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Imagine Studying for Finals in the WCCD
It seemed like it was impossible to find a quiet space. In the library, people were panicking about the upcoming deadlines on their English papers. In the student lounges, other students were loudly unwinding as they took a break from panicking. Even in the usually-quiet lobby of the nursing building, students were freaking out about their organic chemistry exams or their advanced physiology finals. Your roommate didn’t understand the concept of quietness, the dining halls were just loud as a perpetual state of being, and you couldn’t study in the park because it was an open space and children, New Yorkers, and animals were louder than strictly necessary.
Finally, you realized that you knew the perfect place to get some peace and quiet to study: the WCCD. After striking up an unlikely friendship with the employees of that specific division, you frequently visited as a rendezvous before departing for lunch with Neal or coffee with Diana.
The conference room door was pushed open wider and you looked up from amid three papers all laid out near your notebook, which was in front of your computer, which was to the left of your coffee and the right of your pencil case and a case of index cards. You looked up and smiled. “Oh, hi, Jones!”
“Hi…?” He looked over your materials, then chuckled. “Finals?” You nodded, making a face. “How do you think you’re going to do?”
“Pretty well, if I can get some studying done.”
He leaned against the open doorway, crossing his eyes and smirking a little. “And the best place to do that is…?”
You made pleading eyes at him. “Please don’t tell Hughes on me. I’ll be gone before he gets back from his meeting with Bancroft.”
“Who told you about that?” Jones asked you, startled that you knew.
“Same person who let me inside,” you answered with a fond smile. “Diana.”
Jones chuckled. “Alright. I’ll let you get back to it. Good luck, Y/N.”
“Thanks!” You chirped, picking up your coffee for a sip and saving your work on your laptop.
Neal brought you coffee about an hour after Jones discovered you, picking up your empty cardboard cup and tossing it in the trash. He sat down in the chair beside yours and dragged it closer, leaning in curiously to look at what you were doing. “Anything I can do to help?” He offered.
Neal’s services were never underhanded, but you doubted they were purely altruistic this time. Although you wouldn’t be surprised if he could ace this stupid class for you, that wasn’t how exams worked. “Don’t you have paperwork you should be doing?” You replied, cocking your head and clicking your pen.
Neal made a face at you. “Are you saying you don’t want my help?”
“I’m saying I’ll need a quiet study space after Hughes gets back.” You gave him a pretty smile and an exaggerated bat of your eyelashes. “I would love your help after hours.” Or, more accurately, you would accept his help while happily utilizing the quiet of his penthouse.
The con artist laughed and smiled. “I’ll accept dinner as payment.”
“Excellent. Plans have been made. Now, shoo! Let me focus.” You gave his arm a gentle shove, pushing him out of your study space. Neal jokingly brushed off his arm and pushed his chair in.
You stared intently at the laptop screen. “Maybe,” you muttered thoughtfully. “If I just watch it, it’ll get nervous and explain itself…”
“That rarely works,” Peter interrupted, making you jerk and look up sharply, nearly knocking over the refill of coffee that you’d snuck out to steal from the kitchenette. He had his jacket off and was adjusting the straps of his shoulder holster, just outside the room. “But somehow I think I’d still have more luck with my suspects than you will with your computer.”
“You never know,” you countered. “At least I’ll probably have this figured out in less than the four years it took you to catch Neal.”
“Probably,” Peter repeated back at you teasingly.
“Probably,” you confirmed, grinning wryly.
He came in and looked over your shoulder. You leaned to the side to let him. He whistled. “It’s been a while since I had to solve any of those.” The agent did not sound envious. “Now finals is one thing about college I don’t miss. – Oh, is that what you’re doing?” Peter had started to look at your notebook page. “Where’s the other side of the equation?”
“I can’t figure out the natural log,” you sighed. “My calculator keeps saying it’s a domain error.”
Peter nodded a little, then leaned down to pick up the pen you’d set down. He drew a little minus sign in front of one of your numbers, then put it back down. “You can’t take the natural log from a negative number. Switch the signs.”
You perked up and beamed. “I forgot you’re a mathlete!” You cheered, spinning your chair to the left to give him an enthusiastic hug.
Peter objected, “I was not a mathlete!”
“You totally were!”
The clearing throat at the doorway made you raise a hand. “I know, I know,” you assured, hurrying to scribble through the last of your problems, working out the calculations to enter the answer and check it. “I’m hurrying, I’ve still got fifteen minutes and I’ll be long gone by the time he’s back.”
The owner of the cleared throat dryly asked, “You mean, before I’m back?”
You froze and dropped your pen.
“Finals, Y/L/N?” Hughes chuckled from the doorway and uncrossed his arms.
“Yes, sir,” you answered meekly. “Everywhere on campus is loud.”
The boss looked at his watch and tapped it meaningfully. “Fifteen minutes.”
You broke into a wide smile. “Thank you, sir!” So Hughes had sympathy after all… it was just Neal that he was short with.
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Imagine Neal introducing you to his team.
You looked around the FBI with interest and trepidation. Neal noticed, and he subtly slipped his hand into yours. Guiltily, you smiled at him and squeezed his fingers, walking a little closer.
"Relax," he urged, giving you a convincing, comfortable smile. "They'll love you, just like I do. Well..." his smile turned teasing. "Maybe not exactly like I do."
"That would be awkward," you agreed, blushing slightly. You realized that while he'd been distracting you, you'd reached the large office on the mezzanine. One man was behind the desk, sitting back in his chair and talking to two other agents, a man and a woman.
Neal cleared his throat. "Hey, guys!"
Had the doorway been larger, you probably would've tried to move behind Neal. He moved his hand to your back so that you weren't as tempted. All three agents turned to look at you and Neal. The man behind the chair started to smile without saying anything, but his expression greatly reminded you of a mischievous, matchmaking friend.
The young man waved at you. The woman started to smirk at Neal. "So it's true," she said in playful surprise. "There is a girl willing to put up with you."
"Not only that," his other teammate said, turning to look back at the man behind the desk, "But she's not a criminal, either."
"Yeah, yeah," Neal sarcastically invited their criticisms. "Go ahead, make fun of me in front of my girlfriend."
"They weren't waiting for your permission," the boss said, still smiling. He sat forward and looked at you kindly. "Peter Burke. I'm Neal's handler."
"Diana Berrigan," Diana told you, holding out a hand for you to take.
"Jones," the man behind her said with a respectful nod.
"Y/N," you replied, a little less intimidated.
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Tfw a girl in your team bails so your coach has to fill in.
guys, im 99% sure my uni team is the only 1/2 uni team entering WCCD nationals. even though we probably won't deserve it, we are probably gonig to have a first place trophy to show to our uni and be like "see we do get awards thank you very much" and then maybe they will actually be nice to us, also they should be nice to us anyway because we are the only official sport team that our university has.