St. Patrick's Day
Ian Edgerton
9:03-9:27
24 minutes
266 words
1 embarrassed agent
Don paced in the conference room, waiting, waiting. When the door opened, relief crossed Don's face. "Ian! Thanks for coming in on such short notice. We really need your input on this case."
Edgerton shrugged. "Not a problem. As long as I get out of here in..." he glanced at his watch, "...five minutes, max, it's good. You got the file?"
Don handed him a file. "Okay, I gave you the highlights over the phone. I just need you to look through this information and tell me what you think. Hey, why don't you take your jacket off? The AC is acting up, and it's gotta be ninety degrees in here today."
"I'm fine," Ian tugged the zipper a little higher. "Can I take this with me and get back to you first thing tomorrow morning?"
"Sure. What's up?"
"Nothing. I'll see you in the morning."
Ian turned to leave, but stopped when Don grabbed his arm. "Hey, I'm sorry if I interrupted something important."
Ian took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. "Everything's fine. There's just someplace I'm supposed to be. Now."
The conference room door opened and Megan peeked into the room, a green plastic bowler perched on her head. "Ian? You almost ready to go? The green beer is flowing down at Fiddlesticks, and I hear Granger talked you into wearing your green vest and bow tie tonight."
Don was stunned. "Ian? Are you blushing?"
"Shut up, Eppes," the sniper snarled as he stalked from the room.
Don burst into laughter. "And a happy St. Patrick's Day to you too, Ian!"