Authors Note: Sorry for the late update, but I couldn't get on. Thanks for the reviews, and to Ebony10 for being my beta.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
I'm watching her through the window of her office again. Jane's in there with her. We screwed up again. Despite the fact that we've been going out for the past six months, it doesn't seem to affect the ability Jane has to get me and Rigsby to do stupid things. This time we had managed to get a building blown up. The fact that it was going to be blown up anyway didn't matter.
She looks upset, but not as much as she should have been. His arrogant smug attitude didn't seem to be bothering her today. She is only half-heartedly yelling at him—usually she gets really into it, but today it looks like she just wants to get it over with, like it's a chore she's expected to do. I wonder what's so different about today.
Jane seems to notice something is different, too. He's not smiling nearly as much as he usually does when she's yelling at him. He's leaving her office now with a confused look on his face. Obviously, he doesn't know why she's acting different, either.
I look back into her window and notice that she has her cell phone out. It looks like she's texting someone. She doesn't usually text. She prefers to actually call people on the phone. I'm startled out of my observations by my phone vibrating in my pocket. I have a new message.
I open the message and notice that it is from Teresa. What are you doing tonight? Like she has to ask.
Taking you to dinner. I look in her window as she receives my text back and see the slight smile on her face. To the casual observer they would think that she was reading paperwork, but I could tell differently.
Anywhere special? I wonder what she means. Every time I take her out is a special night, everywhere we go together is special. I think about it for a minute and it hits me.
How about Mexican? This is the same day one year ago that I asked her to dinner for the first time. I can't believe I could have forgotten about it. Obviously, she hasn't.
Pick me up at 7:00?
Of course. Now that I remember that tonight is a special night, I'm going to have to think of something special to get her. I look at the clock, 4:30, only half an hour to go. I better get started on this paperwork or I was never going to be able to get out of here on time.
It's 5:30 now, only half an hour late leaving, not bad. I still need to go home, change into my nice suit, then stop and get flowers for her before I pick her up. At six months I got her jewelry, I hope that flowers will be okay for a year. I don't know what else to give her.
I'm almost out the door when Jane calling my name brings be back in. "What's up, Jane?"
"You should get her chocolates, too." He says. I look at him, but he doesn't say anything else.
"What are you talking about?" I hope he thinks I'm really confused, but I don't think he's going to buy it.
"Have a nice dinner, Cho," is his response. I turn and walk out. I refuse to feel guilty. He could have done this just as easily as I did, but he didn't. Of course, if he had, it would probably be me telling him to have a nice dinner and wishing that I was there instead.
I'm almost late. I couldn't decide what kind of chocolates to get her and I got stuck in traffic. I hope she'll forgive me when she sees what I've brought. I run up the stair to her apartment (she would have to live on the third floor) and am slightly out of breath when I knock on her door.
She opens the door and if I hadn't already been panting, I would probably start. She's gorgeous. She's wearing a dress. That alone is unusual, but the color is magnificent on her. It's a deep purple, almost black. It comes to just above her knees, and hugs her tiny frame in a way that makes my eyes want to pop out of their sockets.
"Do you want to come in?" she asks and only then do I realize that I have been staring.
"Yeah," I say, following her inside. "I brought you these." I say. I feel kind of cheesy giving her flowers and chocolate, but I know she likes them.
"Thank you." She takes them from me and places them on the coffee table.
Before I realize what's happening, I feel her lips on mine. I don't know what to think. Even though we've been going out for a year and dating for six months, we have never actually kissed. I find that it's difficult to think and I'm lost in the sensation of her lips on mine. I never want it to stop. When she breaks away, I just look at her with awe and wonder. I'm at a loss for what to say.
"Let's go." She says and grabs her coat before heading out the door. "Do you want to drive or shall I?"
It takes a few seconds for me to speak. "You should probably drive," I say slowly, I barely trust myself to walk right now, let alone drive. She looks over her shoulder and smirks at me. She knows the way she affects me.