Good Job.

Quinn had never been a good girl, she had always had a naughty side. There were times when she did things she shouldn't have because she knew she could get away with it. Charlie had been wrapped tightly around her finger and it didn't take her long before she had passwords and clearance to B613 files that she shouldn't have. Curiosity got the better of her one night and she tapped into old agent files. Most of their personal information was blotted out, and oddly enough she came across Huck's file. There was no way that she could resist that temptation and devoured the information in the file.

If it had been a physical file she might have had trouble holding it, due to how many pages would have been in there. His kill record was long, his retrieval missions were impeccable and the sidenotes on his file said he was an impeccable agent but that he might not function well in society because of his tendency to watch. Quinn thought back to that file as she felt him watching her, when he looked up his eyes drifted to his screen, a magazine, his food or whatever else was near him. Even once she had caught him staring at her through the reflection of a window window and when she turned he moved quickly to examine one of the plastic ferns. Huck was a watcher, and he was watching her, there was no reason for her to notice. Only a few reasons made sense; he was that bad of an agent, she was that good of an agent, or he wanted her to know he was watching her and she was inclined to believe the last explanation.

It had been a full day of interoffice stalking before he finally stepped into the conference room and cleared his throat. Quinn looked up from her laptop, a smile playing on her lips as she ran her fingers through her hair.

"Oh, Huck, I didn't see you there. What's up?" She said.

"I have something I need to say to you." Huck said, Quinn's smile faded. These types of conversations never ended well. She prayed that he wasn't leaving OPA too, then she would truly be manning this ship all by herself.

"Oh, sure of course." She said, she hoped her voice didn't betray her nervousness.

"But I'm not sure how to say it, I mean, I know how I'm just not used to saying it."

"Just say it." Quinn said, she wanted to release the air she had been holding onto. The way he phrased that sentence meant he wasn't leaving but something was bothering him. She could deal with anything else, but she couldn't lose Huck. The thought rattled her mind a bit, it was a long time since she had graced herself with that type of cruel honesty.

"Good job."

"Good job?"

"You're doing a good job." Huck said, "I should say it more often, but I'm not good with those types of things." Quinn didn't have time to thank him because he turned quickly and left the room, heading into his office and closing the door. Again, he had surprised her, shocked her into silence. Quinn had barely been holding her head above water at OPA with Olivia's impromptu month long vacation with the President. It was good to know that someone, even if it was just one person, saw the hard work she was doing and appreciated it.


Author's Note: So it's not super romantic and lovey dovey, but it is important that he rewards Quinn with praise. She's still very much a puppy, even in the fourth season and is in need of his love and attention.