A one shot.
Shooting Practice.
"You really do need shooting practice, Evan." Dylan smiled tightly, settling herself down onto the brown leather sofa. She kicked off her leather boots, resting herself back onto the sofa once she had removed them. Her head lolled to the right, leaning on the palm of her hand.
"I wasn't on my game today." Evan muttered, circling around to avoid Dylan's glares. He picked up his rugby ball, throwing it in the air once or twice. He huffed, the ball left his hand and easily missed the basket high up in the corner of the room.
"OK, that was terrible. You need shooting practice." Dylan sniggered, giggling behind her small and delicate hand. Evan shot her a look, and the woman soon managed to stop giggling.
He picked up the ball, not bothering to try and shoot again. He sighed heavily and mumbled his next sentence to her. "I was wondering, you couldn't help me get better in that department, could you?"
Dylan raised an eyebrow. "You couldn't ask Mac?"
"I didn't want to be sexist." Evan defended, rather quickly. He watched Dylan's head drop, she was thinking about it. She rose her head, a small smirk on her playfull lips.
"OK, I'll teach you." Dylan merely nodded, she stood up and swayed her hips as she walked down the staircase.
Evan followed.
X
"I'm assuming you know how to hold a gun?" Dylan asked, a smirk on her face once the question slipped from her mouth.
Evan stood next to her, the strap of the gun around his shoulder. He tightly smiled, pulling the gun around he turned to face the targets Mac had created. Evan lifted the gun, the recoil pad jammed into his shoulder. He could hold a gun quite well, it was the panic that scared him.
"OK, so you know how to hold a gun," Dylan smiled, a hint of sarcasm in her tone of voice. She watched him, the way his big, strong, arms stood out whilst he held a gun made her knees weak.
"Are you ready?" she asked, a playfull grin on her lips. Evan merely nodded, his eyes focaused on the targets.
Dylan watched him for a couple of more moments, before she took her gaze away to press the button. She glanced back up and the targets began to move, Evan shoot at all three and missed two of them. Holding back her laughter, Dylan handed over more bullets.
"Relax, Evan." Dylan smiled, she stood behind him and rested her hands on his shoulders as he reloaded the gun.
"Don't imagine those targets as creatures, imagine them as I don't know, monkeys. They're not dinosaurs, and correct me if I'm wrong monkeys don't kill." Dylan whispered into his ear, and Evan suddenly relaxed. His shoulders were less tense, and Dylan's cool breath against his ear calmed him.
The targets moved, and Evan shot all three straight in the middle.
Dylan smiled proudly, her work was done. "Well done, Evan."
Evan turned to face her, their noses almost touching. "Couldn't of done it without you, Dylan."
The pairs smiles faded, their eyes locked and Dylan could feel his minty fresh breath. She wanted to kiss him, so badly. But she knew it wasn't professional to be kissing your boss. Her dreams crashed of kissing Evan Cross, the alert of another anomaly was heard from the main room.