Summary: Some people would have to say being in a firefight made them the most anxious. Not Colby Granger, though. For Colby, anxiety came in the form of paperwork.
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A/N: Hope you all enjoy the drabble. Anxiety's nothing fun to deal with. I was thinking about anxiety and wondered what Colby's was. Then it came to me...
Anxiety.
It comes in many forms, many faces, many disguises.
For Special Agent Colby Granger, it did not come in the form of chasing after bad guys, being shot at, and driving his car at six hundred miles an hour.
It came in the form of paperwork.
Stacks of decorated brown and yellow manila envelopes.
Some were of good guys, some were of bad guys. Some were of other things entirely.
Colby wasn't sure how the files all related to the case they were working on. Maybe he'd get lucky, and they would be able to get Charlie to do an algorithm and narrow this paper work search down. Or maybe the files room was just being remodeled.
Or something else entirely. Anything to get out of this mess. Anything beat looking at his desk and seeing it full of paperwork.
"Can't Charlie do one of his algorithm things and narrow our searching down?" he asked, looking at the stack of paperwork that threatened to overwhelm him. He tried to send a telepathic message to David: please, no!
"Afraid not," David said as he put another stack down on Colby's deck. "Charlie's algorithm is why we're going through all this paperwork in the first place."
"Remind me to shoot him later," Colby said as he picked up a file, the anxiety rising slightly in his gut.
Some people would have to say being in a firefight made them the most anxious. Not Colby Granger, though. For Colby, anxiety came in the form of paperwork.