, "Babe, just come back, I wanna cuddle you."

"That sound is not going to stop unless we do something about it," Billie insisted, retrieving Jamie's hoodie and pulling it on over her pyjama top and shorts.

"Babe, just leave it," Jamie called out as Billie left the bedroom, wiping the sleep from her eyes as she wandered across the landing and down the stairs as the doorbell continued to ring and whoever was ringing it, thumped against the door continuously.

Billie finally reached the door, opening it to be met with the sight of her brother, "The fuck are you doing here?" He frowned.

"What am I doing at my boyfriend's house?" Billie remarked, "Hmm, I wonder..."

"Where is he?" Roy cut her off, not wishing to hear the end of the sentence.

"Bed," Billie replied, "Why are you even here?"

"Training."

"You were being serious about that?" Billie half smiled at the thought that her brother had gone to such an effort for her boyfriend.

"When do I ever joke about training?" Roy frowned at his sister.

"You're actually willing to help him with this?" Billie raised her eyebrows in intrigue, "Last season you were practically refusing to coach him."

"Well, he matters to you so..." Roy sighed, choosing not to finish his statement.

"Thank you," Billie smiled, the gesture meaning more to her than Roy realised.

"The fuck's going on?" Jamie muttered as he joined Billie at the open front door, rubbing his aching eyes.

"Let's go," Roy simply replied as Jamie leant against the door frame.

"It's 4AM," Jamie frowned.

"Yeah, we start at 4am," Roy nodded, as though it were obvious.

"I thought you were joking," Jamie blinked at him in disbelief.

"How is that a joke?" Roy quipped, because there weren't many people in the world he would get up at such a godforsaken hour for.

"'Cause it's 4AM," Jamie frowned.

"We start at 4AM, so you can do three workouts a day instead of two," Roy explained as though it were obvious.

"Okay, but it's 4AM," Jamie disputed again, wiping the sleep from his eyes.

"Do you wanna be better than Zava or not?" Roy retorted.

"Well, how are we gonna see?" Jamie asked, "It's dark out."

Without a word, Roy put on a head torch and promptly turned it on, the brightness practically blinding both Billie and Jamie.

"Fucking hell, Roy," Billie groaned, squinting the light out of her eyes.

"Now get dressed," Roy told Jamie, "Or I start flicking your balls."

"This is perverse," Jamie huffed before turning and heading back into the house.

Billie watched as her brother shook his head in disapproval, she looked over her shoulder to see that Jamie's arse was on display, which explained Roy's disapproval.

"He gets warm downstairs, cold upstairs," Billie told her brother, "Absolutely nothing to do with what we were doing before we went to sleep."

"I knew there was a reason me and you don't talk before 6AM," Roy huffed, "Now I'm fucking scarred for life."

"Calm down, Kent," Billie smiled, "Give it a month of training Jamie, you'll love him too."

"Fuck no."

"Morning, boys," Billie approached her brother and Jamie, armed with a brown paper bag of delights, holding onto Nelson's lead with her other hand as the dog walked along beside her obediently. Jamie was busy doing burpees while Roy sat on the bench, toastie in hand as he counted Jamie's reps.

Billie managed to get another two and a half hours of sleep before she woke up, due to the absence of Jamie in his large bed. She got herself ready for the day, opting for jeans, a white t-shirt and khaki green waistcoat, her hair loose in its natural waves state.

When she then realised that Jamie still hadn't returned from training, she texted her brother, asking for their whereabouts, deciding that she'd join them, in the hope of providing some sort of motivation.

"Hey, babe," Jamie stood up, wrapping an arm around Billie, checking that no one was watching before giving her a quick kiss.

"Did I fucking tell you to stop?" Roy exclaimed as Billie stepped back from Jamie.

"Am I not allowed to kiss me girlfriend?" Jamie frowned in disbelief before ruffling Nelson's fur as the dog jumped up onto his back legs to greet his dad.

