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A/N: basically i just wrote this because of an english thing and a short story was an option, what d'ya think i choose:)
Myles Leland III fanned his face with a sheet of paper lazily as sweat trickled in a thin stream down his forehead. With his feet propped up on the oak desk and slouched down in his chair, his usually professional demeanour was challenged.
His Australian partner strolled into the FBI bullpen, also waving a sheet in front of his tanned face and took his place at his desk across from Myles. "Slow day, mate, isn't it?" Bobby Manning asked.
Myles shot him a lethal glare. "Don't remind me, Manning."
"It's not that bad," Special Agent Jack Hudson said from his desk across the room.
"The a/c could be totally busted again," computer genius Tara Williams shrugged.
"What is with you people?" Myles exclaimed. "It's sweltering in here! We might as well be sitting on the surface of the sun!"
"Whoa!" Lucy Dotson – the FBI teams right hand – and Sue Thomas entered the sunlit room through the open doorway. "It is hot in here!"
"We know!" Myles nearly screamed.
Lucy glanced at the deaf woman beside her and with graceful movements signed, "Someone's in a bad mood."
Sue laughed lightly and walked over to her desk, "It is a little warmer than needed in here, though."
In a heavy Australian accent, Bobby said, "As much as I hate to agree with this drongo-" he jerked a thumb in Myles' direction –"this bites."
Sue read his lips. "What we need is snow."
"Agreed," Tara said, "but…where are we going to get snow in the middle of July? In case no one noticed, it's even hotter outside than it is inside."
"Oh, we noticed." Myles complained in a lowered voice.
"Hello children," Demetrius Gans stuck his head in the doorway. "Anyone up for something cold, white and edible?"
"Ice cream?" Tara perked up. "I'm in." She shot up from her chair, the team gladly followed suit.
"Mmm," Tara moaned as she licked the pink and purple ice cream sitting on the chocolate waffle cone. "I love ice cream."
"I'm with you there, sheila," Bobby nodded, taking a bite of his chocolate dipped ice cream. Wind whipped through his brown hair at the 'Dairy Queen' restaurant.
"Oww!" Lucy abruptly exclaimed. With a sheepish look, she simply muttered, "I had a brain freeze."
"Do you know what a brain freeze actually is?" Myles asked.
"No, but I have a feeling you're going to tell me unless I stop you by doing this-" Lucy grabbed her water bottle and aimed it at Myles' face. She squeezed it and clear water shot from the top and hit him, dead on.
The rest of the team burst out laughing and Lucy rested the bottle back on the picnic table. Myles ran a rough hand down his face, and shook his hand out above Lucy as to get her as wet as possible. "A brain freeze is-"
"No!" they all exclaimed in sync. When he didn't stop explaining the 'complex' process as described by the New English man, they each took their water bottles they had brought along and aimed for Myles. When the bottles were dry and Myles was consequently soaked, he shook his head, imitating Sue's hearing dog. "Like I was saying-"
Sue didn't rise and leave, as did the rest of her partners. Myles laughed – an unfamiliar sound – and glanced at the blonde woman. "You don't mind if I continue?"
"Knock yourself out, Myles, I don't care. I couldn't hear you if I wanted to."
"True…so like I was saying…"
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