a/n: so, basically i combed through some of the teensy prompted fics i'd written on my tumblr, and decided to post them here for anyone who likes them or doesn't see my dumb blog. they're all completely unconnected to each other, so it's basically just a grab bag fic of random .. vignettes, i guess.
"The Personal Visit"
She didn't exactly want to be in his basement — their relationship wasn't particularly solid, since he'd come back from Mexico (or rather, since she'd come back from Paris) — but it was time, it was necessary — she had to do it. She couldn't stand working with him if she didn't.
He was swilling whiskey and stenciling something on the boat when she waltzed in on her high heels, and he didn't look around, though she knew he knew she was there. He waited for her to state her purpose, and when she didn't, he grunted.
"What, Director?" he asked.
"For the purposes of this visit, I'd like you to call me Jen."
He made a derisive noise.
"What, Jen?" he retorted sarcastically. He paused with his pencil and turned, one hand braced on his knee. "Why?" he asked, eyeing her warily.
She crossed her arms.
"This is a personal visit."
He flicked his eyes over her, and shook his head.
"Forget it," he muttered. "Go home, Jenny."
Her lips parted in shock. She hadn't meant — well, that — but to hear him reject her so immediately and so promptly struck her a little hard, and she was hurt for a moment. She shook it off, though — really, that wasn't what she'd come for — and put a hand on her hip, narrowing her eyes at him.
"It isn't personal like that," she snapped. "I have an additional condition to letting you back in the office — "
"'M already back, Jen, Jesus."
"Look, Jethro," she started.
He turned to her again, thrusting his arm out in annoyance. She stared at him, her eyes drawn directly to the — thing on his face. That's where she found her nerve again.
"There's something I've been meaning to say — " she started.
"Then say it!"
"The mustache!" she snapped. "Shave it, or go back to Mexico. It's heinous."
He glared at her, trying not to convey his surprise. He glared at her a long time, and then he smirked.
"No."
-alexandra
story #255
