Okay here's the latest. This chapter is on the shorter and lighter side but I hope it's liked. Thanks so much new favoriter, and also lipamo and Bookworm for the reviewage. More to come soon! :D
Walking into the coffee shop, Quinn suppressed a snort seeing Danny sipping on a bright pink beverage complete with whipped cream and cherry, through a curly straw out of a tall glass.
"What the fuck is that?", he scoffed, sitting across from him.
"Strawberry milkshake.", Danny answered through a mouthful of whipped cream.
"You want one?"
"I'll pass. Jesus.", Quinn grimaced, ordering a cup of coffee.
"What's with the look?", Danny frowned. "It's fucking comfort food."
"What the fuck do you need comfort over?", Quinn muttered. Knowing if either of them needed it more...
"Maggie and I got into it last night."
"About what?"
"She wants to postpone the wedding until Carrie's out of the hospital."
"So what's wrong with that? Carrie should fucking be there."
"I know she should and I'm fine with it. I want her there too. So last night Maggie and I called the church and reception hall we'd booked and they said they can't accommodate the later date and we'd lose our deposit if we switched. Basically they said we were SOL."
"The fuckers. So what's your new plan?"
"I said we do something small and simple in the backyard. But Maggie told me her and her ex did the same thing and that he was a cheap SOB. She wants this time to be different, more special. Then I told her it would be and she said it wouldn't and before I knew it we were fucking screaming at each other and she made me sleep on the couch."
"Jesus Christ."
"It was our first fight.", Danny said sadly, plucking the maraschino cherry out of his glass before tugging it off the stem, eating it.
"I'm sorry, Galvez.", Quinn said sympathetically. Refusing though to get emotional, at least to the level he had last night, he cleared his throat, spoke.
"You'll make up. It's not like she's fucking lost to you forever because of one goddamn fight.", he said gruffly, taking a sip of his coffee as Danny frowned curiously at him.
"Quinn, are you alright? You don't look so-"
"I'm fine. Can we talk though about why I fucking asked you here in the first place?"
"Yeah, sure."
"You bring your computer?"
"Yeah, figured I'd be putting my life on the line if I didn't.", Danny snorted, opening his briefcase.
"You know I still want to know why you couldn't just ask me about this at Langley."
"Because your shadows don't need to know shit about this. And neither does anyone else."
"Sounds serious."
"Well it's nothing to minimize.", Quinn said, moving to sit on his side of the booth before pushing the glass aside.
"Hey! I still had some whipped cream left in...", Met with a glare Danny gulped, apologized.
"I tried last night to run a background check on someone but I hit a wall. You have more clearance than I do so I need your login or for you to look the fucker up for me."
"Jesus. That's a lot of trouble. Who is this guy anyway?"
"That's what I need you to tell me."
"Quinn, I don't like where this is-"
"He's an imminent threat if he sets foot in D.C."
"Wait, he's not even local?"
"No. From Philly."
"What's his name?"
"Dominic."
"His last name?"
"All I have is his first."
"Quinn, for Christ's sake. I'm gonna need more here than Dominic from Philly, I-"
"Carrie and Berenson told me a dozen times how you were their go-to guy. That you could find anything or anyone."
"Well that was before I became the fucking Director.", Danny snapped.
"What the fuck are you talking about? You have more clearance and access than anyone in the goddamn building now. That's why I came to you."
"For what? So I could track down some prick you knew from your Philly days?"
"If I knew him and where he was you think he wouldn't be fucking dealt with by now?", Quinn spat.
"Good point.", Danny acknowledged, but still had a wary look on his face. Not liking anything about this favor.
"Look, just do the goddamn search and see what hits we get."
"Right now I have a couple hundred, easy. You're gonna have to narrow it down for me."
"Fine, arrange them by wealth."
"What order?", he asked, moving the cursor to the top of a column of names.
"Penthouses to below the poverty line."
"Alright, loaded fuckers first."
After the column scrambled, reordered itself, Quinn pointed to the screen again.
"Now narrow the top names to anyone with a record, outstanding warrants. Who raises a goddamn red flag in the system."
Doing so, Danny saw the column shrink and smiled.
"That helped narrow it. Now one of them is-"
Interrupted by a phone going off, Quinn rolled his eyes, grabbed his from his back pocket. He was tempted not to take the call but then got a follow up text and frowned, seeing Brody's number pop up.
"Jesus fucking Christ..."
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing, I have to go. Just keep digging, looking into this for me."
"But Quinn, I-"
"Galvez. Keep digging." Quinn snapped, throwing his jacket on before leaving the coffee shop. Rolling his eyes Danny reached for his milkshake glass and a spoon, started eating the remaining whipped cream. Wondering what fucking genius out there thought up the idea that he be in charge of anything or anyone at the Agency.
Knowing though to stay on Quinn's good side he'd have to exert at least some of his authority, he picked up his phone and texted Virgil's cell. Told him and Max to meet him at the coffee shop near Langley ASAP 'or else'.
Almost immediately after sending it his phone buzzed, rang.
"What the fuck, Galvez?"
"Virgil..."
"You didn't just send me a text ending in 'or else', right? What, was your autocorrect acting up or something?"
"No! I need you and Max to come by and help me with something."
"Well then just say that. You sending veiled threats is completely OOC."
"OOC?"
"Out of character. It's like a cute tiny puppy trying to be a fucking attack dog."
"I'm not a fucking puppy, Virgil!", Danny snapped, getting odd looks from the couple a table over.
"Well you're no rottweiler either. What do you want, and can it wait? Max and I were just about to head over to Langley."
"I need your help tracking down this guy. It's a favor for a friend."
"Is he local? We can do a drive by in the van. Assuming Max got the piece of shit up and running again."
"Wait, you put Max in charge of the van? What the fuck were you thinking?"
"That I'd save a little money and see if my brother has any useful skills."
"Does he?"
"I don't know. I'll let you know if the heap leaves the driveway.", Virgil snorted.
"Well if it doesn't just be a civilian and drive your own car. And if you can't get to the coffee shop by nine than meet me at my office."
"Your corner office you mean?", Max asked bitterly, his voice coming through speaker phone as Danny rolled his eyes.
"Max, you do part time off book surveillance jobs with your brother. You do a good job but c'mon, did you really expect to be promoted to director?"
"Carrie was thrown out of the Agency and was still offered the job!"
"Carrie's special, Max."
"And so are you, Max. Just in a different way.", Virgil teased, getting a scowl.
"Max I'm not trying to bust your balls. I don't even think I'm the right guy for the job. But think about it, if it came down to who was more qualified, between you and Virgil he's got you beat."
"Hey, I resent that!", Virgil exclaimed.
"Virgil, it was a fucking compliment!"
"You implied I'd be a fit for a desk job! Goddammit, Danny. I mean how long have we known each other?"
"Long enough that I know I should've quit associating with you ages ago. Both of you, actually."
"Damn it, Galvez I am hurt!", Virgil pouted.
"Well get over it. And get over here."
"Fine, boss!", Max scoffed before hanging up as Danny rolled his eyes again, then ordered another milkshake.