One-shots for our favorite SAA. These were originally in different collections, but I've put them together for the Tig lovers lol.
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Tracy shut the filing cabinet as Juice stuck his head in the door leading to the garage. He smiled at her, making her chuckle. You just couldn't be in a bad mood when Juice Ortiz smiled at you.
"Hey, Tracy, you got a minute?"
She nodded and he stepped fully into the office, shutting the noise from the garage out with the closing of the door. "What's up, Juice?"
He sighed and rubbed a hand over his mohawk before sitting on the edge of the desk. "You know Gem's birthday is coming up in a couple of weeks, right?" When she nodded, he continued. "I want to make her a cake for her birthday."
Tracy smiled, loving how good-hearted Juice could be. "She'd love that! I didn't know that you knew how to bake!"
Juice chuckled and shook his head. "I don't. That's where you come in." He held up a hand when she started to speak. "Just hear me out, okay? Gemma always does something for our birthdays and somehow, nobody has anything planned for hers. I think that sucks and we should do something about it. You're the closest friend she has now that Luann is gone, and I thought that you might want to help me plan a surprise party for her."
Tracy stared at him for a moment before walking over and giving him a hug. "I think that's the best idea I've heard in a long time. Gemma will love it. So you want me to plan the party and make the cake?"
Juice shook his head and chuckled. "No, I want you to help me plan the party, but... I want you to teach me how to bake. I want to do the cake."
Tracy stared at him for a moment before grinning and nodding. "Have you ever baked anything?"
Juice winced and shook his head. "Nah, I can't even boil water. I could have asked Bobby, but I'd never hear the end of it if the guys find out, so... will you help me?"
Tracy chuckled and nodded, causing Juice to jump up and grab her in a hug, spinning her around the room and drawing attention from the garage area. "Yes! Ok, but this has to stay on the down-low, okay? I don't want anyone to find out just yet."
Tracy nodded again as she lifted a brow at Tig, who was staring at them through the window leading to the garage. "Alright, but first we need to plan the party, then we'll start the baking lessons. You free tonight?"
Juice nodded, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek. "Yes! I'll bring pizza and beer to your place after work and we'll start planning. Thanks, Tracy!"
She giggled as Juice practically ran back to the garage, causing Happy and Tig to say something to him that she couldn't hear. She shook her head and went back to the filing, wanting to get the old work orders and invoices put away while Gemma was with Tara and the boys. She heard the door to the garage once again open and shut, causing her to turn that way, thinking that Juice had forgotten something. Instead, she saw Tig standing there, staring at her with a frown on his face. Tracy lifted a brow as she picked up a stack of papers from the desk.
"Can I help you with something, Tig?"
He nodded before taking a step closer. "Something going on between you and Juicy? He seems awfully happy all of a sudden."
Tracy shook her head. "Nope, nothing going on. Juice is just a naturally happy person when you guys aren't dogging him all the time."
Tig shrugged. "Ok, I was just wondering. I mean, I figured because Juice is a little young for you and all."
Tracy slowly laid the papers back on the desk before putting her hands on her hips and facing off against the club SAA. "What are you trying to say, Trager? Did you just call me old?"
Tig once again shrugged, this time with a cocky grin on his face. "Well, sweetheart, I just think that maybe you should stick to the more mature guys of the club. You know, unless you got a Mrs. Robinson complex going or something."
Tracy nodded, taking a step forward to bring herself within kissing distance of Tig. "Well, I don't suppose that you need to worry about what I'm doing or with whom I'm doing it. You've had plenty of time to jump on this." She shrugged as she reached up to straighten the collar of his shirt. "Not my fault if you took too long and Juice jumped instead."
Tracy hoped that she was hiding the effect he was having on her nerves well enough to pull off being unaffected because, in truth, it was taking everything she had not to jump into his arms right there. She'd had a case for Tig since the day she met him, but he'd never shown any interest. Now, she thought with irony, he finally decides to show interest and she has to play it off.
Tig nodded with a look on his face so close to rage that Tracy caught her breath. He leaned in, his lips a breath away from hers. "Alright, doll, but keep in mind that you probably don't have the stamina to keep up with Juice. Ya know, being middle-aged and all." He stepped back as Tracy stared at him with her mouth hanging open in shock. "You might want to start taking some vitamins if you're going to play in the kid's section of the park."
As he strode out of the office, slamming the door behind him, she thought to herself that she took it all back. She wasn't in love with Tig Trager. She wanted to run over him with his own motorcycle instead.
Juice stared at her, a piece of pizza halfway to his mouth as he swallowed hard. "Damn, and he's still alive? You must really love him." When she looked at him like she wanted to smack him, he chuckled and shook his head. "Look, I get it. He acted like a dick but I think he's got a thing for you. He was just jealous." His grin got bigger. "Of me. Tig was jealous of me. Give me a second to enjoy that fact."
Tracy shook her head and grinned at him as she threw her napkin at his head before slumping back in her chair. "Look, this could work to our advantage. Let them think we're dating. It'll make it a lot easier to get all of this party shit done."
Juice nodded before he chuckled. "I don't know. You want me to pretend to be dating the hot single woman at the office that all the guys try to flirt with... at least when Tig isn't looking? That might too much of a hardship."
She stuck her tongue out at him. "Well, if you want to pull off this party, then you're going to have to take one for the team."
