Double-or-Nothing
I don't own Blindspot or any of its characters. I only borrow them to play with once in a while.
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Tuesday, 7:08 am
"Double or nothing" challenges Reade.
"Double or nothing what?" snaps Zapata.
The two agents stand in line at their favorite coffee shop across the street from the FBI building. The line is long and apparently not moving very quickly.
"Double or nothing that my boy, Weller, makes the first move on our mystery lady, Jane." Reade has an avid look in his eyes.
"Ha!" spits out Zapata. "'Your boy', she kicks in the air quotes, "Weller is so in denial that the loves jones he has for Jane that he might as well be Egyptian."
"Impressive, Zapata, impressive. Egyptian: the Nile, denial. You're a regular wordsmith. Amazing that you're able to handle more than a few grunts before your morning coffee." Reade fires back.
Zapata gives him a forced grin and crosses her arms.
"Really?" Zapata rolls out the syllables while rolling her eyes, "I was going to be nice to you because it's obvious you're going to lose our original bet. But since you're being your more-than-normally cocky and annoying self, I'll take you on. Double-or-nothing, Reade. Easiest money I'll ever make," Zapata shoots back.
"Jane can't even remember her real name. You think she's even thinking about Kurt that way?" Incredulous, Reade continues. "She may be able to kicks some serious butt at times, Zee, when she's not too busy making big scared doe eyes at Weller. She's not thinking about jumping Weller's bones. Trust me, I'd know…" Reade asserts.
"Well, now we just confirmed your continuing lack of understanding the basics of the opposite gender. Jane couldn't be more obvious in the signals she's been throwing out Weller's way", Zapata chortles. "Trust ME. Jane will definitely be the first one to cross the line and lay a big fat one on 'your boy' Weller." Again, she throws up the finger air quotes, a mocking smirk stretching her full lips.
She turns forward, pony tail swinging, impatiently staring at the front of the line. What is taking so effing long? Zapata thinks to herself while she grinds her teeth in frustration.
"Woman, you don't know anything. Weller has been making moony puppy eyes at Jane since practically day one. He's always standing near her, he's handsy with her, always putting his hand out to touch her, and the concept of personal space doesn't seem to exist for those two. I've never seen Weller be anything other than distant and professional. That isn't the case with Jane. Those two act like they're caught in each other's gravitation pull or something. And when they went undercover as a married couple, there's no way there wasn't some "convincing acting" that took place. He's just working that Weller charm on her." Reade insists.
"Weller charm?", Zapata snort laughs, " You mean Weller cluelessness. Any dang fool can see he's attracted to Jane, but he's nowhere near ready to admit it to himself; much less act on his feelings. Try to follow along, Reade. IN DENIAL."
She starts singing, "D – E – N – I – A – L."
Reade gives her an exasperated look but chooses to remain silent.
The line creeps forward so that they're now fourth in line. Zapata looks at her phone.
"At this rate, glaciers move faster than this goddamn line," grates Zapata.
"At this rate, you might tear someone's head off before we can get some coffee into you. Maybe I shouldn't be standing next to you." Reade sidesteps slowly away from Zapata while giving her a wary side-eye.
"Yeah, you stand over there. Your deodorant isn't working so hot, "she waves her hand in front of her nose, rolling her eyes and giving a fake-stumble like she was going to pass out.
Reade gives her a disgusted look. "If you keep rolling your eyes that hard, you might bruise your brain."
"At least I have a brain…", Zapata growls.
"That's questionable." Reade starts.
Zapata holds up her hand. She looks at her phone again. She fidgets from foot to foot. "I NEED some damn coffee."
She turns to look at Reade. "Seriously, though, let's do this. Double-or-nothing."
"For real?" Reade's eyebrows shoot up. He looks unconvinced yet hopeful.
"If Jane is the first to lay a lip lock on Weller, I win. If Weller ever wakes up enough to make the first move on Jane, you win." Zapata sticks her hand out towards Reade.
"Now, I like a woman who likes to live dangerously. Dangerously going to lose this bet." Reade quips as he reaches out to shake her hand.
"Then it's a deal. Like taking candy from a baby", Zapata agrees.
"Deal." Reade shakes her hand and stands back, looking overly full of himself.
Go ahead and grin your fool face off, Reade, Zapata thinks. But you won't be smiling when you're paying up.
Zapata grins to herself, secure in the knowledge that not only will Jane win the race for giving Weller the first kiss, but Zapata knows exactly what she's going to do to assure Jane's success.
End