Season 5, Episode 8

Liam Martelli sat quietly, looking at the beautiful mirrored glass chevron wall that stood behind his desk. Cook had picked it out and hired someone to redo his office while the mafioso was on one of his longer trips.

It was beautiful and what they had done on the desk upon his return while he noted one of the colors was an exact match for one of the swirls of color in his lover's eyes was even more so.

He flexed his claws in and out of his paws. This was something he had done everything to assure would never happen. This was the one thing that would negate his no-killing policy.

Taking his husband, his whole world, was a crime punishable by worse than death.

He'd sent away his vortex-making pair of minions and was now just awaiting the telltale pop of his guest's arrival.

As three pops went off in succession, he spun around slowly, ready for anything.

"Ah, well I hadn't expected to see all of you. But I can't stress enough how important the