*Mitchell's POV*
He had come to see her after Ilona had told him that she wasn't doing so well. He knew Gideon had told her something, but Ilona wouldn't tell him what.
"I'll let her tell you," she had said.
When he knocked on her door and Gideon answered he wasn't sure what to think. Gideon looked upset, but Gideon ALWAYS looked upset. She had told Mitchell to come in without a second glance at Gideon.
He came inside and sat down and she was smiling until he asked about Gideon. She just stood in the middle of her room and cried. He stood up to go over and hug her, but before he could she crashed into him and held on for dear life. "Shhhh," he comforted her as he rubbed her back. She finally calmed down and looked at him. "I'm sorry," she said and sat down on her bed.
He sat down next to her but he didn't say a thing. He would let her speak when she was ready.
"Did you know?" she asks him. "Know what?"
"About Gideon's girlfriend." Mitchell's eyes widen, "No. I swear I didn't. Who is she?"
"I don't know. I really don't want to know."
Mitchell couldn't help feeling a little sad. Why wouldn't he tell me?
"I don't know why I'm letting it bother me like this," she says, "It's not like he and I were official or anything. Right?"
"Right," he answers. Mitchell can tell she's hurt. He grabs her shoulders and makes her look him in the eye, "Its okay if you're upset. You can cry and scream if you need to. You don't always have to be so tough." He realizes he said almost the exact same thing to Gideon in Russia.
"I'll be okay, Mitchell."
"I know you will."
She sighs, "I need a drink."
Mitchell laughs, "Me too. We haven't been for a good time in awhile. Wanna go somewhere?"
"OK. Yeah!" She smiles and it makes him smile. She's so beautiful when she smiles. Hell, she's even beautiful when she cries.
"Well I'll go so you can get ready."
"Okay, see you soon."
*Your POV*
Mitchell knocks on the door as soon as you finish putting your shoes on.
You packed your "fuck me" heels but you never planned on wearing them. Tonight you were wearing them. You needed to. They made you feel sexy and you needed to feel something other than sad.
You open the door and Mitchell's face lights up. "Hey...hey," he says.
"Hey to you too."
He looks down at the black dress you're wearing and your shoes. "Well, am I a lucky man or what?" he says. "Ready to go?"
You grab your purse and jacket, "Yup, let's go." You walk to his JEEP and he opens the door for you. "My lady," he says with a slight bow. You laugh and climb into the car, "Thank you, sir."
As he walks around the front of the car you finally notice his outfit. Wow. A white button up shirt that shows off his arms really well and black jeans that show off his...STOP!
He gets in the car and starts it. He puts his hands on the steering wheel and you realize you always forget about his arm. It's usually covered so its easy to forget about.
"You look great," you tell him.
"Me? You're gonna be turning heads tonight," Mitchell says and you blush. "I feel a little overdressed." Mitchell looks at you, "You look fine."
"Where are we going?"
"I know a nice place not too far from here. Good food and good drinks."
"Sounds great."
You two talk and laugh the whole way there. He makes you feel so comfortable and you love it.
Mitchell parks and opens the door for you again. "Thanks again," you say. He offers his arm and you take it, stroking the smooth metal with your thumb. You notice some men that walk by stare at you and it makes you feel pretty damn good.
You guys reach the restaurant and Mitchell walks over to tell the maitre d' how many guests, but he turns around quickly and says, "It's a bit crowded. Maybe we should go somewhere else."
"I don't mind waiting..." you say and Mitchell looks nervous for some reason. "What's going on?"
You walk over to where the maitre d' is waiting and that's when you see him...Gideon...and he's sitting with a woman. That must be her.
"Ma'am?", says the maitre d', "How many?"
"Oh, um, two please."
Mitchell comes to your side, "Are you sure you want to stay?" he asks.
