I wrote this after the ep where Don yells the pair of them out for not getting it together. I decided that wanted to see a little more interaction between the two, as they had been such great friends. Apols for any obvious mistakes but this just came out in one go! I don't own the characters etc.
Colby ran a towel across his head as he tried to get the bay out of his hair. The water had been dark, murky and astonishingly cold. He liked the sea and tried to get in it as often as possible, usually with 6ft of fibreglass and foam with him but this was just miserable. As he sat in the front passenger seat of the bureau SUV, his legs dangling out of the open door, he could see Sinclair walking up to the vehicle. Inwardly Granger groaned; he was already annoyed with himself for not grabbing the guy before he did his Captain Nemo so the last thing he needed was David bending his ear yet again, or even worse, not saying anything at all. He pulled the towel down over his eyes so that he could at least pretend that he hadn't noticed the approach of his one time best friend. As the blue of the towel blocked his view, a familiar hollowness filled his chest. He missed the closeness that he and David had enjoyed before the secret agent and Chinese freighter thing.
Suddenly the towel was ripped from his head and he jerked his head up til his eyes met those of Sinclair's. He almost lowered his gaze again, not wanting to look at the hurt and the betrayal that he saw in the more senior agent's eyes these days but something stopped him from reacting so submissively. Hell, he had been treading on egg shells ever since he had got back to the bureau and he was tired of it, he was the one who had put absolutely everything on the line, not Sinclair, yet David seemed to be assuming the role of the injured party in this particular little life play. He fixed David's brown eyes with a defiant glare, challenging his partner to say something. There was a long silence as the two men looked at each other. Colby's mind raced as it tried to figure out the next best move. To his surprise it was David that broke the silence first. The agent cocked his head on it's side and smiled, ever so slightly but it was still a smile.
"So, gill boy, meet any nice fish down there?"
Colby studied Sinclair's face, looking for signs that this was something other than the banter that they had always batted back and forth before. Then he got it, this was Sinclair's olive branch. Time to give as good as he got.
"Well, everyone knows that people from New York can't doggy paddle, let alone chase a guy on an underwater scooter…"
"Hey, we have pools…..and the Hudson"
"Yeah, but they are for dead Mafia informers only." Colby retorted. Sinclair laughed and shook his head.
"Man, you hicks have no idea" and he wandered off. Colby watched him go, the dampn towel limp in his hands. His spirits soared. The exchange would have meant little to anyone else but to Colby it meant one thing.
They were back