"Not during training and not in front of me," Roy told him as Billie joined him on the bench, Nelson curling up at her feet as she handed him the sausage she'd bought him from the local cafe.

"I brought fuel," Billie told them both, handing Roy a cup of coffee, before pulling a sealed plastic cup containing a green superfood smoothie she'd made for Jamie, "Surely he's earnt a break?"

Roy glanced between Jamie and Billie, knowing that Jamie would end up getting distracted by Billie either way, "Fine, what else did you bring him?"

Before Billie could answer, Jamie leant forward, heaving as he emptied the limited contents of his stomach onto the grass.

"Morning," Roy waved at the elderly couple passing by, before looking back at his sister, "What did you bring?"

"Protein pancakes," Billie told her brother, having rummaged through Jamie's well stocked cupboards just that morning, before googling recipes for something she could make that would earn Roy's approval of a post-workout meal, "Made them myself."

"Good," Roy nodded in approval, looking up at Jamie, "You can eat now."

"Thank fuck for that," Jamie sighed as he slumped into the space beside Billie.

"Drink that," She handed him the smoothie, "Made it myself."

"Cheers, babe," Jamie smiled, resting his arm on the back of the bench behind her.

"And this is breakfast," She handed him the plastic container that contained the blueberry and banana protein pancakes she'd made, "Should keep you going till lunchtime."

"You're fucking perfect, Billie Kent," Jamie smiled as he pulled her into his side, kissing the top of her head.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," Roy pretended to gag, "Why do you only sleep with a top on?"

"Because I get cold upstairs and hot downstairs," Jamie replied as he handed Billie his drink, offering her a sip.

"I get that."

"Are you free tonight, Royo?" Billie turned to her brother, "I mean, it's a stupid question, but it feels courteous to ask."

"What do you mean it's a stupid question?" Roy retorted.

"You never have plans," Jamie was quick to answer truthfully.

"I have plans, I have friends," Roy quipped, "But, yeah, I am free tonight."

"Perfect," Billie grinned, "Pheebs is staying at mine tonight and she wants the three of us to take her to the new curry place on the high street."

"Sounds good to me, babe," Jamie grinned.

"Kill me now."

Billie loved women, she loved two women in particular, she loved calling them her best friends, sharing her thoughts with them, gossiping about anything and everything.

"I have to say there is something really quite remarkable about the fact Rupert Mannion owns the club that my dad supports," Billie sighed as she sat on the couch in Keeley's office, "I feel like they match each other's energy, if my dad could give a shit."

"Well listen to what Rupert says in this one," Rebecca told the two women, her eyes glued to yet another article, "I truly look forward to seeing my old club again, Richmond are top-class."

"What a soggy, wet piece of shit," Keeley remarked, typing away on her keyboard, focused on her computer screen.

"Fucking prick," Billie added.

"Thank you," Rebecca replied.

"Ms Jones," A woman who Keeley had introduced as Barbara last time Billie visited, entered the office, "If possible, could I get two tickets for the Richmond-West Ham match? Jack might be coming to London this weekend."

"Of course," Keeley grinned, assuming that Jack was Barbara's mystery man, "Who's Jack?"

"Jack Danvers," Barbara replied, and Keeley still remained clueless, "The head of the VC that funded your company...Our boss."

"Yes...That Jack," Keeley nodded, "Our boss."

"That's not a problem, Barbara," Rebecca smiled, "I can let you have some seats in my suite."

"Lovely," Barbara laughed fondly, "Thank you so much, Rebecca, that's so kind of you and so efficient."

"Lovely seeing you again, Barbara," Billie smiled at the woman.

"Right, I'm off to the training ground," Shandy entered the office, "Morning, Babs."

"It's Barbara," Barbara corrected her before leaving the room.

"Thanks again for the opportunity," Shandy smiled at Keeley.

"Babe, you earned it," Keeley assured her, turning to her two friends, "Shandy came up with this super fun Bantr promo, it uses all the single players on the team."

