Serious Business

Reeve had raised an eyebrow when trawling through the paperwork that day. Not something he normally did- trawling through paperwork- but even so, there was a time for such things.

Most people simply assumed that paperwork did itself, or at least, would get done by someone other than them, but despite the state of continuously unfinished paperwork that Shinra seemed to find itself it most of the time, Reeve had found that once in a while, going through it had its uses.

The report stared at him, one sheet out of a dozen or so in the same sheaf. Tseng, assigned to leave for the Temple of the Ancients. The report in his in tray only by virtue of the fact that he was connected with the mission through the information he'd submitted thanks to the robot- Cait Sith.

This was strange, though, to say the least. He'd not expected to see Tseng sent out. The other Turks, certainly, but this was stretching it a bit thin. From what he normally knew of the other man, Tseng did desk jobs. The last time he'd seen the other man off on a mission had been more than just a few months back.

Placing the report back where he'd found it, Reeve had only just laid the papers back on his desk when someone knocked on the door. Ah. That would be Tseng. It was about time.

"You can come in," Reeve called, going back behind his desk and sitting down. "I'm not doing anything."

The door opened, and the black haired Turk entered, his gaze going to the papers for a second, before he looked back at Reeve. "Paperwork?"

"Reports. You're going away?" There was no avoiding the fact.

Tseng had inclined his head slightly, all the confirmation he would give. "Tomorrow."

Reeve sat back. "Strife- Sephiroth, any of them could kill you. Easily." He motioned at the other chair in the room, an invitation he knew the Turk wouldn't accept. Tseng remained standing.

"I am capable," he reminded Reeve, voice quiet. "I'm sure you're aware of that."

Nodding once, Reeve's hand reached out to pull at the report. "Strife's party should reach there sometime after you do," he informed Tseng. "I'll be watching from there. If you get hurt..." he trailed off. The report hadn't covered that possibility.

After looking down for a second before he answered, Tseng took the opportunity to take a step closer. "I won't get hurt."

Their eyes met over the paperwork, faces equally serious.

"Don't," Reeve said.