Chapter Title: A Search for Dunham
Pairing: Shoyles
Characters: Nina Sharp, Agent Broyles
POV: Broyles
Genres: I have no clue
Spoilers: Takes place at the end of 1.10
Warnings: Weird
Challenges: Flashfic Friday!
Word count: 495
Philip was more or less convinced that Sharp was the devil incarnate. She was someone who took what they wanted, when they wanted it and one simply didn't say "no" to her, which was why he was so nervous about Dunham's disappearance.
And her fiery red hair didn't help.
The heavy hotel curtains only let in some of the light, but he didn't need the light to see who was next to him. He had woken up with the knowledge that she was there.
"Philip," she sighed in that exasperated, slightly sneering way she did and he turned away from her.
It was moments like this that he simply hated his first name and wished that she would call him by his surname like everyone else.
"Philip, you're pulling the sheets to your side. You're not the only one in the bed, you know."
He eased the hold he had on the expensive white hotel sheets, and he felt the woman in the bed with him pull them even back to her side.
"Philip," she said for a third time, though this time her voice had lost most of its edge.
"What?" he asked, sounding a little gruffer than intended.
"I have a meeting in two hours and I need to get ready. Don't you need to check in the Department? I'm sure someone is wondering where you are at the moment." She jerked the sheet off the bed, obviously letting him know what she thought of his tone. She stood up, wrapped in the white cloth and he turned to look at her. Seeing that she had an audience now, her lips curled into that truly dreadful smile. "Jetting off to London to discuss business? Some people might wonder who you came to talk to."
"I came to look for Dunham," he said, knowing full and well that that had NOT been the entire reason.
The redhead smirked, her false arm catching the light. "In my hotel room? My, Philip. That's some thorough investigating. I hope DHS recognises the effort you've put in--I know I have."
"I need to catch my flight back," he said flatly.
"You always say that," she said, sounding positively delighted that he had been cowed once again.
She pulled open the curtains to the room completely, then stalked over to the bathroom doorway, where she spun around to look at him.
"And Philip," she said, her voice much softer, "You'll let me be the first to know if there's anything new regarding Olivia, won't you?"
He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her, trying to convince himself that he would never be doing this again. As he had always vowed every time he found himself in this exact situation.
"Of course," he lied and by her smile he could tell she knew that he wasn't being honest.
"Be sure to see yourself out," she called out before she shut the door to the bathroom.