Way #4

A/N: Hello my lovelies! This is one of those rare times that I'm able to update. I am in the final week before the performance of my musical so I have very little time to work on anything. Today's prompt is "Come here. Let me fix it." I really wanted to touch on one of Ezekiel's abilities that the show doesn't focus on enough. I hope you guys enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except a super crappy sleep schedule.

To say that Cassandra was having a bad day was the understatement of a lifetime. Her hot water heater wasn't working properly so she suffered through an icy shower. She decided to stop at a coffee shop near her home for breakfast that morning, only discover that she had left her credit card back at her house, so she was going without caffeine that day. That left the normally sweet girl a little grumpy. Not to mention the mission that went wrong leaving her with a twisted ankle and a wicked headache that not even a pain reliever could help with. Plus she had a lot of research left to do. It was only herself and Ezekiel in the Annex. Jenkins was deeper in the library and the others were on missions of their own.

If Ezekiel had known that Cassandra's day was going so badly he probably would've tried to be more cautious of his annoying little habits.

Cassandra breathed deeply in irritation as the noise began again. The tapping. The nonstop, infernal tapping. He wasn't even aware of the fact that he was doing it. As he flicked through the pages of an old book with one hand, the other was drumming a steady rhythm into the wooden tabletop. Cassandra tried to ignore it but couldn't.

"Ezekiel!" She snapped causing him to pop his head up in surprise. "Must you tap?"

"Huh? Was I tapping? I didn't even realize, sorry." He smiled before going back to work. The silence lasted a while when suddenly the table started shaking. Cassandra set her phone down on the shuddering surface and angrily cast a glare to the thief who was bouncing his knees against the table.

"Ezekiel!" She whined.

"What did I do now?" The tone was slightly joking but not at the same time. He seemed almost tired of her grumpiness.

"Your knees are shaking the entire table." She explained.

"Well what do you want me to do? I can't help it, it just kind of happens." He told her calmly.

"Well, figure it out! You're like a hyperactive child that needs constant surveillance to make sure they're functioning properly." She said bitterly, slamming her fist on the table, right onto her phone. The screen didn't shatter but it wasn't turning back on properly, although that wasn't her main concern. After she slammed her hand down on the table she glanced up at the thief. He was suddenly completely silent. His eyes were cast downward in his book but they were still. He wasn't reading, no, he was just staring at his book. Cassandra felt her anger wash away and it was suddenly replaced by guilt. She had snapped at him for no reason. She had no idea what to say to him to make him go back to his normally perky self. She glanced down a her phone, trying to think as she attempted to turn it on. It took like six tries but eventually it did, only to reveal a blue screen with white script in html coding. She groaned as she slammed it back down on the table. She thought her day was going badly before, now it was even worse.

"Come here. Let me fix it." A voice whispered. Cassandra looked up in surprise.

"That's okay. You don't have to." She told him.

"Please? It's much easier for me to fix it, rather than the geek squad at Best Buy." Ezekiel told her with a small, humourless smile. She slid the device across the table without ever breaking eye contact with him. He picked it up and began typing into it, fingers moving like a flurry across the screen. Cassandra watched with interest. She had seen a lot with the job she had been gifted with, but nothing was more magical to her at that moment than the young thief. It was in the way his eyes sparkled as he solved the technologically impossible. The way his tongue stuck out a bit as he concentrated. His fingers moved swiftly and nimbly with skill and experience, fingers that she longed to have intertwined in her own. Suddenly, without making any eye contact with her, he slid the phone back. It was like it had never been broken. She smiled before she glanced back up at him. He seemed so sad. Like a puppy that had been scolded.

"Ezekiel," She sighed. "Look, I'm sorry. I've just had a really long, frustrating day and you were just there when I exploded. I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have said that." She apologized. He glanced up with eyes that simultaneously made her heart melt and break.

"I do try, you know. It seems like I don't, but I do." He told her, finally looking her in the eyes. She couldn't believe how seriously he had taken what she said. She felt horrible.

"I-I know. I'm sorry. I really am. I realize that we don't give you enough credit for what you do, but you're kind of amazing. You just fixed my phone in under five minutes, you hacked into almost 100 museums and programed your pupils into the scanners, you were probably the thief that stole the Hope Diamond back in 2005." A warm feeling spread across her body as he smiled for the first time.

"Nah. I almost stole it in 2005, but some blonde thief beat me to it. She came down from the roof out of nowhere and got it before I could. It was really disappointing actually. That would've been my biggest heist from when I first started. I was about 14 when it happened, I actually met the blonde thief. She told me to not get myself on the thievery track and then she disappeared." Ezekiel laughed as he recounted the tale. "I guess I never really listened to that advice."

"I'm glad you didn't." Cassandra smiled at him fondly.

"Oh? And why's that?" He asked playfully. It was something they did. Even if they fought, five minutes later they were fine.

"If you had followed that advice you probably wouldn't have ended up here." She laughed as she leaned against him. The atmosphere changed from before. The awkward silence was now comfortable. The air was almost romantic.

"So you had a rough day, huh?" He asked. "Well I have had a few of those the past few weeks and I found that the best way to end a bad day is by watching a terrible movie. Wanna join me?" He smiled at her. She agreed and they spent the rest of the night laughing and making fun of terrible movies. Although the only thing either one of them was truly focused on was their hands, which were entwined the entire night.

A/N: And that's it! I hope you guys liked it! Next chapters prompt is: "I'll walk you home." Sneak peek: We're going to discuss the relationships between all of the characters. I love you all more than 15 episode seasons. ~FGaT XOXO