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@georgetownlawyerabby
"Fine, if you say so."
As he grabs the small package sheâs offering him, there is a genuinely happy smile on his face. With trembling hands, he starts unwrapping it and, before heâs done with it, he raises his head to look up at her.
"Thank you. Really."
"Well, I obviously say so. Now hush."
Maybe she spent half of her last SHIELD paycheck on the gift. Maybe not. She won't ever admit that to him, because she knows he'll probably say something about it.
"It's nothing."
        âââyou really didnât have to get me anything.â
        Yeah, he may have said that a couple times already, but heâs really excited that someone remembered his birthday.
"But what if I wanted to? It's not a crime to remember a birthday, is it?"
She can't help the teasing lilt that's crept into her voice, or the smile on her face. It's a mix of excitement and an overwhelming feeling of joy that fills her heart as she holds out a neatly wrapped box.
So I took some time to think about what I want to do with Abby.
I'm considering rebooting her, to be honest. Redo her about and verses, revamp just about everything. I'd probably keep my one thread I've got with askmikewarren going because that's all I've got. So.
I'll probably start work on it tomorrow.Â
Quietly swings in singing I'm Alive. It's also 2:30 am. I'm actually a responsible eighteen year old fight me.
FBI/SHIELD AU | georgetownlawyerabby
Upon listening to Abbyâs words, Mike merely blinked and cleared his throat, rather awkwardly. He guessed this was supposed to be like this, after all, but it did not make it any less uncomfortable. ââRight, yeah, me too. I mean⊠Iâd rather have this than nothing at all.â His words sounded weak and he wanted to punch himself in the face after pronouncing them but, as usual, it was too late.
"Oh⊠oh, okay." So either fate was actually a thing or it was too much of a coincidence that they were both right in the same place, waiting for two people who happened to be late. "No, I think I know the feeling," he shrugged, quickly glancing around to show her he was right in the same position as she was and letting out a nervous chuckle before glancing away from her. It was when she started talking again that Mike went back to look at her, and a frown appeared on his face. "âŠOh," he merely said. As much as he knew he probably should not have heard her words, Mike accidentally gathered the part where she mentioned the FBI and his eyes widened as he felt his heart stop for a second, swallowing hard. Well, shit. What if she actually knew who he was? Becauseâwhy else would she mention the FBI if she was not talking about him? âŠRight, yeah, there were probably thousands of reasons besides that one, but Mike was as paranoid as it gets. "S-sorry, whatâwhat did you just say?" He awkwardly inquired, blinking as he tilted his head towards her and pretended to be as casual as he could, as much as his hands had already started trembling.
"I'm perfectly... comfortable just being friends, Mike." No no no! Shut up, Abby! Her face flushed red as she fought an inner battle, white teeth biting sharply into her bottom lip. "I mean, I miss being around you." Jesus Christ, that's worse than the first statement.
"It's already been half an hour. I just- I want to get this stuff over with, you know? Surprisingly or not, I've got things to do outside of work." She shook her head, stiffening when he asked about what she'd said. Shit. Had she said that loud enough for him to hear? "I don't understand, what do you-" With a sharp beep her earpiece went off, her face falling suddenly. "Excuse me a minute," she mumbled, turning away. "This is Evans- no, they haven't shown up yet- it would be easier if I had a name, you know!"
Abby glanced back over her shoulder at Mike, shooting him an apologetic smile as the agent on the other end of the line rustled around. "You got it?" she asked, turning her attention back to her fellow SHIELD agent. As soon as they said the name, she froze. Mike Warren. No. "Well. Got it. Evans out."
Slowly, hesitantly, she turned back to face him, letting a cool mask of indifference slide over her face. "Alright then." Abby moved back to him, holding the folder to the man she had fallen for against every rule in the book. "Here you are, Agent Warren."
FBI/SHIELD AU | georgetownlawyerabby
Abbyâs words did not fail to drag a chuckle out of Mikeâs throat and he rolled his eyes, but the grin remained on his lips for a while. It felt right for a moment there; it felt like he used to feel whenever she was around back before she left, and he was strangely happy about it.
âDonât worry. Your presence isnât that dreadful yet,â he teased back, but right when he finished talking he glanced at her and spotted her checking out her watch. âOh, Iâmânot bothering you, by any chance, right?â he made sure to ask, pressing his lips together. He had been feeling so comfortable around her that he had almost forgotten that they were actually waiting for people⊠people who were already fashionably late, actually. Mike sighed. âI know,â he shook his head, smiling awkwardly at the girl. âSsssoâŠâ he trailed off, looking around, and it was then that he spotted the file she was holding on her arms. âWhatâs that?â he inquired casually, nervousness starting to creep up on him again as he tried to make some small talk.
"Well, I'm glad that we're on good terms after... everything." Damn her mouth. What happened that filter her SO had so highly praised after her first few field missions? It only made sense that around Mike it'd short out.Â
"No, no! You're not bothering me, I promise. I'm just... waiting for someone who is remarkably late. Frustrating, right?" Abby glanced down at the file cradled in her arms. "Um, what, this? It's just some work stuff. I need to share it with my very tardy partner." Her voice dropped as she grumbled. "Stupid FBI can't even be on time, this is bullshit..."
+special-agent-mike-warren
"Not yet. But you will be." he teased.
"Oh?" Her eyes lit up, a grin spreading slowly over her face. "Now, how do you plan to make that happen?"
FBI/SHIELD AU | georgetownlawyerabby
Mikeâs breath got stuck in his throat when she smiled, and he pursed his lips and looked away as he listened to her words. âWhat? Noâno, youâre notâyouâre not bothering, or distracting me, or anythingââ he mumbled. Of course she was a potential bother and a distraction, mostly because she was not supposed to know about his actual occupation, but he was just too thrilled to see her that everything else seemed to have little importance next to the fact that she was next to him again.