"Yes." You walk ahead of Mitchell as you are led to a table. Shit, we're going to pass right by his table. Get it together. You try not to look at Gideon as you get closer. Don't look. DON'T. LOOK. You pass his table and you don't think he notices you. Thank God.
Part of you kinda wants him to see you. No, you don't. You make sure you take the seat with your back facing Gideon's table. I can't be focused on that all night.
"This is a beautiful place," you say to Mitchell with a smile. Mitchell seems to be the one focusing on Gideon. "Mitchell?"
"Hmm?"
"I said this is a beautiful restaurant."
"Oh. Yeah..thanks. I found it a few years ago."
The waiter comes over to take your drink orders and you both order a glass of red wine. You both are looking at the menu when Mitchell puts his down and tenses up.
"Mitchell, what is it?"
"He's coming. Gideon's coming. He saw me. I don't think he knows it's you I'm sitting with."
"Oh..um.." As a last act of desperation you get up quickly and speed walk to the bathroom. It's not easy in these heels, but you make it.
You really don't have to go, but you stay in there for at least 15 minutes thinking that should be a good amount of time. You open the bathroom door slowly and peek out at your table. Ok, he's gone. The men's bathroom door across from you opens and...for the love of god!...it's Gideon.
You look down as if that is supposed to stop him from seeing you. He freezes and you know there's no use in running now.
"[your name]?" Gideon says in surprise. "Hi captain," you say quietly.
"What are you doing..." He stops and you know he's putting two and two together. "You and Mitchell?" He asks.
"We both needed to get out," you respond.
"I see."
You nod and take a deep breath. This is awkward.
You see Gideon look you up and down. "Nice shoes."
"Thanks. You look nice."
"Thanks."
"Well, I shouldn't keep Mitchell waiting. Enjoy the rest of your night." You walk away with your head held high. Let him see what he's missing, you think.
*Gideon's POV*
He thought he saw her, but he thought maybe his mind was playing tricks on him. His date...his girlfriend was talking about herself as usual when he spotted Mitchell and excused himself. As he approached the table Mitchell's date had walked off a little quickly to the bathroom. Little black dress, great legs and fuck me heels. Mitchell was getting lucky tonight, he thought.
Mitchell smiles up at him nervously as he reaches the table. "Has your date made you that nervous?" Gideon asks with a smirk. Mitchell just laughs and drinks some wine.
"You didn't tell me you were dating, Jack."
"Yeah, well I could say the same to you, Gideon."
Well, that struck a nerve. "Mitchell, I'm sorry. Truly."
"We're friends, Gideon. At least I thought we were. I had to find out from [your name] who is a mess over it."
Gideon sighs, "I know she hates me, but I don't need you to hate me too."
Mitchell looks at him, "I don't hate you, I never could, but next time just let me know something."
"You got it, mate."
Mitchell takes another drink.
"I gotta take a piss. I'll see you back at the barracks."
Mitchell's face falls.
"You alright?"
"Yeah. I think I'm drinking too much and not eating enough," Mitchell says.
"Lightweight," Gideon scoffs and walks to the bathroom.
He was happy for Mitchell. He really was. As he washed his hands he looked himself in the mirror. Part of him really didn't want to go back out there to that woman at his table. The other part was curious as to who Mitchell's date was.
He steps out of the bathroom and there she is. She's looking down which is usually what she does when she sees him now. He says her name and she looks up. "Hi, captain," she says. She doesn't look at him for long and he takes that opportunity to check her out. My god. All he can think of to say is nice shoes and she compliments him back.
She's Mitchell's date. Should I be worried? She says something about not keeping Mitchell waiting and walks off and all he can do is stare. Stare at her legs and the way that dress fits her. Stare and think about what's under that dress and Mitchell touching that body. Mitchell touching her...fuck...
He shakes his head and walks back to his table. He sits down and listens to his girlfriend babble on.
The only things getting him through this night are the drinks and the fact that he can see you from his table...even if it is only a view of your back.