Billie knew all about the Bantr promo because of course Jamie had told her about it, but that morning Keeley had also emailed, asking Billie to oversee the shoot. It wasn't that Keeley didn't trust Shandy, more so that she knew Billie was experienced in media production, and would be the perfect person to keep an eye on the running of things.

"Yeah, the anonymous man you're Bantr-ing with could be a professional footballer," Shandy told Billie and Rebecca.

"Ah, that's great," Rebecca smiled awkwardly, sharing a similar hesitance to Billie, "And that's all the single players, you say? Like Colin and Dani and Sam, etcetera?"

"Yeah, although I don't think Sam's doing it anymore," Shandy replied, "Jamie isn't either, said he's not single or whatever, which is unfair, because he's fit as fuck."

Rebecca and Keeley were quick to look at Billie who very nearly choked on her water. She didn't care that Shandy thought Jamie was fit, the woman had eyes, it was more her candid choice of words that startled Billie.

"Shandy, Jamie is Billie's boyfriend, they're just not public yet," Keeley decided to diffuse the situation before it risked getting out of hand.

"Oh, you lucky thing," Shandy smiled at Billie, reminding Billie of all those girls at school she tried so hard to avoid, "How long have you been together?"

"A few months," Billie replied, "I mean, Rebecca and Keeley will probably argue it started long before that."

"Oh, it's true, they were pining after each other for ages," Keeley agreed, "Cutest fucking couple you'll ever meet."

"And he adores her," Rebecca was quick to add, in case Shandy was tempted to try anything, "He planned an entire surprise birthday party for her in the summer, they'd only been together for two months."

"Anyway, I need to get to work before those boys start sending me passive aggressive GIFs again," Billie sighed.

"You wanna share a taxi?" Shandy offered, surprising Billie, "Compare notes on footballer romances?"

"Why not?" Billie smiled awkwardly.

After twenty minutes (that felt like an eternity) in the back of the taxi with Shandy, the two women arrived at Nelson Road, entering the training ground.

"So, if you want to speak to the Bantr crew, I'll check in with the boys, make sure they've all signed their release forms," Billie told Shandy as they walked through the clubhouse, Shandy looking back at her blankly, "You did get them to sign content release forms, right?"

"Well..."

"The company legally can't release content unless the talent has signed a contract," Billie explained, "I know they're all contracted to work with Bantr already, but you have to do this for each piece of content, helps us protect our arses if legal start sniffing around or the boys decide to withdraw after the content's been made."

"I'll get on that straight away," Shandy nodded, "Where are the Bantr people?"

Billie narrowed her eyes, having received the production schedule that morning in an email she knew had also been sent to Shandy, "They'll be in the canteen, down the corridor second door on the left."

"Thanks, babe," Shandy smiled before wandering down the corridor, "You're a star."

Billie made her way towards the locker room, knocking against the door, "You boys decent?"

"Yeah!" They called out before she walked in.

"Morning, boys," She smiled at the team whose eyes were trained on the TV screen, "What have I missed?"

"They're talking about us...again," Colin sighed as Billie turned her attention to the TV.

"So, the match of the week is clearly Richmond and West Ham," The woman told the audience, "Now it's been a strong start to the season for both of these teams, but I think the Hammers are the favourites going into the London derby, based on the tactical acumen of the Wonder Kid, Nathan Shelley."

"Fucking prick," Billie scoffed, smiling at the sight the photobooth strip of her and Jamie that was hanging in his cubby before she sat beside Jamie as the rest of the boys booed in agreement.

"Yeah, Shelley is brilliant, there's no doubt about that, but Zava, he is a genius, I like the Greyhounds for this one," Jermaine Jenas replied.

"That's my guy!" Isaac exclaimed as he stood up, pointing at the TV.

"No, you can't have him, he's mine," Colin joked, and the boys laughed. But the joke didn't land the same with Billie or Trent, who unknowingly shared a look of mutual intrigue, not because they were searching for gossip, but because they both believed there was more to Colin's comments.

