Open Case File [COMPLETED]

Once and For All

"Wow, thanks."

"But I also know that you're his weakness. Sometimes we'll all be together and I'll watch as Donovan looks at you and it's like half his brain falls out of his head. He loses all thought and becomes an unless blob."

"I see, so you're hoping that as we fight he'll look at me, became stunned by my beauty, and forget how to use his arms."

"Sure, something like that. Stunned by your beauty might be pushing it-"

Carter punched James' arm and he laughed.
"Yes, that is what I plan to happen, that he will be stunned by your beauty."

Before Carter could deliver a second blow to James for his sarcasm, Mason approached.

"This should be interesting," he said.

"Who are you betting on?" Carter asked.

Mason shrugged. "Easy, both of you. That way I can't lose. I know both of you to be overly vicious and I plan to sit back and see which one is more so."

Mockingly, Carter put her hand over her heart. "Mason, your support leaves me without words."

"Fine by me, you don't need words to beat your husband."

Carter shook her head, not sure she was ever going to fully like Mason but caught with still finding him wildly amusing. He was the best and worst person to have around.

"So," Carter said, waving her hand at the mass of people. "Was this Brock's doing, or yours?"

Mason twisted around, gazing out on the mob. "Well, Brock told me and I sent out a mass text, so it's hard to tell who is at fault."

"True," Carter said. "Brock shouldn't have told you in the first place."

"Exactly, so this is technically on him."

Brock, Clint, and Donovan crossed over to the trio, Donovan taking the place at Carter's side and sliding his arm around her waist. He leaned in close to her.

"You ready for this?" he asked.

Cupping his face, she kissed him. "Definitely. How else is a married couple supposed to spend their Friday night?"

Donovan laughed and kissed Carter's forehead. "Beats me."

"Alright," Brock said, breaking into the tender moment. "Let's get this going."

The group walked to the mat, the crowd parting to let them through. Carter and Donovan split ways, each took aside as the crowd spread out, forming a barrier around them. As Carter gazed around her at the eagerly talking coworkers, she came to a decision.

Brock stepped into the center of the mat and held out his arms as if he were an announcer in a boxing ring.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he said. "We're happy to have you here to witness the conclusion of a long-discussed debate, who is the better fighter, Donovan or Carter?"

The crowd clapped and cheered. Brock waved his hands, quieting them.

"Though we all know that you would like to see blood, we respect that they are still a couple and that would be crossing a line. So the fight is one of strength with the goal of pinning the opponent to the mat for ten seconds."

He looked between Carter and Donovan. "Is that clear? I won't have your marriage ruined because of me."

"It's clear," Carter said.

"Good. Let the fight begin!"

As Brock hurried off the mat, Carter charged forward, knowing Donovan would have planned for a minute to assess the situation. She collided with him and they crashed to the mat, the crowd roaring with excitement. Donovan's surprise was short-lived and in a matter of seconds, he had Carter pinned down.