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A/N: Sorry for the wait. And maybe if SOMEBODY would be a little patient I'd let her have a character all her own....
Ciara tucked her hair behind her ear nervously as she drove across the bridge to Manhattan. Home sweet home she thought bitterly as she sped onward. The two sat in silence, Ciara looking at the road, Sands looking at nothing at all. He sure was thinking a lot. She seems quiet, he thought. She's usually a real chatterbox. Ah, sooner or later I'll make her scream...and she'll like it too. They all do... He was interrupted by Ciara.
"Sands, I really don't give a fuck if you can't see," she said, "but I can see those stupid cogs turning in your head." She sounded a little bit peeved. "Don't even think about it Sheldon, because I'm not like the others. You know that." He nodded dejectedly. He really was wondering what she looked like now. Two years really can do that to people.
"Ok," he said, "let's have a compromise then, alright little miss motormouth? If I stop looking like I'm gonna jump you, then at least tell me what you look like so I'll know if I should even bother or not." Ciara thought. Well at least it'll get him off my ass She nodded, even though he couldn't see.
"I look just about the same as I did before, I guess," she said. "I mean my hair's shorter, but it's the same colors. Still pale as an albino." Sands nodded. "Good enough for me," he said. "I think I felt the rest. You've gotten skinnier, Doyle."She turned red for a second, glad that he couldn't see her blushing. "Yeah, well you're not looking too bad yourself Sands. For a cock-weasel I mean." Sand smiled. She still had guts, she did. A lot of the other agents her age had either been putty in his hands or just plain scared of him. Not her, though. That girl had guts.
Ciara had joined the CIA at the age of 21, and after a couple of years had earned a reputation. Now, at 25, she was one of the more respected agents in her field. Or at least she had been. Now she sat drumming her green fingernails against the dashboard while they sat at a particularly long and annoying stoplight. Though she did a very good job at hiding it she actually held Sands in rather high regard as an agent. Sure he broke every law possible and was crazy as hell, but he got the job done and was good at it. And that's what matters, she thought.
A while later they pulled up in front of the CIA building in Manhattan. Ciara exited her car and said, "Get out" before walking toward the door. Sands made his way (after bumping into a parking meter and walking over some pigeons) to the door. He turned his head back as if looking at the city before him.
"Home fucking home."
A/N: Sorry for the wait. And maybe if SOMEBODY would be a little patient I'd let her have a character all her own....
Ciara tucked her hair behind her ear nervously as she drove across the bridge to Manhattan. Home sweet home she thought bitterly as she sped onward. The two sat in silence, Ciara looking at the road, Sands looking at nothing at all. He sure was thinking a lot. She seems quiet, he thought. She's usually a real chatterbox. Ah, sooner or later I'll make her scream...and she'll like it too. They all do... He was interrupted by Ciara.
"Sands, I really don't give a fuck if you can't see," she said, "but I can see those stupid cogs turning in your head." She sounded a little bit peeved. "Don't even think about it Sheldon, because I'm not like the others. You know that." He nodded dejectedly. He really was wondering what she looked like now. Two years really can do that to people.
"Ok," he said, "let's have a compromise then, alright little miss motormouth? If I stop looking like I'm gonna jump you, then at least tell me what you look like so I'll know if I should even bother or not." Ciara thought. Well at least it'll get him off my ass She nodded, even though he couldn't see.
"I look just about the same as I did before, I guess," she said. "I mean my hair's shorter, but it's the same colors. Still pale as an albino." Sands nodded. "Good enough for me," he said. "I think I felt the rest. You've gotten skinnier, Doyle."She turned red for a second, glad that he couldn't see her blushing. "Yeah, well you're not looking too bad yourself Sands. For a cock-weasel I mean." Sand smiled. She still had guts, she did. A lot of the other agents her age had either been putty in his hands or just plain scared of him. Not her, though. That girl had guts.
Ciara had joined the CIA at the age of 21, and after a couple of years had earned a reputation. Now, at 25, she was one of the more respected agents in her field. Or at least she had been. Now she sat drumming her green fingernails against the dashboard while they sat at a particularly long and annoying stoplight. Though she did a very good job at hiding it she actually held Sands in rather high regard as an agent. Sure he broke every law possible and was crazy as hell, but he got the job done and was good at it. And that's what matters, she thought.
A while later they pulled up in front of the CIA building in Manhattan. Ciara exited her car and said, "Get out" before walking toward the door. Sands made his way (after bumping into a parking meter and walking over some pigeons) to the door. He turned his head back as if looking at the city before him.
"Home fucking home."