Fortunately, his question seemed to manage to make her stay, and he was happy to see she had been doing okay. He always thought he deserved it, after all, and to show that to her he gave her a small smile. âOh, Iâve been⊠Iâve been fine, yeah. Just⊠trying to keep myself distracted and all. I guess Iâm kind of good at that, so,â he shrugged his shoulders and then, just like that, it suddenly hit himâhe was still waiting for someone who had yet to show up, and he just had to glance around him as subtly as he could, just in case he saw someone that might just look like his assigned partner.
"You sound kinda flustered, are you sure?" she teased, catching her tongue between her teeth as she grinned at him. "I just don't want to bother you, I'm not that rude." One hand went up to brush a strand of hair back, pain in Abby's eyes as she stared at him.Â
The torture only intensified. Maybe he had found someone else. Oh god, she wanted to sob. "That's good. That you're good. I mean- yeah. It's good, definitely good." Abby managed to sneak a look at her watch. This would be a perfect moment for her partner to show up, this was becoming utter torture. "Some people just can't be on time, huh?" she muttered irritably.Â
I'm so sorry for never being on anymore oh god Rehearsals went from being like 6-7:30 to 5-10 veRY QUICKLY
FBI/SHIELD AU | georgetownlawyerabby
Mike knew he probably should not have started a conversation with Abby the moment he did. Maybe look away, pretend not to have noticed her presence next to his or even walk past the police station, resigning himself to make a phone call to make sure his new, unknown partner would wait for him or perhaps agree to see him somewhere else in order to help him avoid blowing off his cover. If only it had not been Abbyâbecause, who the hell was he kidding? He could not just avoid talking to her. Especially not after everything they had been through, and especially not after all this time without seeing her.
"Oh," he merely answered, blinking at her. He could not quite expect why, but his mood suddenly dropped as he put himself in the worst situation. What if she was seeing someone else already? Could she have forgotten about him so quickly, so easily? Shit, he was thinking too much again. "Uh, no," Mike shook his head, faking a chuckle, "IâmâIâm actually waiting for someone, too. They should be about to come, anyway," he explained, trying to look absolutely casual, and then took a deep breath and leaned his back against the wall, watching her quietly. "How have you been?" He inquired, licking his lips nervously, his mind now more focused on her than on his coverâwhich was probably not the best idea.
"Oh." Abby attempted to smile again, rocking back and forth in her heels. Why did she wear heels? Dumb idea that was. "Oh, okay, totally get it. I'll go. I don't want to distract you or something." Oh god, maybe he was dating somebody who worked here or something. She couldn't even think about that without wanting to be sick all over her shoes.Â
Abby thought about the question for a second- what could she honestly say here? "I'm.... okay. I guess. I've been busy enough, work to do and things to deal with." What a shitty answer. "What about you, Mike, how are you?" Yes, how are you after I pretty much jumped ship and stopped calling and texting you?
pssst
my muse for Abby is back in full force (bless late night rewatches) so if anyone wants to plot with me here or on any of my blogs holla at me
Charlie nodded. âIt does feel more rewarding.â
"Definitely. SHIELD was a better choice."
FBI/SHIELD AU | georgetownlawyerabby
It was a small quirk of Mikeâs to constantly check the watch when he was nervous, to see what time it was even if it had only been thirty seconds since the last time he looked at itâand he was apparently really freaking nervous judging by the way he would not stop rolling up his sleeve and take a look at the time over and over again. He was well aware that such gesture might not give a good impression, mostly because he looked like he was waiting impatiently when the truth was he had actually showed up earlier than intended, but he could not help it.
He was unsure of what to expect given the fact that he had not been given much informationâor none at allâabout the person who was going to join him in his new case, so he was also glancing around here and there every now and then, maybe to check if someone with the looks of a SHIELD agent was approaching him or something (then again, what looks was a SHIELD agent supposed to have?). However, there was one time when he failed to see someone coming, because soon enough he heard a voice behind him, and as soon as he turned around his face changed completely. ââŠAbby?â Shit. He was certainly not planning thisâwhat was she doing here, anyway? âWhatâuh⊠what are you doing here?â Great job, Mike; that was brilliant.
Her heart was pounding loudly in her chest she was sure he could probably hear it. Clearing her throat, she crossed her arms over her chest, effectively covering the SHIELD insignia from being seen. "Yeah, no, it's me, Mike." Abby chewed on her lip nervously. What the hell was he doing here? He'd told her he was a pilot- what would a pilot be doing outside the police station?
"I'm just- uh, crap -waiting for someone." Yeah, waiting for someone while holding a file marked CLASSIFIED in bright, red letters, that doesn't look suspicious at all, Abby. She smiled weakly at him. "What're you doing here? Somebody vandalize your plane or something?" she teased, barely able to keep the rising panic out of her voice. God, she was terrified. She couldn't break her cover, not now, not like this.Â
"So, what made you get into all this? I feel like everyone I talk to has their own reasons for getting into law enforcement and all that."Â
"I did work in law for a short time, and then I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Ended up recruited to SHIELD after that- I felt like I could do more good there than as a regular lawyer, you know?"Â
+special-agent-mike-warren
"Iâm turning you into a bad girl? Is that it?" he chuckled, "Tell them it was an emergency. Now Iâm turning you into one."
"Oh, please, I am never bad." Abby rolled her eyes at him. "Emergency or no, they still expect me to be there. It's a pain in my ass, but that's my work for ya."Â
Off to audition- happy munday!
"I wouldâve never thought you were an agent." Charlie laughed to herself.
"I feel like I should be offended, but I get that a lot." Abby chuckled softly.
