This was kinda, sorta inspired by a French movie Blind date, so hope you like both the chapters and thank you very very much for reading.
"You are impossibly crazy.", her voice echoed through the speaker of the phone in the empty room.
He smiled at her blank statement, "Really?".
"Yes, you are. Who would try to run a car through a truck...",
"Successfully ran.", he interrupted in between;
"...bottom line, you're crazy."
He laughed out before the door handle turned and he reached for his gun, then lowered it as Benji appeared from behind it.
They nodded at each other,
"You okay?",
"Yeah, you?", Benji asked back.
"Yeah."
"Is that Ilsa on the phone?", Benji asked;
"Yes, it is Benji...", she replied on Ethan's behalf, "...you okay?".
"Yeah, how about you? How's the physical going? You ready to kill your therapist yet?"
That got a laugh out of her, "Not yet, but I'm getting closer and closer to that feeling everyday."
Benji smiled at the apt answer, "By the way, you do know that your man is crazy as hell."
Her laugh echoed in the room and was joined with Benji's as well.
"You know what, I wasn't completely sure till today."
Ethan sat there watching them laugh more at his expense, but he couldn't be any less upset.
The door opened again and both men held their weapons up;
The face of Brandt showed from behind, "The traffic was unbearable."
"Is that the reason for the bleeding arm?", Benji asked as he pulled a chair for him;
"What happened?", Ethan asked as he came to stand over him and took a closer look at the arm.
"Oh, you know, some guys didn't like that we screwed their work up.", he said with clenched teeth as Benji started to clean the wound.
"Let me know their names...",
Brandt turned his head to the phone on the table;
"...and I'll teach them some manners."
Brandt smiled at the ferocity in her voice, "Don't worry, I already taught them. And you really need to get well soon, Ethan's moping is out of control."
"Hey, I don't mope.", came the immediate reply from Ethan.
"Yes, you do.", Benji agreed as well.
"No, I don't."
The door opened again to reveal Luther, "Yes, you do Ethan."
"No, I don't.", he argued back.
As his teammates laughed in chorus and he heard hers as well,
"Ilsa, you too, really?"
Her laugh toned down for a second, "I'm sorry, but you do, they sent me pictures."
"What?!", he turned to his friends who paused for a second...and then doubled their obnoxious laughs.
"Oh, great.", he deadpanned amidst the amusement of his team.