Each member of Bravo as they discover the developing relationship of Jameelah and Mikey. Written for SEAL Team Week 2020.
Inspired by a comment from Mary 1213 on my other fic, The Date:
"I loved It, thank you. After Reading i started to imagine what bravo would do IF It was Mickey dating jameelah, Ray and Jason would fight so much and Sonny would have a blast."
Thanks for letting me run with this idea!
Trent - Team Bonding
Fucking hell. Trent did not pause in the doorway when he saw Michael Hayes at a display case. His first instinct had actually been to flee. He had a mission thoough and no team drama was going to stop him.
"Uncle Trent?" Mikey's eyes widened slightly as Trent approached the case full of diamonds rings. The kid was thirty and still he gestured wildly with his hands, "I was…uh…"
"Nope. I see nothing ." Trent didn't look at the blushing and blustering brunet. He scanned his eyes over the case. His gaze stopped in the back corner - a sparkling bracelet with diamonds alternating with colored gems in a rainbow pattern.
The shop keep came up, friendly but terse smile. He narrowed his eyes briefly on Mikey before turning his attention to Trent. "Can I help you sir?"
"That one." Trent pointed to the bracelet and handed the man his card. "Gift wrapped." The shop keep bristled at Trent's bluntness. When he opened his mouth, Trent opened his in a grin. Teeth sharp and obvious.
The shop keep opened the case to get the bracelet and fled towards the back.
"That seemed unnecessary." Mikey chuckled beside him, eyes following the shop keep's journey before he slipped behind a door. "But he's been hovering over my shoulder for this last hour, so…
Trent furrowed his brow and turned his head to look at Mikey, finally. "You've been here for an hour?"
"Uh…" Mikey cleared his throat, shuffled his feet. "Maybe."
"He probably thinks you're casing the place," Trent grinned to himself, stuffed his hands in his pocket. "Assuming you're not turning to a life of crime…" Trent raised a brow, "You got something planned for Meelah?"
Mikey stared pointedly at his shoes, but after several moments of quiet - which Trent let continue for exactly this reason - Mikey's eyes darted to a ring in the case three rows back.
It was a subtle ring, small diamonds set within the band all along the front rather than one larger one. There was no mistaking what such a ring would be for.
"It's a nice ring," Trent cleared his throat. Mikey ran a hand through his hair. "You haven't bought it though." Mikey shook his head, bit his lip. Trent did not ask a question. He waited, let the silence permeate the air.
"Thank you for your purchase." The shopkeep returned with a small box wrapped delicately with a ribbon tied in a bow. Trent pocketed the box and signed the receipt.
Once Trent scared the shop keep away again, he looked at Mikey. The kid took a breath.
"I don't know if she'd say yes."
Trent snorted, "What's the point of asking a question if you already know the answer?" Mikey blinked. "She love you?" Mikey nodded. "You love her?" Another nodded. "Then everything else is gravy, kid."
With a quick clap to Mikey's shoulder, Trent walked out. Just before the door shut, he heard Mikey cleared his throat, "Uh, sir, could I get this ring?"
Smirking, Trent pulled his phone out. Brock answered quickly enough. "Sonny's gonna win the damn pool."
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