Title: The Games Girls Play
Category: Doggett UST
Rating: G
Summary: John just doesn't get it. Why would Monica wear pink lipstick, of all colours?
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Pink lipstick. Why does she do that? Wear pink lipstick to work, I mean. Normally she wears a brownish colour. On occasion a muted red. Sometimes just gloss. Not that I take much notice of what she puts on her face. I've got better things to do than stare at her all day. But pink lipstick – there's just no missin' pink lipstick. Especially that soft dusty hue that she favours – probably got some stupid name like Fairy Floss Fuchsia or Passionately Pert n Pretty. A real girly name. Not like her at all. Not that she's not girly – I've caught her fixin' her hair when she thought no one was lookin'. And touchin' up her lips. In fact, although she tries real hard not to appear so, she is pretty girly. Except for her clothes. She very seldomly wears a skirt. I can only remember the one occasion. But she does wear tailored pants, and fitted shirts with necklines that leave no doubt to the keen observer that she is in fact, a girl. Don't get me wrong, she can take it up to the biggest, baddest SOB without raising a sweat. She might not look like she can, but believe me; I wouldn't want anybody else watching my back. It's just that pink lipstick doesn't exactly fit the ass-kicking-don't-mess-with-me-or-you'll-regret-it-because-I'm-Special-Agent-Monica-Reyes-of-the-FBI image she projects. I don't get it. And another thing – her choice of sleepwear – silky and shiny and pretty and feminine and that's a subject best not thought about too much. But I will say this – the one time I did see her in her sleeping attire she sure did look good.
Did she just catch me lookin' at her? She smiled at me. Shit. Gotta be a little more unobtrusive.
So, back to the lipstick. Aside from being out of character, it's unnerving. I just never thought of her as the pink sort. Makes me wonder why she's wearin' it, who she's wearin' it for, and gives me the unpleasant feelin' that maybe I don't know her as well as I think I do. Also, if she owns pink lipstick she probably owns other pink things. I remember from bein' married that women accessorise, and I've never seen her in anythin' pink. Browns, tans, blacks, whites, and plums – I've seen her in all these colours, but never pinks. She wears full colours, not patterns, so the lipstick doesn't belong with any of the shirts that I've seen. I'm left to believe that she's got a secret closet full of pink clothes that she wears in her other secret pink life. A secret pink life that she doesn't want me or anybody else from work connected too. She thinks I'm too unobservant and self involved to notice. Ha! The joke's on her, because I noticed all right. I've noticed other things as well.
Thing's she's probably unaware I know. Like the fact that her favourite jacket is a little black leather number. Like she has a preference for silver jewellery. Like she has her ears pierced twice, but only wears earrings in one hole. Like she colours her hair. Like dimples appear when she smiles. Like her eyes change like a chameleon dependin' on how she's feelin'. Like she listens to the Village People. Like she sometimes plays solitaire when she should be typin' up a report.
Here it is – quittin' time. And what have I accomplished today? Nothin', that's what. Absolutely nothin'. And why is that? I've been preoccupied with my partners pink lips. That's why. Lipstick. I mean lipstick. I've been preoccupied with my partners pink lipstick.
*Lipstick*.
I'm goin' home.
End.