*private entry, locked and coded and locked again - sorry Deacon, no peeksies*

Dammit, how the fuck do I clean this one up? I knew, I KNEW it was a bad idea to let him go on to LA ahead of me. Why the hell I didn't talk him out of it I'll never know. Too late now, vamps out of the bag so to speak. If he only knew the overtime I'd have to put in for this - oh wait, he will. I'll make sure of it. I think I'm going to go have a talk with the 'frenchman' he's mumbling about. After all, Deacon told me to stay away from him then, but now's not then is it? Need to start setting up some sort of information network - and a club for Deacon to run or something. Something to keep him amused and busy, because God help LA when he's bored. And I refuse to spend ALL day and night in bed with him, I have work to do.

I can protect him from hunters, can protect him from reapers, can even cover his ass with the IRS. But how in the living hell do I protect him from himself?