Set During: Season 1 / 2
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Distraction
Jack had gathered the team together to go over the logistics of the most recent case. Vivian and Sam were sat round the table looking through ATM photographs and old mug shots. Martin was leaning over his desk, his back to the room, half listening and half checking phone records on the computer screen. Danny sat back in his swivel chair; pen in his mouth, an intense look of concentration on his face.
Finally Jack drew to a close and sent them off on their individual assignments. Danny grabbed his long coat on the way as he followed Martin out of the room, the latter laden down with a handful of printouts.
When they reached the elevator Danny pressed the down button and Martin paused to see him off.
"You do know I didn't hear a word Jack said, right?"
"Why not?" Martin shifted the pile to his free arm as the other Agent stepped into the elevator.
"I was too busy checking out your ass." Danny simply stated, slipping his sunglasses on as the door closed between them; a mischievous grin curling at the corner of his lips.
The papers slipped from Martin's hands and slithered their way across the corridor floor. Not quite managing to suppress a smile, he knelt down to retrieve them.
He had known these pants would be a good idea.