Title: An Incorrect Assumption
Rating: PG13; it's intense but not really explicit
Summary: It's amazing how an FBI agent could get one thing SO wrong.
Word Count: 230
Disclaimer: I don't own WaT. I own lousy, unfinished Psychology coursework that was supposed to be in more than a few days ago. I'd gladly swap.
An Incorrect AssumptionI can feel his gaze burning into me. I stare at the piece of paper in front of me but the words are meaningless. I try to swallow the tennis ball stuck in my throat and fail. I pretend not to notice him, but I can still feel his gaze on me.
I refuse to look at him though because I know that the moment our eyes would meet I'd tell him anything, everything. I've seen people, suspects, do it before.
He watches you so intensely that you feel as though he can read your mind just by looking. Or he leans in closer to you, like you're a radio on quiet but he can hear it loud and clear as long as he just gets close enough. Sometimes he touches, as if he can absorb the information he wants simply through contact. Most people tell him what he wants to know in the end.
But I'm not most people. I'm my father's son, so I guess it's my fault that it's been 3 years and he's still staring at me, trying to figure me out.
"I think you and Samantha make the perfect couple." He says, before sauntering off elsewhere, probably to get more coffee. I don't reply. I just admire the view of his slightly swaying, cotton-covered ass.
Oh Dannyboy, you've got me figured all wrong.
FIN