Again, something from my defunct pen name.
No real spoilers, just a few comments on tension between the two.
Summary: Someone from the outside observes a pair of agents.
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I sit at my desk and watch the two of them get off the elevator. She steps out first, reading a file and not really paying attention to where she's going. Why would she have to? He steps out behind her and places a hand on her lower back, guiding her in the right direction. She doesn't even look up, not that she has too.
I sigh to myself as they disappear down the hallway and around the corner. It must be nice to have that sort of trust in a relationship. I would give anything to have that kind of relationship with my partner. Hell, I'd give anything to have that kind of relationship with my better half.
The gossip mill is running behind me at full tilt. I can hear agents and secretaries alike whispering about the two of them and whether they're "doing it" or not. I know that they aren't, but frankly I couldn't care less. Oh, I know they're in love. Any idiot could see that. Except maybe them.
It puzzles me to no end. They have been together as partners for a long time, have become closer than most married couples, and are still trying to convince themselves that they are nothing more than work partners and friends. And it's beginning to strain their relationship.
Recently, they have been snappish with each other. I'm not deaf, nor am I blind. Those two have been hiding from each other for so long the pressure is building up. Something's going to snap and it's going to drive them apart forever.
I could be gallant and say that it would be such a shame to have a partnership as productive as theirs fall apart, but that isn't it. Everyone dreams of being in love. I'm not talking puppy love here. I'm talking about the love where you will drop everything and walk across the country for that person if they asked. It's refreshing to see.
Their voices are audible from the office down the hallway. She's yelling at him, he's yelling at her. Something in me just wants to sprint down there and make them realize what they're doing to themselves. But I can't, it's not my place.
Inspiration hits and I rocket out of my chair. Punching the elevator button a plan begins to form in my mind. Inside the elevator I make a few minor adjustments to the control panel. As I step out, I thank my high school physics teacher for lessons in basic electronics.
Just in time too. I barely get away from the doors when she storms by me and onto the elevator. He's just behind her. If I didn't know better, I'd swear that he was foaming at the mouth. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
As the elevator doors shut I realize it's too late for that. I can hear the elevator begin to descend and then it shudders and stops. As I try to make my way back to my desk without anyone
noticing the guilty look on my face, I hope I did the right thing.
Two hours later I'm still sitting at my desk. I'm actually a little worried. The yelling has stopped and I fear that she's killed him. Accomplice to murder was not what I had in mind when I set this up.
The elevator's working again. I peer around my monitor to watch them come out.
Well, they're both alive. But he's got a nasty black eye. I involuntarily wince, again thinking that this wasn't such a great idea.
Although, I think I'm proved wrong. She steps out and he places his hand on her lower back, guiding her towards the stairs. I can't help it, I grin.
As they pass by me it's all I can do to keep from cheering. Instead, I settle on, "Good afternoon, Agents Mulder and Scully."
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What can I say? I was in a fluffy kind of mood. :)
No real spoilers, just a few comments on tension between the two.
Summary: Someone from the outside observes a pair of agents.
~~~*~~~
I sit at my desk and watch the two of them get off the elevator. She steps out first, reading a file and not really paying attention to where she's going. Why would she have to? He steps out behind her and places a hand on her lower back, guiding her in the right direction. She doesn't even look up, not that she has too.
I sigh to myself as they disappear down the hallway and around the corner. It must be nice to have that sort of trust in a relationship. I would give anything to have that kind of relationship with my partner. Hell, I'd give anything to have that kind of relationship with my better half.
The gossip mill is running behind me at full tilt. I can hear agents and secretaries alike whispering about the two of them and whether they're "doing it" or not. I know that they aren't, but frankly I couldn't care less. Oh, I know they're in love. Any idiot could see that. Except maybe them.
It puzzles me to no end. They have been together as partners for a long time, have become closer than most married couples, and are still trying to convince themselves that they are nothing more than work partners and friends. And it's beginning to strain their relationship.
Recently, they have been snappish with each other. I'm not deaf, nor am I blind. Those two have been hiding from each other for so long the pressure is building up. Something's going to snap and it's going to drive them apart forever.
I could be gallant and say that it would be such a shame to have a partnership as productive as theirs fall apart, but that isn't it. Everyone dreams of being in love. I'm not talking puppy love here. I'm talking about the love where you will drop everything and walk across the country for that person if they asked. It's refreshing to see.
Their voices are audible from the office down the hallway. She's yelling at him, he's yelling at her. Something in me just wants to sprint down there and make them realize what they're doing to themselves. But I can't, it's not my place.
Inspiration hits and I rocket out of my chair. Punching the elevator button a plan begins to form in my mind. Inside the elevator I make a few minor adjustments to the control panel. As I step out, I thank my high school physics teacher for lessons in basic electronics.
Just in time too. I barely get away from the doors when she storms by me and onto the elevator. He's just behind her. If I didn't know better, I'd swear that he was foaming at the mouth. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
As the elevator doors shut I realize it's too late for that. I can hear the elevator begin to descend and then it shudders and stops. As I try to make my way back to my desk without anyone
noticing the guilty look on my face, I hope I did the right thing.
Two hours later I'm still sitting at my desk. I'm actually a little worried. The yelling has stopped and I fear that she's killed him. Accomplice to murder was not what I had in mind when I set this up.
The elevator's working again. I peer around my monitor to watch them come out.
Well, they're both alive. But he's got a nasty black eye. I involuntarily wince, again thinking that this wasn't such a great idea.
Although, I think I'm proved wrong. She steps out and he places his hand on her lower back, guiding her towards the stairs. I can't help it, I grin.
As they pass by me it's all I can do to keep from cheering. Instead, I settle on, "Good afternoon, Agents Mulder and Scully."
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What can I say? I was in a fluffy kind of mood. :)