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You should probably just leave it, Sarah.

Which means there's something to leave... [Setting the bottles of water she went to find on the coffee table, she resumes her place on the couch, stretching out so that her legs were half over Lyle's lap. Yeah, sorry, honey...she could care less that you're worth 80 billion dollars or whatever. She's known you too long to care.]

[Oh. Crap. He hadn't thought about the fact that his statement would confirm there's a story behind Tom and Derek. He only marginally flinches when she drapes her legs over his lap. His jeans didn't cost thousands of dollars, pfft. Who told you that? Was it Steve? Grrr, Steve.

Wait, he was supposed to be dissuading her from investigating, not making funny Flight of the Conchords references...]

Sarah, you know Tom's not going to tell you anything.

[Thousands of dollars? Seriously? Her jeans came from Old Navy. Not that she really cares -- their low rise, boot cuts are perfection. But still...thousands of dollars?]

True. Tom either starts cursing or meerkats everytime Derek's name comes up in conversation. Derek, however...he might talk.

[She gets this is a silly thing to be obsessing over. Does it even really matter anymore? But she is Tom's baby sister and so she considers it her divine right to meddle.]

[Seriously. Nothing but designer touches this ass now, baby. Even his boxer briefs are designer, okay?

He snickers softly at the meerkat comparison, but then he frowns.]

No. Sarah, just- No.

[Oh are they now? Is she going to get to see said boxer briefs? Not that she thinks about his boxer briefs...just...yeah.]

What? It's Derek. I've known him since...forever.

[Maybe... Eventually... omgyesdoyouwannaseethemnow?

I mean...]

Exactly. It's...Derek.

[He scrunches up his nose. Okay, so maybe he knows Derek a little too well and he's concerned that the older man might see Sarah as a gorgeous young female to conquer. And, you know, it's perfect revenge against Tom.]

[Whoooa. Slow down there, tiger. Ask her to dinner. Then we'll talk. Not that she doesn't WANT to see them now. Juuust jumping into bed could be bad form. Maybe.]

OMG...do you think I'm going to sleep with him??? Lyle!

[Oh. Right. Dinner. That probably would be a good idea, huh?

He freezes, looking like the clichéd deer in a car's headlights.]

What? Pfffffft, no. Of course not!

[Maybe...]

You do...

I can't believe you!

[He coughs, looking embarrassed]

Look, I'll be the first to admit that I owe Derek a lot for casting me in my first role, but even I know how he can be around a pretty girl, and you are of legal age.

[This face, Lyle. You've seen it before. You know what it means.]

[Ohhhh yes. He knows it's time to change the subject. Yep.]

Got any plans for Friday?

Not yet...?

[He grins] Would you like to go to dinner with me?

What?

I mean...yes. Yes. I'd love you.

[He looks amused]

You'd love me? That's so sweet, Sarah. I'll pick you up? Seven? How do you feel about sushi?

[Oh god. She hadn't meant to...oh god...]

To! I meant I'd love to...but yes...seven is great. As is sushi. Really.