So, Eric and Nell were just so adorable with their flowers thing, I couldn't not. But as I was thinking about it, I just came up with a lot of plots and so this probably gonna be a collection of oneshots.
Yeah, I should be doing homework. Except my geometry teacher wants us to write some story even though it's a math class and I really hate that guy with a fiery passion.
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When she initially found them, she'd rolled her eyes. She was in an almost R word with someone she could almost call her B word.
Actually, not anymore. They'd gotten into a fight. Then he'd scared the shit out of her. He was a big guy, and she was fairly small, so when he puffed up to his full size and grabbed her arm, she'd been pretty scared out of her mind.
She'd called Eric and he's called the team, at which point Sam, who was, no question, bigger than her no longer almost B word, had scared him a good deal more than he'd scared her.
And even though he'd been given cut and dry instructions to steer clear of her, apparently he'd-
As she read the card, which she'd pulled from the large bouquet of lilies and tulips, she froze mid- inner rant and smiled.
After she'd begun working, typing out long codes as well as cracking them, Kensi spun up in her swivel chair, mischievous smile planted firmly on her face.
She plucked the card off Nell's desk and scanned it.
Nell pretended not to catch the eyebrows-raised look she got from Kensi over the slip of paper. She read the slip again and again until Nell snatched it from her hand and shoved it pointedly into her back pocket.
"Nell Jones," Kensi emphasized. "You had better spill." They were grown women, professionals. But sometimes, it was fun to just be girls. To ignore all matters of national security, all assignments, and sit and giggle for a while.
"Nothing to spill," Nell's eyes remained stubbornly locked on her computer monitor.
"C'mon, Nell."
"Nope."
"Seriously." Kensi pulled Nell's own wheeled chair around to face hers. "You have a thing for him," Nell blushed. "And he obviously has a thing for you. So why the hell not?"
"We are not having this conversation," Nell attempted to turn back to her work, but her chair was stiffly held from turning around.
"Not having what conversation?" Hetty, as per usual, had pulled some of her ninja tricks and showed up behind them in a flash.
"The conversation about Nell, Eric, and their thing," Kensi teased.
"It's not a thing!" Nell insisted, standing from her chair as if to prove her point.
"I see," Hetty nodded, smiling at Kensi nonetheless. "So the flowers would be from-"
The three remained silent. Kensi didn't answer because Nell could do some crazy scary things with technology and Nell was not about to prove the others' point.
"Well?" Hetty asked after a long moment.
Kensi opened her mouth to answer, but the air was split by a shrill whistle. She pointed meaningfully at Eric, who stood by the railing on the next floor instead.
Hetty hummed with something between approval and intrigue, following the other two women up the stairs.
Debriefing for the latest case was long, monotonous. But as it was brought to an end and the team filtered out of Tech Ops, Eric walked over to Nell, who'd been seated in his chair for quite a while. He looked quite calm, but having worked with him for quite some time, the saw straight through his façade and to his nervousy.
Feeling a bit awkward herself, Nell spun his chair and pushed over to the next computer, the one she worked at. Deciding it was better not to say anything, Eric grabbed her chair and pulled it over to his computer, where he settled into his work next to her, as always.
"Thanks for the flowers," Nell blurted before she could lose the nerve.
Eric smiled, but never looked away from his screen. "Anytime," and the only sound for a long time after that was the never ending clicking of their side-by-side keyboards.
As she worked, Nell thought about the card tucked safely into her pocket, reading Sorry about the way things worked out with your almost B word, but flowers make everything better, right? –Eric
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