A/N Yeah B-Squad! Team Bitchin' and proud of it! If you get that reference, yay nerd camp.
"Hmm, B-Squad, Operation Bitchin' 2: The Boot. Sounds like such an amazing movie." He cracked a grin as he looked up at the marquee that she was staring at before pulling her closer. She felt so right against him, walking with her arm wrapped comfortably around his waist and his around hers.
"You wanna see it?" He asked and she laughed, shaking her head.
"There are definite advantages to not being seventeen anymore, one of which is you do not have to go to see an absolutely horrible movie to make out." She teased leaning her head against him. He grinned and kept the color out of his face, but just barely.
"So what do you propose to do to get out of this heat?" He asked, unsticking his teeshirt from his chest to emphasize his point. He had grown up in Boston, to him anything over eighty was unbearably hot, and it had to be almost a hundred down there, plus humidity. Whoever had said it was a dry heat was very very wrong.
"There's always shopping-" She pointed to the gigantic mall in front of them.
"B-Squad is looking better and better" She laughed.
"Not even if I let you pick out a few things for me in Victoria's Secret?" She whispered into his ear, and this time he was almost thankful that all the blood in his body rushed into his face and not the other place it wanted to go, and she grinned at the effect she had on him.
Before she could in fact, drag him into the mall, his cell phone rang, and he flipped it out, checking the number on the front. "Hey." He said, mouthing "Nigel" to Jordan, to let her know who it was that had just called.
"Hey Dr. M, got good news. Slokum apparently doesn't even know how to keep his big trap shut around his friend Bob, as he so likes to call him, and Walcott, and apparently made a few choice comments over lunch today, and since neither of them want to prolong any of this any longer or have to go and find another chief, they're going to reinstate you. They figured it should be one of us that call you. There's going to be a few provisions-" He grinned.
"That's great." He interrupted. His life had certainly taken an upswing. This was very, very good. He had Jordan, he had his job back, he had everything back, and improved.
"Walcott wants you back by Monday." Nigel told him and he nodded.
"We'll be back." He could all but hear Nigel's grin.
"I take it you've caught up to her then?"
"Hey Nige!" She called over his shoulder into the phone to prove that he had indeed.
"Great, but until you come back, Slokum is trying to work us all to death."
"Bye Nigel." He said, hanging up the phone. Jordan looked up at him expectantly.
"So what did Nigel sound so happy about and what's that grin on your face for?" He laughed.
"Apparently they decided it's easier to give me my job back than find someone else to replace Slokum." She grinned and kissed him.
"I think that's something that calls for a celebration." She said, and there was a glint in her eyes that sent an electric shock straight through his body.