"Hey, look, guys, who cares, right?" Zoreaux addressed the team as Zava turned off the TV, "Now come on, we've got work to do, let's go."

"He is correct," Zava added in agreement, "We must ignore these talking faces, even when they are in our favour, thank you, Zorro."

"Exactly, but it's actually pronounced, Zoreaux," The goalkeeper replied.

"Why?" Zava asked.

"I don't know, because that's how my parents say it, I guess?" Zoreaux suggested.

"My friend, you can be whoever you want to be," Zava assured him, "I let all my children name themselves once they reach the age of seven, that is why my eldest is called 'Smingus Dingus,' dream big and you may never wake up."

"Our children ain't naming themselves," Billie whispered to Jamie.

"Our children?" Jamie raised his eyebrows in intrigue.

"Mmhmm, with your genes I want at least five, Tartt," Billie smirked, "Our very own five a side football team."

"I like the sound of that," Jamie grinned before returning his attention to his teammates as he stood up from the bench, "I can't believe I'm about to say this, but hey, lads, I agree with Zava...yes it's a big fucking game, but we've just gotta focus, do what we do, do you know what I mean?"

"He's right," Isaac stood up, swaggering to the front of the locker room, "And don't forget, yeah?" He jumped, hitting the 'Believe' sign with his hand, "Believe in 'Believe.'"

As Issac and Jamie stood facing the team, their backs to the 'Believe' sign, one half fell away from the other, hanging on to the wall with a picarious piece of tape.

"Woah!" The team gasped in unison as Jamie and Isaac slowly turned around to see what was wrong.

"Oh, shit," Jamie muttered.

"This is not how you want to start the week when we're playing West Ham at the weekend," Billie whispered.

Without a word, Isaac whacked his arm against Jamie's shoulder, eliciting a frown from the striker, "Why the fuck did you do that?"

"I was just checking if I acquired the ability to chop things in half," Isaac replied as Bumbercatch made his way to the front of the room, deciding to investigate the situation.

"Yeah, and what if you had?" Jamie exclaimed as Bumbercatch retrieved the loose part of the 'Believe' sign from the wall.

"Sorry, bruv, I didn't think it through," Isaac replied as Bumbercatch inspected the yellow paper.

"Fellas, someone ripped this in half," Bumbercatch announced, drawing Billie and the team towards the front of the room.

"Right, boys," Billie clapped her hands together, "How about you get dressed, can't keep the lovely people from Bantr waiting, can we?"

"What about the sign, Bils?" Isaac exclaimed passionately.

"Me and Detective Inspector Trent are on the case," Billie declared, deciding to sign him up as her new investigative accomplice without consultation, "Now, you boys do what you do best, and make yourselves look fit as fuck for this Bantr promo."

"Yes, boss," The team saluted her.

"Good boys," She blew them a kiss before turning to Trent, "With me, Mr Crimm."

"I fucking love it when she takes control," Jamie smirked, earning a playful elbow to the ribs from Colin as Billie and Trent left the room.

"So, what are we going to do?" Trent asked, intrigued and honoured that Billie had asked for him to help her on such a mission, "Dust the poster for fingerprints?"

"We're going one better," Billie grinned as she led him down the corridor towards the part of the building she rarely used, "It sounds fucking perverted, but for security reasons, there's a camera in the locker room which covers the door to the coaches' office."

"And you think we'll catch the culprit this way?" Trent remarked, impressed by her quick witted investigative mind.

"As long as they have an extensive archive," Billie replied, having a hunch of who may have been responsible for destroying the sign that was sacred to the entire team, "Apart from observing the team, do you have anything planned for today?"

"No."

"So, once I've sweet talked Pete into giving us access to the club's CCTV, you're happy to trawl through it?" Billie asked, "I've got this Bantr shoot, Keeley's asked me to oversee it."

"Oh of course," Trent nodded as they reached an open door, leading into an office with a wall covered in various monitors. He was delighted by the idea of getting involved in some investigative journalism, helping in whatever way he could to catch the culprit.

