A Good Guy
Disclaimer: I wish, but no, I don't own the characters/show.
Spoilers: Season 3's "Bank Job."
"Ya know, Hank, I really could have used a guy like you back in the day. Ever rethink your career choice?"
He's finishing feeding the newly christened "Taco" when she walks in, and he laughs as he watches the many tentacled creature chow down.
"Nope, can't say I have."
She joins him, watching their hard-won catch. He does his best to ignore how close she is, and that she's wearing a skirt. She never wears skirts. She looks good-
"Ah, c'mon sweet pea. Never wanted to take a walk on the wild side?"
Thankfully her teasing derails his train of thought.
"This isn't the wild side? And I am never gonna live that one down am I?"
He finally looks at her, wishes he hadn't. He doesn't know how she gets more gorgeous everyday, but it's happening, and he can't help but notice.
Her smile just makes it worse.
"Nope and nope."
"Oh really?"
He's proud that he can manage to say that much at this point.
"Yup. The wild side is doing what you want, taking what you want, no matter the consequences. Around here, we're all about consequences."
"Still feels good though, right? Being a good guy?"
She raises that eyebrow of hers, and only then does he realize just how close they are, how he can see each hair that makes that eyebrow, how he can hear her breathe, how he can smell…damn.
Rather than respond noncommittally like the last time he'd asked the question, however, her smile widens.
"Everyday, sweet pea, everyday."
He opens his mouth to protest this new nickname, but quickly snaps it shut as he feels those lips he's been trying so hard not to stare at press and linger against his cheek.
Pulling back, she laughs at his expression, whacking him across the back of the head as she leaves.
"Catch ya later, Hank!"
When he finally shakes himself out of his daze, he can't help but smile.
Hearing Taco squirm, however, he looks back to the enclosure to see the Abnormal pressed against the glass, in what he could swear was a curious manner.
"What're you lookin' at?" He demands, watching as it merely squawks before returning to its meal.
Oh yeah, he smiles; today was a good day to be a good guy.