Distracted

Disclaimer: Wasn't mine, still isn't mine and will never be mine.

:: HAPPY NEW YEAR!! :) Let's say this takes place somewhere between Eagle Two and Between Heartbeats.

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Jules stopped outside the briefing room and found Sam going over a pile of paperwork. When she emerged from the locker room five minutes ago, she had thought that Sam would have already been waiting for her. He had been pretty surprised and happy yesterday when she agreed to go to his place and have him cooked dinner, but he was nowhere in sight now.

"Hey," She said, taking a seat beside him. Unlike her, Sam was still in his cool pants. There's a frown between his eyes and his hair was tousled from running his fingers through it too many times.

"Hey,"

"What are you doing?"

"Looking at the transcripts from several last missions. I was almost tempted to buy a Negotiating for Dummies, if such thing existed," His grin was a bitter one.

Jules sighed. While Sam was undoubtedly an exceptional sniper, negotiating was clearly not his strong point. She knew it frustrated him and somehow the knowledge frustrated her as well. It still scared and thrilled her to know that she could feel so much for Sam in such a short period of time.

"It takes time, you have to be patient," Jules said and received an incoherent mumble in return. Exhaling a deep breath, she glanced outside. There's nobody around. She knew that the team had left a while ago and the gym was also deserted. She knew she shouldn't, but it looked like he needed a little pick me up. Well, you are his girlfriend, aren't you?

"So what's for dinner?" She casually asked, crossing her legs and moving closer until her calf brushed his. His body visibly stiffened.

"I'm sorry, it's just going to take a while longer," Sam stammered. "You fancy Italian?"

"Of course," She didn't stop. A minute passed and his body was still as rigid as a stick. Sam was still concentrating on the paperwork, well he –tried- anyway. Her efforts to make him relax failed miserably and she had to bite her lips to stifle her laughter.

She kept one eye peeled-- getting caught was the last thing they needed-- when she felt his fingers first graze then caress the smooth skin of her calf, which was exposed thanks to the skirt she had on. His eyes were still fixed on the paperwork in front of him though his fingers were slowly driving her to the next level of insanity. The table had been turned. Fighting down a shiver running down her spine, she kept her cool and looked at the whiteboard full with Sarge's scribbles all over it.

'Click'

Her head turned so fast her ponytail whipped her cheek. Sam calmly released her ankle and gathered the papers, stacking them into a neat pile. "Sam…," Jules breathed wearily. Oh he wouldn't dare!

The blond rookie stood up, grinned at her and even had the guts to peck her temple. "I'll be back before you know it,"

Jules looked down. Her so called –boyfriend- had skillfully cuffed her leg to the table. Unbelievable. Where the hell he got that from anyway? "Sam! I'm not joking, get your ass back here now!"

To her credit, he laughed. So it wasn't an entirely failed mission after all. "That's what you got for distracting me, sweetheart,"

"Sam Braddock!"

Growling, she gave her leg a useless yank. It was only the fact that she couldn't really go anywhere that stopped her from going after him and killing him. He was going to get it.

He was –so- going to get it!

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:: I realized that I had been pretty mean to Sam in some of my fics, so I figured I would give him a break. Expect a New Year story called My Resolution somewhere in the near future. Let me know what you think :)