When Jordan woke up, she felt refreshed. Stretching, she smiled, feeling the weight of someone against her back. A arm was draped over her waist, holding her tightly. A brief thought entered her head. 'I could get used to this.' As quietly as possible, she shifted around until she was facing her sleep partner. It surprised her to see that he was already awake and watching her. "Good morning, Agent Haley." She whispered. She couldn't help but notice how comfortable she was with him. Just like the first time they had met, she felt a connection to the relentless FBI Agent.
"Formalities Jordan?" Drew whispered back and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear before returning his arm to her waist. He didn't want to let go. He looked passed her at the clock. "We have three hours before our meeting so...breakfast?"
She chuckled and nodded. "Breakfast sounds great...Drew." It sounded weird calling him by his first name but she could get used to it. She rolled out from under his arm. "I'm showering first, if that's ok with you?" She stopped before she entered the bathroom.
"Go ahead." Drew smiled and drug himself out of bed. While Jordan was in the shower, he proceeded to get dressed. Nothing formal like a suit. Instead he settled for a dark green polo shirt and khaki pants. After all, he wasn't officially off vacation for another twenty days. He then sat on the end of the freshly made bed to wait for his companion to reappear.
Jordan took her time in the bathroom. She enjoyed the warm water that ran over her body and couldn't help but notice how relaxed she felt. Once she was done, she dried herself off and dressed in a fresh outfit which consisted of a decent pair of khaki cargo pants and a green shamrock tee-shirt. She just pulled her wet hair back into a messy ponytail not wanting to bother with the hassle at the moment since her stomach was demanding food. The low rumbles being emitted from it, gave away how hungry she truly was. Finally satisfied with her appearance, she emerged from the bathroom. "Where are you taking me for breakfast." She asked in a good mood as sat beside him on the bed and pulled on her shoes.
"Fays." He answered, simply. "I usually eat there for lunch but I'm sure they serve breakfast." Drew never ate breakfast. He was too busy to spare the five minutes it took to eat a muffin or bagel. But today he felt hungry and knew, by the sounds coming from Jordan's stomach, that she was hungry as well. "Come on then. We're wasting time." He was up and out of the bedroom before giving her time to react.
"You don't know if they serve breakfast?" Somehow that didn't surprise her. Jordan didn't view Drew as a man that ate breakfast. She usually didn't eat it either except for a stray bagel here and there. She watched as he left the room and followed, grabbing her coat off the bedroom floor, only to meet him going out the door. She followed him down the elevator and through the parking garage to his truck. Or what she assumed was his truck. Climbing in, she buckled her seat belt and waited. "Do you think D.C. will get hit with the same snow storm that Boston got?" She asked once they were driving down the main road.
Drew glanced over at her then back to the road. The sky was a dull grey and filled with matching grey clouds. "I'd bet on it." He mumbled as he pulled into a parking space in front of Fays. He had been right, they did serve breakfast. Once they were seated inside, he relaxed once again. "Good morning, Janice." He said, kindly, to the waitress taking their order. "Two coffee's, black, and two of whatever the special is." He turned his attention back to Jordan after the waitress left.
Jordan watched him interact with the waitress and didn't miss the look of hatred the waitress shot her way when he ordered for both of them. All she did was smirk at the girl as she walked away. "Friend of yours?" She motioned towards the way the waitress had gone.
He huffed and shook his head. "No. She usually waits on me when I come in for lunch. That's all." Drew had cut Jordan off before she could start making assumptions. He fell silent when the coffee arrived with two plates of scrambled eggs and toast. That, apparently, had been the special. He sipped his coffee, enjoying the bitter taste on his tongue.
Jordan ate her breakfast in silence, glancing up at Drew every once in a while. It felt awkward now that she had fully woken up. She couldn't help but feel a little bit foolish as well for just up and leaving Boston with him. That wasn't normal Jordan behavior and she knew it. And a part of her liked it. Liked him.
Drew finished his meal and glanced at his watch. He could feel the newly formed tension and frowned. Everything had been going good until now. "Are you ok, Jordan?" He asked as he laid a twenty down to pay for the meal and the tip. It was almost time to go but he wanted, nay needed, to know what was bothering her.
She stared into her empty coffee cup, the waitress never came back for refills. "I'm fine, Drew." Jordan looked up at him and offered a small smile. By the look on his face, she knew he wasn't buying it. "I'm just a little worried. What if Garrett finds out that I left? He'll have my ass and probably my job as well." She frowned, pushing away her empty plate and cup.
"There is nothing to worry about, Jordan. The two covering for you are good at what they do. You won't have to worry about mistakes and if I know Johnson and Taylor, you'll be ahead of schedule when you get back." Drew pushed his own empty plate and cup away. "You worry too much." He glanced at his watch again. "We should be going. I don't want to get caught in weekend traffic." He stood and exited Fays, climbing back into his truck. Once Jordan had joined him, he pulled into the traffic and headed towards their destination. J. Edgar Hoover Federal Building.