Leather Jacket [Rosa Diaz]

Seventeen

YIPPIE KAYAK

Y/N/N~Your Nick Name

"Ho, ho, ho, Jake." Charles beamed walking into the bullpen wearing a Santa hat. "Special delivery from Santa's elf. Merry Christmas." He passes a bag to Jake that read the words 'Merry Christmas' all over it.

"Ah," Jake says as he pulls a large bottle from the bag and gasps in happiness.

"Heart Attack soda," The boy explains, cupping his hands in front of his body.

"Holy crap!" Jake exclaims, smiling at the bottle. "I love this stuff! You know, technically, it's just carbonated fudge." He shrugs placing the Christmas bag on his seat.

"I know."

"I thought they banned it." Jake guessed.

"Not in Syria. They use it to induce labor in goats." Charles nods correcting the boy. "And your real present arrives tomorrow." He bows slightly before nodding.

Jake gasped, "There's more? Charles, this is too much." He placed his hand on one hip.

"Nonsense! It was just a lot of time and a lot of money." He shrugs before walking off as Jake's eyes go wide in the search for someone.

"Gina! I screwed up." Jake says grabbing the attention of Gina walking past him. "I didn't buy Charles a gift."

"Oh, well, I always knew he would die of sadness." She shrugs, holding her cup of coffee close to her chest.

"I'm such a selfish jerk," Jake stressed as he waved his arms around crazily above his head. "I was just so focused on Amy's gift that I completely spaced." He says as he points to Amy's desk opposite his. "His present to me was so personal. All right, think. What does Charles love? Gross food, tan pants, 'MasterChef Junior'. Ooh, I could call up one of those kids and offer them a free trip to New York." The boy gushed clicking his fingers in excitement.

"I wouldn't do that," Warned Gina.

"Right, 'cause I'm a stranger, and I shouldn't be luring them out of state. Good call." He nods, placing both hands on his hips.

"Jake, just go to Goodwin's. They're open late, and they have everything." Gina shrugs, reminding the boy.

"Right. Smart. Please come with me. Please, I need help picking something out. Please, Gina?" Jake pleads before peering around to face Terry. "I'll take a pic of Terry in the locker room for you."

"No towel, with his foot up on the bench." She smirks.

"Towel on, still wet from the shower," Jake confirmed before pursing his lips together and nodding slightly.

"I'm in."

"Hey, guys. What's up?" Terry waves uncomfortable at the two staring at him.

"Nothing." They both respond in unison before signing the contract with a quick handshake.