I obviously don't own these characters or have any rights to the series so don't sue me I'm a poor writer who's just trying to get her kicks with fanfiction while she's working out her nasty kinks in her own personal hell of a novel she's trying to get published. I'm not certain where I'm going with this story so stick with me and we'll see where I go!
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He looked up at her from underneath his heavy brow; gently stirring the contents of his drink as the bar tender absentmindedly dried the glasses behind the counter. He pulled the swizzle stick out of the glass and plucked the last blue cheese stuffed olive from it before taking a sip of the spirit residing in the tumbler. It burned his throat and did little to help dim the dull ache inside of him. He could almost hear her inner workings as if listening to a clock tick and click, gears catching, tumblers sliding. He was figuring out how she worked, what made her essentially her.
He knew she would be here, he had read the file that Noah so carelessly placed out open for his view in his office. Granted they were working together, albeit reluctantly, but you'd think the guy would show a little bit more reserve when it came to the lives of the people the company was tracking down? He thought this might be a set up, but Noah was playing daddy Bennett at home, trusting that he would keep his nose clean this night before their next assignment on the following evening.
Noah, Noah, Noah… he thought, You always underestimate me.
The girl in question was daintily sipping her martini around the curve of the bar from him. He could stare at her without making it obvious. She was just in his eyesight. Her power intrigued him. She was able to heal others as efficiently as he healed himself unless someone jabbed him in that tiny little bit of space in his brain that put him in stasis until the object was removed. Her ability had endless potential, endless torture potential. He could virtual do whatever he wanted to someone without repercussion and it would all just go away with a thought or a flick of the wrist. Oh yes, he wanted this one… her services to him would be invaluable.
The girl in question finally looked across the bar and caught his eye. He did his best to give his patent roguish smile and wink at her. She blushed like crazy and he had the bartender bring her another drink of whatever she was having. The girl smiled tentatively at him when she received her martini and made her way to his side of the bar. She moved with such grace and poise that she had to have been a dancer. The skirts of her loose fitted dress billowed out around her shapely calves as she claimed the stool next to him, placing her drink near his. She smiled again sheepishly and extended her hand, "Hi, I'm Caitlyn Burns."
He took her hand in his gently and brought it up towards his lips, placing a gentle and lingering kiss on her fingertips. After he removed his skin from hers he looked dead into her eyes with a half-cocked smile and said, "It's an absolute pleasure to meet you miss. I'm Gabriel Gray."