A New Blue

[DAY 1]

Giorgio strode into the chief's office and saluted, back straight.

The chief let out a jolly laugh. "At ease Agent Bruno, please take a seat. I wanted to congratulate you myself."

The brunette raised an eyebrow. "Sir? On what?" He had finished a mission a few days ago, but it had ended as soon as it had started due to its ease for him.

"You are performing so well! Dare I say you are now the top Special Operations Agent in the European Division of the VSSE." He said with the pride of a father.

"Thank you sir." Smiled Giorgio, though cool headed as ever.

"As a present for your achievements, I give you-"

Was it a raise? Was it a promotion?

"A shiny new-"

A motorcycle, he knows I like motorcycles.

"Partner." The chief finally finished.

"Say what now." Giorgio said out loud.

"A partner!" The jovial man exclaimed as if it was the best thing in the world. "You've been a lone red for far too long, we've found you the perfect blue!"

Actually, the reason for that was that, if it wasn't him personally scaring them away- it was Giorgio sneaking into the Recruitment and Personnel Office to shred paperwork and delete files regarding future partner recommendations.

Stunned, Giorgio managed to find his adult words in between his expletive ones somehow. "Ha ha ha, I'll take a shiny new electric shaver instead, thanks."

"Oh now, don't be shy! His bright and playful personality goes perfectly to compliment your- well your…"

"My joyfulness and natural charm." Giorgio finished flatly for the other man.

"Ahem... you are to meet with your new partner in your own suite at 13 hundred hours. Oh and by the way, altering personnel files without proper jurisdiction for them is a serious offense, if you catch my meaning Agent Bruno." The chief winked.

"Tsk."

With a cordial exchange of goodbyes done, Giorgio wore a stormy expression which ushered everyone the hell out of his way as he headed to the designated room. Until he bumped into the famously happy duo: Alan and Wesley.

"Hey Gi!" Greeted Alan. "Why so glum, chum?"

"Giorgio." Nodded Wesley with a smile.

"Worst day of my life." Giorgio explained. The other two agents looked worried, before he finished. "Meeting my sadness- I mean my blue today. Blue, sadness, same thing if you really think about it."

"Hey!" Wesley laughed, indignant.

Alan joined in the laughter, before correcting him. "You mean the best day of your life ever, until each proceeding day gets more awesome."

"Aww buddy." His blonde partner said, touched.

The Italian agent rolled his eyes in return. "Hey, you guys are great together. But personally, I don't need some dead weight getting in my way. Think of me as more of a lone wolf."

It was Wesley's turn to roll his eyes. "Wolves are actually social pack anima-"

"Fine. I'm a hermit crab, or a solitary bee. Pick one." Giorgio snarked, cutting off the animal lover.

"Hah! More like a solitary wasp with how much you hate the guy already." Alan commented. "Look-" He continued through Giorgio shooting him a glare. "You've literally never met the poor guy, and you've decided you hate his guts already. All I'm saying is, at least give the guy a chance."

Giorgio sighed. "I don't hate him, I just don't want anything to do with him."

"Hmmm." Wesley hummed with a blank expression. "Not sure if cold indifference is too much better. But Mr Bruno, please at least try." He said as he walked away.

After the paired agents were out of earshot. Alan looked at his partner, surprised. "That was pretty cold at the end there for you buddy. You ok?"

Wesley let out a long sigh. "I just- I know our situation is different to his. But, I just imagine us first becoming partners, and you hating me. Right off the bat, for no reason."

Alan gave his partner a comforting look. Although it was sometimes mistaken as oversensitivity, one of best of Wesley's traits he admired was his empathy. He rubbed a circle on Wesley's back. "After we train the new recruits, drinks on me!"

Oh how I envy Agent Miller. Thought Giorgio, annoyed. All he had wanted was to simply operate alone like the great himself did. But, instead he felt like a petulant child, thanks to his own friend Wesley no less. It had made it sting more from someone he actually gave a shit about. But if a good friend was siding with this faceless agent rather than him, perhaps he had a point of sorts?

Giorgio reached the entrance of his base suit. Taking a deep breathe, he slowly let it out to at least greet this new intruder of his nest with a calm heart.

The door swung open and maintenance personnel burst out. "Oh shit! He's already here!"

"Bruno's here! Run, run, run!" The squad of four hurriedly squirreled past the confused agent before he could talk to any of them.

He sighed for the umpteenth time today. "That can't be good." And braced himself as he entered the room.

Upon entering, Giorgio proceeded to close the door behind him and heard another set of hurrying footsteps towards him. "Oh? A straggler? What should I do to you that your other little friends have run away fro-" He turned and was met face to face with someone much taller, built, and happier than he was expecting.

"Hi! You must be Giorgio! Nice to meetcha. I'm Evan Bernard." The alabaster blonde beamed.

'But Mr Bruno, please at least try.' He made the slightest smile and held out his hand. "Yes. Special Operations, Giorgio Bruno. Pleased to meet you Evan … Bernard."

"Oui! 'Bernard!' It is said we are a line descended from bears!" He laughed. Blatantly ignoring the outstretched hand, Evan went in for a hug.

Giorgio let out a little gasp as his body went rigid from the contact. More like descended from teddy bears. He awkwardly patted Evan on the shoulder. See Wesley? I'm giving the guy a hug. Praise be to me. "Come on. Let's get you settled in. Which suite number are you, anyway?" He asked about to open the front door.

"Quatre-vingt-un! 81!"

Wait. Giorgio turned sharply on his heel and strode into his bedroom. It was just as he feared. Those bastardi he saw earlier were running from him because they had taken out his glorious king sized bed to fit two king singles instead. He massaged the crease in between his eyebrows. Is nothing sacred?

Evan poked his head into the room. "Oh wow! We're roommates! Nice!"

Non Bernard, no it's not.

Authors Note: Haha! I've always wanted to do a 'how they became partners fic' because I love movies like Hot Fuzz and The Other Guys. The duo have clashing personalities which is super fun to write. I'd love to see other people's take on it too!

I'm also working on The Rio Mission fic as well, so don't worry I haven't given up on it... it's just that the setting and scale of the story is pretty big so I need to do a decent amount of research for the chapter writing.

(To Lilium00, spot the shout out lol!)