GOT YOUR BACK
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Sue Thomas FBEye belongs to Pebblehut Productions. I only own the plot. Takes place after "Rocket Man". Sign is in bold.
Sue had been at the party for an hour now, and other then her teammates in her unit, she didn't really know anybody. Some officers walked by and she greeted them. Presently, Jack, Tara, Bobby, Dimitrius, Donna, and Lucy walked up to her.
You having a good time? Lucy asked.
Pretty good. I don't really know anyone here though, Sue responded.
Yeah, sorry. I know it's a lot of people, Lucy apologized.
It's okay, Sue answered. She watched as her friends' faces lit up.
Let's dance! Tara signed.
You go. I'm okay here, Sue told them.
You sure? Jack asked.
Yes, go! Sue encouraged. She watched as they entered the dance floor and began dancing with one another. Meanwhile, Myles was on the other side of the room, talking with a group of F.B.I. agents, a drink in hand. Finally. I get to mingle with constituents that are as cultural as I am, he thought to himself as he took a small sip. When their conversation was done, he excused himself and headed in the direction that he had seen his unit, being careful not to jostle his beverage. As he crossed the dance floor, he saw a man approach Sue. Great. Max Jensen. Just what she needs, he thought to himself.
"Thomas, do you really think you can cut it here?" Max asked and Myles froze. What's he getting at? the man wondered.
"Excuse me?" Sue asked.
"I mean, I know the lip-reading has come in handy on the rare occasion, but otherwise, you're not really useful," Max told her. Myles' eyes flashed. How dare Jensen talk to her that way? I better put a stop to this, he silently determined and continued to approach him.
"We all play our part," Sue responded.
"You. Not so much. If I was Garrett, I'd put you back in "Special Projects"," Max continued.
"Max! I thought I saw you!" Myles exclaimed.
"Myles. How are you?" Max questioned.
"Fine. Fine. Just enjoying the scintillating conversations that I've been having with various colleagues," Myles answered. "And you? What have you and Sue been talking about?" he prodded.
"Oh, nothing really. Just her lack of usefulness to the Bureau," the other man answered. Myles let out a forced chuckle and then tipped his glass over Max's suit.
"HEY!" Max protested.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I must've tilted it," Myles said. Then, he grabbed the man's jacket and pulled him close. "Sue Thomas has more use to this Bureau than you ever will. Disrespect her again and you'll have to answer to me," he threatened and then pushed him back. Max let out a scoff and walked away as Myles turned to her.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
"He hurt my feelings a bit, but I'll be okay," she answered. "Thank you…for sticking up for me," she continued.
"You're a teammate and a friend. No matter what, I've got your back," he assured. She smiled. Then, she glanced at the dance floor and back at her friend.
"Would you like to dance?"
"It would be my pleasure." She took his hand and they went to the dance floor and joined their friends.
THE END