"Pete, what's cooking?" Billie entered the room, offering the middle aged man a quick fist bump which he accepted.

"All quiet here, Billie," He assured her.

"Great," Billie nodded as she perched on the edge of the desk, "My friend, Trent and I were wondering if we could have access to the CCTV files from last May."

"How do you know when it happened?" Trent frowned.

"Because I'm sure I know who did it," Billie explained, "Just need the evidence."

"If we still have it, it'll be in the filing cabinet," Pete told her, "Knock yourselves out."

"You're a star," Billie grinned, hopping off of the desk and making her way over to the old filing cabinet that looked arguably unused. She rummaged through the drawer as Trent watched on in intrigue, wondering whether the outcome of the investigation would impact whether or not the whole affair was included in his book, "Aha!"

"You found it?"

"Mr Crimm," Billie handed him a DVD, "Do with this what you will, just keep it between us, I want to take this to Ted before we tell the team."

"Sounds good to me," Trent nodded.

"Cheers, Pete," Billie gave him a thumbs up before she and Trent left the office.

"Billie, one question," Trent's voice stopped her in the corridor, "You're good friends with Alfie Sykes, journalist at The Guardian, aren't you?"

"Yeah, we've been mates since we were kids," Billie nodded.

"So, did you introduce him to Colin Hughes?" Trent asked and Billie raised her eyebrows in intrigue, wondering what Trent was implying.

"Yeah, I introduced them to each other," Billie replied.

"So, did you know that they're...well, I'm pretty sure they're together," Trent told her.

"That's speculative," Billie was quick to refute the statement, even though she had wondered whether they were an item for quite some time.

"I saw them...outside Sam's restaurant," Trent told her.

"You can't tell anyone, you definitely can't put it in your book," Billie warned him, she knew that Alfie looked up to Trent as somewhat of a veteran of the sports journalism world, and moving in the same circles in the journalism world meant they also knew each other on a professional level.

Alfie was seventeen when he told Billie and Madison that he didn't want to label his sexuality, he said that it had been that way since he was fourteen, he'd just never had the courage to tell them. He'd dated people of all genders, gender didn't alter whether or not he was attracted to a person. Alfie loved love, he loved human connection, and in his line of work, he faced little scrutiny for that.

But Billie understood what it must have been like to be a gay Premier League footballer, especially when there were no openly gay male footballers in the entire league. She knew that if her suspicions were true, that weight must've been heavy for Colin, but she also knew that it wasn't for her to offer to help him carry, at least not until he came out to her himself. Billie was aware that it was a delicate personal experience, and had no intention of robbing her friend of that opportunity, it wasn't for her to tell him that she knew.

All she needed to do was to love Colin as wholeheartedly as she had since the day she knew she could call him one of her best friends.

"I'm not going to say anything, and it won't go in the book," Trent assured her, "I get it."

"You get it?" Billie raised her eyebrows, not entirely sure what Trent was implying.

"A man with hair as good as mine?" Trent quipped with a smile.

"Oh, I see," Billie nodded, "Well, they're good boys, and they'll tell me on their terms, because it's not my story to tell."

"They're lucky to have you in his corner, I think everyone needs a Kent in their corner," Trent smiled fondly, "I sure would've loved to have you in my corner when I was in my twenties."

"I appreciate that," Billie sighed, "I think it's the Lasso Way, you know? He rubs off on each of us eventually, everyone here is a nicer person now than they ever were."

"I hear you and Jamie didn't like each other at all for a while," Trent replied.

"And now look at us," Billie grinned, looking down at the time on her phone, "Shit, I've got to run to this promo shoot, but drop me a line when you get your whodunnit."

"Will do."

"I'm looking for someone to be the Stacey to my Gavin," Colin spoke to the camera as he sat on the bench in the locker room.

