Carlos forced himself to smile when Elsa kissed him. But then, he didn't have to force himself any more. Her kiss made him just have to smile. She had that much of an effect on him. "Okay," he said, holding her by her soft waist, and running his hand around her back, rubbing there softly. He put on a t-shirt and walked downstairs and out the door.
Daniel, who'd been keeping a close eye on the house, hopped out of the car immediately and met Carlos halfway. He didn't want his 'partner' to be identified unless it was necessary. "So, what's the verdict?" he demanded of Carlos. "I'ma do it," Carlos spat at him. "But I don't like it one bit," he added. "If I was you, I'd watch my back. You, your partner, and Brendan," he threatened, saying Brendan's name as derisively as he could. "Files," Daniel reminded him. "I have a lot of friends who may or may not know about them, and my conversation with you," he told Carlos as a warning. "If Brendan can't contact Elsa by four o'clock this afternoon the report's getting turned in." Carlos growled and spat at the feet of the 'narc', before storming back up towards his house and upstairs. Daniel shook off his wing-tip shoe, hopped back in with Brendan, behind the tinted windows, slipped his shades back on, and roared off.