likely_evil | Sam Vs. The Impatient Agent

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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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.

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

"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.

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

"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.

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."

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

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

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?"

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

"So what, you were five when you joined then?"

She laughed slightly at that. "Feels like that long, but no. I was young though."

"You talk like you're an old lady. You barely look any older than me."

She shrugged. "I guess I feel like I've been at it a long time." She looked him over slowly. "And I think I have a few years on you."

"Do you do anything outside of the job." She hid those few years well. Then again, Sam looked younger than his age so that could also be a factor.

She knew how he was looking at her, but it was easy to hide the years with all the surgery she'd had.

"No, not really."

She climbed onto the metro and found a seat.

Sam preferred to stand. He got cramped during rush hour taking a little seat and trying to fold his legs into the spaces.

"Not even a book club?" He had a few things he tried to do, even if he didn't make all his meet-ups. It kept him from going crazy when he was alone.

She leaned back to look up at him. He seemed even taller then. "No. I read for myself."

"What kind of reading do you do then?"

He really hoped she wasn't a trashy novel reader and read something with substance. They could have something to talk about then. So far he was striking out pretty much everywhere else.