The shoot was in full swing, studio lights had been set up and the boys were taking it in turns one by one to sit in front of the camera and say their lines to the camera. Jamie might have opted out of the shoot, but that didn't stop him from joining Billie in the locker room, watching the shoot unfold. Shandy had been doing reasonably well, apart from the odd unhinged request when telling the boys what to say to the camera.

Billie was doing a good job of overseeing the shoot, keeping the boys in check, reassuring them if they stumbled over a word, answering any of Shandy's concerns.

"Lovely, Colin, thank you," Shandy looked up from the monitor where she'd been sitting just out in the hallway, walking into the room, "Okay, Dani, you're up."

"I'm very nervous," Dani told her as he took his seat in front of the camera.

"Don't be nervous, just sit here, look into the camera and just pretend you're talking to an old friend," Shandy instructed him.

"My oldest friend is Javiar," Dani replied.

"Great, how long have you known Javiar?" Shandy asked.

"Only a couple of months, but he turns 108 next week," Dani replied.

"Perfect," Shandy nodded slowly before gesturing for the makeup artist to step in, "Final checks."

"I miss doing shoots with you," Jamie hummed as he pulled Billie into his side, kissing the top of her head, "Feel like we've been too busy."

"I've missed it too," Billie looked up at him, Jamie taking the opportunity to give her a quick kiss, "I'll see what I can do."

"I'd like that a lot," Jamie smiled, "All me favourite photos of me are the ones you've taken."

"Guess I'm just really good at my job," Billie grinned.

"There's no guessing about it, babe," Jamie smirked before kissing her.

"Quiet on set, please!" Shandy called out, "Okay, off you go, Dani."

"You may not know who I am, but I think the most beautiful parts of a woman are her flaws," Dani told the camera as Billie pursed her lips, trying her hardest not to crack at how awkward the whole situation felt.

"And cut!" Shandy called out, "Thank you, Dani, next!"

Dani slipped out of the seat and Zoreaux was quick to take his place.

"You ready, Zoreaux?" Shandy asked.

"Yeah, but I actually go by 'Van Damme' now," He replied.

"Okay, great," Shandy nodded, "Action, Van Damme."

"You don't know who I am, but I'm looking for someone who likes short walks on the beach, so we can spend more time, you know..."

The boys all laughed to themselves, Jamie nestling his head into the crook of Billie's neck, his breath warm against her cool skin as he laughed. He decided to test the waters, placing a kiss to her neck and Billie placed a hand on his knee, gripping him, hoping that he'd stop when he noticed the effect he had on her.

"I should see how the Bantr people are getting on," Billie excused herself from the room, slipping out of Jamie's embrace.

"Hey, Bils," Keeley grinned, handing her a coffee cup, "Got you a hot chocolate, just the way you like it."

"You're an angel," Billie smiled, taking the cup as she stood beside Keeley as she kept her eyes on the monitor, watching as Bumbercatch took his seat in front of the camera.

"Shandy says it's been great so far," Keeley replied, "What do you reckon?"

"Yeah, it's been good," Billie nodded, looking up from the screen to see Jamie leaving the locker room, making his way around the monitors, towards Billie.

"Hey," Jamie grinned as he stood behind her, wrapping his arms around Billie's shoulders, her back resting against his chest.

"Hi," Billie smiled, "You bored without me, already, pretty boy?"

"Something like that," Jamie replied, kissing the top of her head.

"Maybe we should do a video with the two of you," Shandy turned around, her lips in a pout as she looked at the pair, "Keeley mentioned that you got together after a Bantr date."

"Oh, we didn't- Well, it's a lot more complicated than that," Billie sighed, resting her hands on Jamie's arms.

"We did go on a Bantr date though, babe, and you looked so fucking good," Jamie reminded Billie, leaning down to whisper in her ear, "You still got that dress?"

"Fuck off," Billie smiled at him.

"You up for it?" Shandy glanced between Jamie and Billie, "It'd really sell the brand to have some success stories too."

