Forced Proximity
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Kids! Breakfast!!
The pitter-patter of tiny feet and giggling laughter crowded the staircase, trying to get down first. A race that everyone would win easily because waffles and pancakes were on the table. It was Saturday morning and everyone was still in their favourite PJs. Your best friend's dad was leaving for work and his mom- She was some times sick but today she was doing okay. She was okay enough to play with you all. To give you all time and make you three laugh. And laugh you did. And it was just-
"We're here-" Hurley's gruff voice broke your soft memory, "Chin up. Stay alert. No clue what brown-nose kiss-ass they're gonna give us," He snarked
"Yes sir," You hummed and followed closely behind
The FBI HQ building looked like a prison, in your opinion. It was just so... square and blocky. Langely at least has some character. You made a face unknowingly. Stan cleared his throat and you cleared your expression to neutral again.
"I like working with NSA more," You said softly, "At least people meet us at the gate," That earned a small chuckle from him
"Yeah, well-" He shrugged, "It's what we got-"
A tall man waved at you both from afar as he made a half-assed effort to jog and walk towards you.