Week 20 - Court's "Confession" Challenge

I used: Prompt (2) Words: backup, promise, bet, problem, plan.

The Walls Have Eyes

by jnharrow

Lester paused at the entrance of the conference room and said casually, "Throw a backup copy of our notes on the server before you go, wouldya, Beautiful? Ranger'll kill us if we spent all that time for nothing."

I grabbed my laptop and glared at Lester. "It's not like my car blows up every day. I haven't lost one in six months. It's perfectly safe."

Do they all have that damn blank face perfected? "Alright, alright, fine. I promise I'll go back to my desk, plug right back in and save a copy for you before I leave. I'll name the folder 'Lester is a pain in the--'"

His laugh cut me off and he gave me a conciliatory pat on the shoulder as I shoved past him. Following me, he said, "Look at it this way, Beautiful, if I have the list, maybe I can track down a few more of those contacts while you're out."

"Yeah, yeah. Next time you take the notes."

"Hey, I told you I can't type."

"I'm not buying that anymore." I grumbled. "I think you tricked me."

"Scout's honor, I suck at it."

I was sure if I looked behind me, he'd be wearing that innocent little boy look again…the same one that suckered me into doing the notes in the first place.

"Bet you were never a boy scout," I scoffed and stopped short, causing him to bump into me. Looking back at him, I eyed him thoroughly, up and down; I was careful not to pause on anything interesting, a slight problem because all of the Merry Men were nothing but interesting to look at, but I managed. "Nope, can't picture you in the uniform."

I was about to continue walking when he draped an arm around my shoulders and spoke softly into my ear, "But I'm always prepared, Beautiful."

Probably it was accidental that his lips brushed my ear ever so slightly.



I shivered. Darn goosebumps. Darn Hungarian hormones. Darn off-again Joe and no-relationships Ranger.

He nudged me, my feet started moving again and we moved in tandem down the hall, Lester still talking in that low, lethal tone. "If uniforms are what--"

"Santos!" Tank barked, coming around the corner and heading us off.

Lester dropped his arm, but looked unfazed. "Yeah?"

"You're on monitors tonight."

Now Lester did look upset. "Monitors? I just got off a week on monitors. I shouldn't be due for another six weeks!"

Tank smirked. "Better plan for another few weeks." He tipped his head ever so slightly to the camera mounted on the wall behind him.

Lester swore and stalked off.

Tank grinned at me and disappeared back around the corner too.

I looked up at the camera, treated it to a good Jersey girl eye roll and, shaking my head, moved out of its range.