Okay, finally got around to finishing this, it's only a short chapter and I hate it but at this point I just want this story to be finished. So severe apologies if it sucks, I haven't had much of a romantic aura around me lately. Anyway, thanks to Dee, SanctuaryGurl, Ceci, mobwive and clodoveoo for the reviews :)
Flynn drained the remainder of his third cranberry and soda moved to scoot out of the booth, snagging Sharon's empty wine glass on the way, "Another round?" he asked, gesturing to the bar. Provenza and Sanchez heartily agreed while Gabriel declined and Tao waved his half-full beer in the air with a grin on his face.
"I'll come with you." Flynn felt his heart sink and his jaw tighten when Willis spoke, shuffling out of her seat and straightening her skirt, which Flynn was dismayed to see barely covered her underwear.
"No, that's okay I got it," his protests fell flat and his felt his mouth go dry when she leaned provocatively (at least from his angle) across the table to retrieve her glass. He cleared his throat and deliberately trained his eyes on Provenza who, of course, was leering at the young sergeant.
He spun on his heel and hurried over to the bar, leaving Willis to follow in his wake with her hands full of glasses. He indicated to the bartender and asked for a refill of his and Sharon's drinks and tapped his fingers impatiently against the smooth wooden surface of the bar. Willis sidled up beside him and deposited her burden before turning to face Flynn, a sultry smile on her lips.
She swayed gently to the music that was echoing from various speakers on around the room, it was a song that even though he didn't recognise, he immediately never wanted to hear again. "Care to dance, Andy?" she purred in his ear, angling herself so that he could hear her above the noise.
Flynn covered the noise of disgust he had been about to make by turning it into a cough and glanced out at the dance floor that was already full of a mass of bodies moving to the steady flow of the music. He scrubbed his hand up the back of his neck, mussing the silver strands there, "Er, no, thanks but I don't dance," he answered, mildly satisfied with himself when he didn't sound as tense or as uncomfortable as he felt in the young woman's presence.
"Are you sure? I'll teach you some moves if you want," Flynn resisted the urge to roll his eyes and clenched his jaw closed tightly; biting back the icy, sarcastic retort that was sitting on the end of his tongue. The rhythm his fingers were unconsciously tapping on the bar increased and became more agitated as he looked around desperately for the bartender, who had still not returned with their drinks.
"Like I said," he paused and made eye contact with her, "I don't dance," he repeated, his voice slow and measured, making it hard for her to mistake the note of finality.
Her smile faded for the smallest moment before she turned to the bar and tried to motion to the bartender, "Well in that case, I'll buy you a drink," she gave him another winning smile and waved for the bartender again, "Beer okay?"
Flynn growled low in his throat, loud enough to draw the attention of the sergeant at his side. She stared at him with a puzzled expression as he tried not to grind his teeth, "No, I don't drink."
He heard her release a small irritated huff before she leaned in closer to his side and started to toy with the sleeve of his shirt, "Oh come on, one little drink won't hurt you," she lowered her voice and gave him what he thought must have been her most seductive smile, "besides, I hate to drink alone."
Flynn glared at her, finding an inordinate of pleasure in the way her flirtatious smile instantly diminished. Grasping her firmly by the shoulders, he pushed her away from him to what was almost a respectable distance given the amount of people who were crowded around the bar waiting for their beverages. The flash of hurt that he caught in her eyes was almost enough to soften him. Almost.
"Look kid, I don't know how many ways I can tell you I'm not interested," he began before realising he'd never specifically told her he wasn't. He sighed heavily and glanced around the bar, "I'm sure there are plenty of men your age here who would be more than happy to buy you a drink and have a dance with you."
Anna stared at him, her expression a perfect mixture of disbelief and surprise as she absorbed his words. "Oh, wow," she coughed lightly to clear her throat, her cheeks reddening, "I was not expecting that." She brushed a stray lock of hair and twirled on her heel to rest her elbows on the bar surface, just in time for the bartender to place her drink in front of her.
He saw her take a long sip and almost breathed a sigh of relief when his and Sharon's drinks were pushed down the bar in his direction. He dropped his money onto the bar and picked up the condensation covered glasses and started to head back towards their table.
"So you're really not interested?" he heard Willis ask before he managed to get five feet away. He turned to face her and shook his head as she covered the space that he had made between them.
Flynn glanced in the direction of the restrooms and smiled at the sight of Sharon and Brenda emerging from the women's side, "Not in the least." He replied bluntly, observing as Sharon ran her fingers through her hair on the other side of the room.
Willis followed his gaze over her shoulder. Turing back to him she smiled knowingly and nodded, "So not a chance in hell, right?" Without waiting for a response she dodged past him and trailed over to the rest of the team, slumping resignedly in her seat.
Flynn stared after her trying to ignore the range of feelings that were coursing through him, from shock and confusion to pure relief. He startled when he felt a pair of small hands place themselves on his waist.
"Hey, you okay?" he relaxed instantly, recognising Sharon's voice over the din of the music and patrons. He glanced at her and saw her gaze fixed on their table, "You need me to write her up for harassment?" she grinned at him and for a brief moment he wasn't sure whether she was being serious or joking.
"I think we may have come to an understanding." He told her.
She looked at him mildly surprised, "Really? And I was so looking forward to sending her to a boring sexual harassment seminar." She smirked and took the drink that he held out towards her.
Flynn chuckled and tenderly brushed a lock of hair away from her eyes, "I'm sure you were, you can probably still do that you know."
Sharon arched one perfectly manicured eyebrow at the suggestion, "Punishment huh?" she asked, taking a tiny sip of her wine.
He leaned forwards and pressed his lips to hers, not caring in the slightest if any of the squad were watching, "Oh absolutely."