"That's not gonna happen, it's not really our thing, using our relationship for brand stuff," Jamie was quick to deflect the idea, and Billie couldn't help but smile to herself, "Besides, I was in love with this one long before that Bantr date."

"You two are so fucking cute," Keeley grinned.

"Aren't they just?" Shandy half rolled her eyes, returning her attention to the monitor, "When you're ready, Bumbercatch."

"What time are you finishing work, babe?" Jamie asked, swaying Billie side to side.

"About five, hopefully," Billie sighed.

"I can pick Phoebe up if you and Roy end up working late," He told her, and she was pretty sure her heart grew at the offer, "I'll take her back to yours."

"You'll make me broody as fuck if you carry on like this," Billie smirked, reminded of every time she'd been witness to Jamie interacting with young fans, from babies to toddlers, he had a knack with them that made her ovaries explode every time.

"Good to know," Jamie replied, kissing the side of her head before letting go, "See you later."

"Love you."

"Love you right back."

Trent Crimm was utterly astonished when he walked into Billie's office to tell her who ripped up the 'Believe' sign and before he could reveal the truth she simply said, 'How high did Nate have to jump to reach that poster?'

So once Trent showed Billie the incriminating evidence, the pair hurried into the coaches' office, where they told all to Beard and Roy, showing them the video before they awaited the arrival of Ted.

"Oh, what are y'all still doing here?" Ted asked as entered the laptop, met with the sight of Billie, Ted, Beard and Trent crowded around Beard's laptop.

"Coach, you're gonna wanna watch this," Beard replied.

"Is it one of them videos of a military parent coming home after a long tour?" Ted asked eagerly, blissfully unaware of the truth, "'Cause if so, I'm gonna be eating tears and snot for dinner."

"Not quite," Trent replied, his glasses balanced between his fingers.

Beard pressed play on the video and the group watched Nate storm into the locker room on the day that Richmond got promoted. They watched as Nate jumped up and down, attempting to reach the sign, Billie bit back a smug smile at his inability to reach it.

Nate rushed into the office, grabbing one of the chairs, dragging it back into the locker room. He stood on it, but the wheels meant that it slipped from under him, leaving him on the floor. He tried again, steadying the chair against the doorframe, yanking the poster off of the wall. The group watched as he wandered back into the office, the sacred yellow paper in his hands, he tore it in two, placing it on Ted's desk, like Aslan on the stone table.

"Where did this come from?" Ted asked, pausing the video.

"These fucking legends thought to pull the security footage when they found out about the sign," Roy explained, gesturing between Billie and Trent.

"I guess you can take the boy out of journalism but you can't take journalism out of the boy," Trent smiled proudly.

"Right, you fucking ruined it now," Roy huffed.

"It actually reminded me of a time back in 2012, when One Direction fans hacked into airport security cameras to see the boys checking in," Billie replied with a proud grin.

"You've definitely fucking ruined it now," Roy quipped, smiling at his sister, "The point is the answer we were looking for has arrived."

"What are you talking about?" Ted frowned.

"A video like this could motivate a team, perhaps," Beard replied.

"Our boys need to fuck shit up this weekend...respectively," Billie told him.

"Thank you for your help, Trent," Ted nodded at the former journalist, "May a young Robert Redford portray you in a film someday,"

"Probably Dustin Hoffman," Trent smiled, "Good night."

"Night, Trent," Billie offered him a fist bump, "And we are definitely starting a pop culture podcast one day."

"Absolutely," Trent saluted her before leaving the room.

"Go home, guys," Trent told the group, "Get some sleep."

"Are we meeting Jamie and Phoebe at that curry place?" Roy asked his sister.

"Yeah, he texted to say they've been watching Frozen at mine, and they'll meet us there," Billie grinned as she and her brother left the office.

"Enjoy your curry, Kents," Ted stopped them in the doorway with his voice.

"Cheers," Billie replied, "And for the record, I really hope you don't expect me to play nice if I run into the so-called 'Wonder Kid' this weekend."