15 || Rick & Dante
He rolled his eyes at the younger man’s comment, but deep down, he was flattered. Being reminded of his position in leadership was something he got out of bed for, having worked for it for such a long time. When they reached the car, Rick turned the key to start it up.
No response. He tried again, but with the same result. Confused, he looked around to see what could have been stopping them from going.
"What the fuck? Come on, don’t be doin’ this now," he complained, smacking the wheel with his palm.
Dante sat in the passenger's seat, tapping his feet restlessly. "Oh, for the love of God, I really don't wanna push this piece of junk all the way to Dinozzo's." He sighed and rapped his fingers against the dashboard.















