Chapter Four
"Somebody's chipper this morning," Lucy commented suspiciously as D walked- well, to the rest of the team it looked more like skipped- into the bullpen two hours later.
D merely waved distractedly to her and sat down at his desk, tapping his pen against the side of his face.
Bobby glanced at Jack, who promptly shot everyone a look that said 'don't even think about asking him anything.'
Unfortunately, Myles didn't seem to take the hint, and inquired, "What happened to you, oh great leader of ours?"
Sue winced and Levi growled. Even Bobby shrank back the lethal glare Jack threw at the blond Agent.
"Hey guys, what's up?" Tara greeted cheerfully striding in with a smile.
"D's high," Myles piped up helpfully.
"That's it," Jack muttered under his breath.
If looks could kill, Sue thought, I'm pretty sure Myles would be dead.
"Hall. Now." He ordered through clenched teeth.
Only looking somewhat apologetic, Myles followed him out.
"Uh-oh," Tara whispered to Lucy not-so-discreetly, "What happened?"
"We don't exactly know," Lucy jerked her head the topic of the conversation's direction, "He's- different, for lack of a better word."
Sue approached the unaware Agent carefully and touched his shoulder. "Are you okay?"
He smiled at her. "I'm fine, Sue. Thank you for asking like a normal person, by the way. I appreciate it."
She returned the smile, and signed, you're welcome.
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Gripping the phone in an uncharacteristic gesture, D spoke softly into it to avoid being overheard. "Yes, Kaylee Lockhart, please." His eyes darted around the room. No one seemed to be paying any special attention to what he was doing.
"May I ask who's calling, sir?"
"Tell her it's D," he instructed.
A moment later Kaylee came on the line. "I didn't anticipate you calling so soon, Demetrius," she teased. He could hear the smile in her voice.
"Would you by any chance happen to be free for lunch today, Miss Lockhart?" he teased back.
He heard a mutter across the line, and a hurried, "D, I have to go, can I call you back later? You can leave your number with my secretary."
"Sure," he agreed, and was transferred. He gave his work and home numbers, email, and where he worked to the woman he talked to a minute ago. "Thanks." Hanging up, he was surprised to see that still; no one was looking at him- not even Myles.