Sam Vs. The Impatient Agent

[likely_evil]

ooc: setting up a new verse here for some fluff!

Sam was working at his desk, trying hard to get the little wires on the watch he was working on soldered together. he had on the big soldering goggles and was biting his lip as he focused.

"You working on that for Agent 99?" Lloyd asked, pushing his wheeled chair behind him to look over Sam's shoulder.

"Yes..." Sam hissed, turning the tiny flame off before he burnt the wrong circuit and lifted the shield up from the goggles to look at his friend through them. He had been at CONTROL for about a month now, having been recruited from his day job at a Geek Squad desk in Baltimore's large Best Buy.

It was strange, but Sam had come to learn that almost all the intelligent people in this area worked "desk jobs" in "some office". If you were part of the club, people knew what you were talking about and could make jokes about the other agencies. Sam learned quickly he was part of the agency that tended to get made fun of the most - even if they did just save the President's life a few months back.

"Have you ever met her before? I mean, you're still new so..."

"99 is a girl?" Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Oh man, you haven't met her yet." Lloyd looked over at Bruce who was snickering a bit. "Word of advice: Don't piss her off."

"Is she that much of a bitch then?" Sam asked. Almost instantly there was a clearing of a throat and Lloyd paled and rolled his chair away, suddenly "busy" as Sam found himself staring at probably one of the hottest women he had seen in years.

"I take it you're Agent 99..." Sam said in his apologetic voice, reaching up to remove his goggles all of the way.

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[failuretotrust.livejournal.com]

Her eyes narrowed, that stubbornness kicking in. "Not often at all." Okay, that was stretching it a bit.

[likely_evil]

"Uh huh. Maybe I could time the delay for a second longer on the door for you then, if you insist on the continued wearing of that jacket."

He gave her a playful smile.

"That is, if it's something you feel you need."

[failuretotrust.livejournal.com]

She bristled slightly at the smile and tone, but gave him narrowed eyes. "I can handle it perfectly fine on my own."

[likely_evil]

"Alright then."

He shrugged his shoulders, readjusting the bag on them before looking further down the hall. "Well, I guess we'd better get going."

[failuretotrust.livejournal.com]

She nodded and continued down the hall behind him. She was muttering to herself.

[likely_evil]

Sam closed his eyes a moment, trying to focus on what she was muttering, then smirked.

"You alright back there?"

[failuretotrust.livejournal.com]

She glanced up at his back. "I'm fine."

[likely_evil]

"You don't sound fine."

[failuretotrust.livejournal.com]

She came to a stop at the phone booth. It was a tight squeeze and she wasn't riding up with him. "Just get in."

[likely_evil]

"Ladies first." He motioned for her to go.

[failuretotrust.livejournal.com]

"Thank you." She swung her hair over her shoulder and walked in, then closed the door. Up she went.

For some reason, she waited on the other side for him. She didn't know why.

[likely_evil]

He was up a moment later, having to duck a bit to fit into the phone booth.

"I take it I'm the tallest person to ever work here," he said for conversation sake as he stretched a bit.

[failuretotrust.livejournal.com]

"Well...23 was pretty big, but..." she shrugged. "You're close I guess." There was the teasing.

[likely_evil]

He smiled a bit, then looked at her.

"You by chance have any plans for dinner?"

[failuretotrust.livejournal.com]

She paused for a moment. That she hadn't been excpecting. She shrugged. "Probably something microwavable while I stand over my kitchen sink."

[likely_evil]

He tilted his head a bit, then pulled out his wallet.

"Alright, how about this? I was going to stop at this little mideastern place in Dupont - Moby Dick's - and grab something to go. But if you don't mind a quick ride on the Red Line, I'm willing to pay for two?"

He's being friendly. Neither of them really deserve to eat microwave or takeout alone in their kitchens.

[failuretotrust.livejournal.com]

She eyed him, thinking this over. She'd been there before and it was good. She nodded. "Sure, but I can pay for myself."

[likely_evil]

"Sure, that's fine. You can even pay for me too if you feel inclined." He was teasing, and as they walking out the front door, he automatically held it open for her.

And it wasn't because of her jacket. He was just being a gentleman.

[failuretotrust.livejournal.com]

She smirked as she walked towards the Metro. "Don't press your luck, Winchester."

[likely_evil]

"Just sayin'." But he smiled and followed her to the metro, not pulling out a pass but instead waving the metal ring he wore over the sensor and the gate opened. He didn't act like anything was wrong as he kept moving.

Being a tech geek led to some advantages - like saving on Metro fare.

[failuretotrust.livejournal.com]

She noticed this, but didn't make a deal of it. Instead she just whipped out her Agent issued card that allowed her in and out the metro all she wanted.

She caught up to him at the escalator and stood behind him as it went down. "Nice move there."

[likely_evil]

"Huh?" He turned to look at her over his shoulder.

[failuretotrust.livejournal.com]

99 laughed at that and shook her head. "Nothing."

[likely_evil]

Sam gave her a small smile because he knew what she was referring too and was going to play innocent.

"So how long have you been with the company?"

[failuretotrust.livejournal.com]

She leaned back against a pole to wait for the line and glanced at him. "A long time," she said, crossing her arms.