A/N - Collection of short things that often enter my head. They may end up here.
Title: Are They or Aren't They
Rating: K
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"Are they or aren't they?" Claudia asked Steve.
"Are who, what or not?" He replied, confused.
Claudia gestured across the Warehouse office, where H.G. and Myka were bickering over where to file a notecard. The taller agent was holding the card up over the older woman's head just out of her reach and saying something about, "You're the agent under me and have to do what I say."
"Them! Myka and H.G. Do you think they're you know… " She waggled her eyebrows up and down.
Steve looked at the pair. H.G. was standing with her hands on her hips. He could hear her say, "Darling, if I were the agent under you, I very much doubt I'd be doing anything but exactly what you say."
He cleared his throat, "Well, I don't think it's any of our business if they are or not."
The redhead turned and looked incredulously at him, "Of course it's our business! They're our family. We want our family to be happy, right?"
"Yeah sure, but it's really nothing we should get involved in."
"Can't you, you know, use your gaydar or something? Just tell me if Myka is Helena's toaster oven or not?"
He looked back toward the women. Myka was blushing furiously and H.G. looked supremely satisfied. She held the note card in her hand with her gaze locked on the taller agents face.
"You do know that I can only detect lies and not if someone is gay, right?" Steve's blue eyes looked earnestly at her. "Besides, I think H.G. has a full set of kitchen appliances by now. That woman could charm the pants off of Ann Coulter if she set her mind to it."
The computer tech choked on her laughter. "That's a visual I really didn't need!"
Steve just grinned and returned to his work.
