A/N: Hello! Just a little flashfic about my favorite pair, Flynn and Brenda. Ok, not really a Brenda/Flynn. A little miserable, actually XD Poor Andy.
Sorry for the mistakes and strange phrases, I'm Italian and I know very little English (only thanks to the songs, tv shows and fanfics of this fandom. Uh, and school, but really bad). If there is something grammatically horrible, tell me!
Disclaimer: Character unfortunately are not mine.
From Afar
He watches her walking back-and-forth before the whiteboard, with her pink fluttering skirt and blonde curls bouncing softly.
He don't really listens a word of what she saying, too busy to look at her. From afar, as always. He loves those moments, when she talks about the case and she gives directives to her team. He can watch at her without arousing suspicion. And he would remain there for hours, only to hear the lovely sound of her accent and watching her movements, the expression on her face, her great legs and...
-Lieutenant, do you understand?-
He not even aware that she is talking to him. Andy moves in the chair and grins: -Sorry Chief, I got distracted.-
-I told you that you should check the phone records of the victim. Thank yew.- she says gently.
-Yes, ma'am.-
So he has to stand up. Remains standing next to his desk. He don't leave yet, waits for her to finish giving orders to the rest of the team, without taking his eyes off her.
He wants to take advantage of every single moment in which can look at her.
From afar, as always.