Sorry any work from me has been slow. I have been working, I promise. This ficlet was a spur of the moment, done in under two hours, sudden inspiration thing. I don't know if England celebrates this holiday or not, but I thought it would be fun. In tradition with this holiday, for those who don't know, you wear green on this day. And (at least when I was a kid) if you didn't't someone just might pinch you.
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William watched her covertly all morning. Either people didn't notice, or were too afraid of her. Most everyone else he had seen had some form of green on them, whether a pin or a tie or something else, to keep from being pinched by their colleagues. Grell, however, wore none. Neither did William, but they wouldn't dare.
As one who usually celebrated each and every holiday that came around exuberantly, this holiday she seemed to ignore. And it wasn't just this year, but every year. None of the others dared, but did William?
If no one else was going to do it, he might as well. Feeling uncharacteristically mischievous, he left his chair. He snatched a clover from another agent, he put it in one of his lapels and approached Sutcliffe who was gossiping with another agent. "Sutcliffe," he addressed her tonelessly as he adjusted his glasses.
"William!" she turned to him cheerfully, her eyes lighting up as she clasped her hands together.
Without another word, he reached out and pinched her shoulder. "Ow!" she shrieked and rubbed her shoulder. "What was that for? It hurt!"
"It is St. Patrick's day and you are not wearing green," he replied.
"My eyes are green!" she shouted back, pointing a finger to her dual-colored irises.
"That does not count," William informed her, stifling a smirk.
"Well I can't help I don't like the color," Grell pouted and reached out to pinch him back, knowing he never wore any green on this day either.
He caught her hand and said, "No you don't." He gestured to his lapel.
She scowled at the green plant and then at William. "You put that on just so I couldn't pinch you back!" she accused.
"If you say so," he replied. He released her hand and started back to his desk. "Now stop gossiping or whatever you were doing and get back to work," he said, a smile trying to come out as the corner of his mouth twitched.
End.