AN:/ Okay, first CMSB story, this is a bit weird but will be told from Gina's and Mick's POV. This begins with Gina, it kinda gets told as a countdown from Gina's and a count up from Mick's. Oh and this is pre Beth. Love any feedback and enjoy it!
Prophet sat next to me as the other two reminisced in some private jokes at the other side of the table. This was a family, not a unit. It seemed their walls had come down for tonight, so why couldn't I let go of mine? So far, everything had gone right today. We caught our UNSUB, the flights were on time and we even managed to talk Coop into coming with us for a drink. Something still felt off.
"Gina, stop looking so serious. Loosen up we caught that bastard." Prophet half joked, nudging my rib cage gently.
"Yeah, we did..." I sighed, noticing that both Cooper and Mick were following this particular line of conversation.
"We're making a difference. One stone may not seem like a lot, but stack each one up and you have a mountain." Coop reminded me gently.
"I know Coop, it's just my Father is still bugging me to go to West-point."
Admittedly this was only one half of what was on my mind. What happened to Adrian was the bigger issue.
"You're not thinking of leaving us I hope, love." Mick asked.
It was sweet; he looked more than a little worried. They cared for me, for each other and it was reassuring to know they were there. These guys meant so much to me now it was scary. I couldn't imagine living without them, not that I'd say that aloud...
"Someone has to keep your ego in check; Prophet is usually too nice about it while Coop would beat you half to death with those sticks of his." I pointed out smirking at him.
All three were laughed at the accuracy of my statement. Nearly scaring the waitress who was bringing the next round of drinks over, away. Mick attempted to flirt with her until he saw the wedding ring. From the size of it, he wasn't going to get far. Once she had melted into the background once more the men went back to talking and thankfully not about me.
"High self-esteem, I don't have an ego." Mick said determinedly before his face broke into a huge grin. He probably only just remembered my earlier slight to his character.
"Are you sure? That sounds like an ego talking to me," Prophet interjected, taking another swig of his beer.
No, I wouldn't give this up for the world.
For the half hour following that remark I was able to forget about the world outside the bar. Then a text on my cell brought it all crashing back. 'Pls LaSalle, let me explain. Hear me out.' He didn't give up easily, but I already knew that. I should give him the benefit of the doubt, gossip was nasty and most of the time false. I said goodbye to Coop and Prophet as Mick at this stage wouldn't remember if I did or not by tomorrow morning. He was wasted and thriving on rejection. 'Meet me outside my place in half an hour.'