Dangerously Sane:
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Chapter Four:
"You're an asshole - Y'know that?" Anya said to Rick, through gritted teeth. She paced up and down the room, following the brief, but blunt conversation with Waller. She tried steadying her breathing, the feeling overtaking her that she was getting in over her head.
He leaned against the table, with his arms crossed, shaking his head at what she was saying. "You can't agree with what's about to happen - You saw them, they would take any opportunity to jeopardise this and take advantage-"
"-Advantage of what? Stealing your badge?"
"If you can't cooperate..." Rick begun to say, but stopped when Anya paused. He sighed, picking up a half empty bag of chocolate which was on the desk and holding the bag out to her. "Want one?" She narrowed her eyes at him, walking towards him and grasping a small handful, popping it in her mouth. She took several steps back and folded her arms, chewing quietly. "Those people are murderers, Anya."
"You've killed people. So have I - what's the difference?"
Rick paused for a moment, his eyes shifting towards the floor. "I obey the law. So do you - that's the difference."
She raised an eyebrow at him, noting that he wasn't going to change his mind. Yet."You're on a whole other level of sass."
He shrugged in response, standing up straight. "Nothing's going to change - so here's the play. I'll have to deal with and so will you - we're not happy, that's just tough shit."
"Roger that." Anya replied, biting her lip, contemplating whether to ask him the question which was on the back of her mind. "Why am I here? You have a full team of trained, experienced men-"
"-You're not getting out of this." He dryly responded, his gaze shifting around the room. "You're smart, resourceful and a good fighter. That cuts the mark for me."
"You don't know that."
"I've seen the tapes."
She tilted her head, a half smile forming on her face. Narrowing her eyes, she responded. "There's tapes?"
"Oh...There's tapes." He chuckled lightly, immediately returning to the stoic expression.
"That sounds suggestive, Colonel..." She commented, taking a few steps around and trying to see out of the window. She placed a hand in her pocket and felt the key in there, which he handed to her earlier. She grabbed it, holding it up for him to see. "So - what is this place? All Inclusive? Room Service and stocked mini-bar?"
"Perks of the job." He nonchalantly commented, watching as she placed the key back into her pocket. "We have adjoining rooms, I'm assigned to keep an eye on June."
"She must hate that. Not being trusted." He nodded in agreement and Anya sighed lightly, leaning against the desk. "There's not gonna be super awkward, sexual tension cause you guys are sharing a-"
"-Too. Far."
Anya smirked at him, liking the fact that she was winding him up. She always had a special like for finding people's triggers. "Hey, you opened up to me." She clarified, holding her hands up in defence.
He glared back at her. "I made a statement."
"Which I'm elaborating on."
Rick paused for a second, frowning at what she said. "That makes no sense."
"So - help me make sense. I just wanna know if my sleep is gonna be disturbed...You a loud or quiet guy?" She paused seeing him break out in a small smile. She grasped the desk with both of her hands, putting on a mock look of horror. "Oh dear god, he just smiled(!)"
"Very funny." He dryly responded. "Since you need to know, we got on like siblings-"
"-And you don't wanna screw your sister." She saluted to him, making him smile once more. "Roger that, Sir."
Anya glanced down at the floor, reflecting on how quickly everything was moving. She knew that her hands were tied and that Waller made the rules, but it was temporary. That was all. She just had to get on with the job. She looked up, hearing the door open and seeing Griggs walk in.
"Car's ready outside." He told Rick, before looking over at her, a menacing glint in his eyes. "Hello, Anya."
"Oh, God." She muttered under her breath, standing up straight and crossing her arms. She looked at Rick as he walked over towards her, trying to mentally communicate with him: Major Dipshit alert!
Griggs watched him walk over to Anya and raised his eyebrows at him. "Funny thing... working with her."
Rick cleared his throat, re-instating his professional manner. "Excuse me?"
Griggs shrugged, casually walking around the room, keeping his eyes of Anya. "I'm just saying... Don't trust a loose cannon. One thing you learn from working in a place like this, with people like her... Is that they will betray you and use you at first opportunity-"
"-Okay!" Anya interrupted, mentally counting to five, a trick she learned a while back, to keep her rage under control., before speaking again. She tucked a loose strand of hair, behind her ear before speaking again. "What the hell is your deal with me? You don't like me - Big Whoop. Stop going on about it."
Griggs chuckled at her, making it obvious when he looked her up and down. "I like some things about you..." He suggestively commented.
Rick cleared his throat, taking a step forward. "Back off." He lowly demanded.
Griggs looked confused for a second, glancing from him to Anya, before letting out a small noise of realisation. "I didn't realise you two were..."
"We're no-" Anya begun to say, before Rick placed his arms around her shoulders, in a protective manner.
"-That's Colonel to you and unless you want me to make in a call to people in a higher rank than you could ever dream, I would reassess your term to her." Anya glanced up at Rick, looking back at Griggs. She tried hard not to smile at the utter look of shock and confusion that was all over his face. "Don't be jealous of what you can't have." He started to walk forward towards the door, moving his arm around Anya's waist, so that she could follow him, whilst maintaining the appearance.
Griggs followed them, clearing his throat. "Colonel - I apologise...I, um, sometimes let my mouth get the better of me - Sorry Anya." He quickly said. Rick just silently looked from Griggs to the door, so that he could take the subtle sign to move out of the way. He nodded once, muttering another apology before stepping aside and letting them walk out of the door.
Anya walked down with Rick, aware that Griggs could still see them and of his arm around her waist. She waited until they turned the corner, before finally speaking. "You can remove your arm now...Honey bunny." She sarcastically told him, letting out a laugh.
He paused, thinking for a second before replying. "About that."
"It's cool." She shrugged, resuming walking towards the exit. This day gets weirder by the second. She though amusingly. "I can fight my own battles, FYI. But it'd be a whole lot messier."
"You can't hit a prison-"
"-I wasn't gonna hit him." She interrupted, although she knew she would much rather do that. Hell, she would've done that if the time and place were a lot difference and if Flag hadn't gone with the typical Pretend-we're-a-couple scenario. "I was ready to lay out some major burns on him."
He narrowed his eyes at her in disbelief. "You were gonna burn him? With a lighter?"
Anya let out a burst of laughter, surprised that he didn't get it. It was adorable in a sense, that he couldn't understand the reference. "Pop culture has failed you..." She smirked at him and then winked. "Honey Bunny."
