Day Fourteen: Genderswap
Everything was going exactly to plan, Jim's orders being carried out to the letter and each carefully positioned puzzle piece falling into place. That was it all was going to plan until Jim changed his bloody mind again. Changed the plan without warning. He'd been endlessly clear that under no circumstances was Sabrina to talk to him, or even make eye contact unless absolutely unavoidable, and then the fucker breaks his own rule. "Would you mind slipping your hand into my pocket?"
Sabrina closed her eyes for a split second at that familiar Irish drawl. Was he really risking seven months of undercover work for a cheap joke? It was hardly the first time Jim had broken his own rules and god knows the sniper knew better than to react. She looked over Jim's shoulder at her 'superior', resisting the urge to roll her eyes at the smugness rolling off her actual boss in waves. The man nodded, damn him, and she slipped her hand into the pocket of Jim's ridiculously expensive suit.
Her fingers brushed a waxy wrapper and she fished out the packet, feeling Jim's body heat burn against her hand as she did so. As she freed a piece of gum, the Irishman stuck out his tongue- dark eyes fixed on her. She was oh so careful, pressing the piece of gum to his tongue and hiding most, but not all, of her frustration. Jim's eyes glittered mischievously, well hidden beneath all his masks, and flicked his tongue just a touch, brushing her fingertips. Sabrina just managed to hide a shudder as she stepped away, ignoring the amused mumbled thanks. He better hope gets charged guilty because Jim was going to pay when he got home.