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FBI: INTERNATIONAL 4.07, "Keen as a Bean" (2024)

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Rooftop: Wes Mitchell x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @district447 @witchyGagirl @cosmosnkaz @abby-splace

Companion piece to:

Catch 22 - Wes is stuck in a Catch 22 when he sees you again for the first time after you spend the night together.

One Night - Wes asks if he can stay the night while he finds a place in Budapest.

Think About It - Wes asks you to think about his offer.

Push - Wes realises he's pushed you too hard.

Broken - Wes doesn't think you're broken.

Demons - Wes has his own demons.

Night Calls - Wes always calls you at night.

Sincerity (NSFW) - Wes finally tells you how he feels.

The rooftop party is Raines idea.

Wes wants to do something special for your birthday but is at a loss because he’s been in Budapest for three months and most of that is intermittent due to his ‘work trips’. He doesn’t know the best place to celebrate something so important so he puts it to the group.

Their suggestions range wildly from the Unicorn Bistro – a firm no because you’re terrified of the fucking things after a book you read by Ben Aaronovitch to the Ice Bar, a hovel that’s both overpriced and overrated.

“Your apartment building has a rooftop garden, I’m sure the view is incredible.” Raines says and it gets Wes’s brain going because you are criminally low maintenance compared to what he’s used to. He realises he’s been thinking too big, too grand. You enjoy meaningful gestures, not money thrown at you.

“We can get some fairy lights, set up a make shift bar, order from that place she likes on the corner.” He says as he begins to outline a plan.

“She’s an 80s baby right?” Amanda says as she picks up her phone, scrolling through it. “We can use a carefully collated 90s playlist for a little nostalgia.”

“Yes.” Wes says clapping his hands together. “I like the way this is coming together.”

It’s a few weeks later that Wes lures you onto the rooftop with the promise of a cigar, it’s something the two of you used to do after you worked a case together. It had started in Riyadh when you’d taken down a global human trafficking network. Saudi Arabia’s a dry country which means you can’t have a drink to celebrate so Wes had rustled up the next best thing.

“Christ, I can’t remember the last time I had a Montecristo.” You say, his fingers laced with yours as he leads you up the stairs to the rooftop. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about since-

That’s when the cheer goes up and you’re surprised by your nearest and dearest appearing to wish you happy birthday. The way your face lights up when you lay eyes on your parents for the first time in a year, it makes all of that hard work worthwhile.

Your evening becomes a whirlwind of catching up and merriment and Wes, he likes to fade into the background sometimes, to watch. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you as happy as you are tonight, your hair tumbling over your shoulders as you throw your head back and laugh at something your father said. It makes his heart thud harder in his chest because you deserve this for putting the light back in his life, you deserve the best that life has to offer.

“I never did get that Montecristo.” You say as orange starts to bleed into the darkness. The parties wound down and there’s just the two of you left on the roof, watching the sun rise in the distance.

Wes withdraws the cigar from his pocket and you shake your head as you slip into his lap, your thighs settling on either side of his hips.

“After.” You murmur, your nose trailing along his until your lips are barely parted. “I need to thank you for flying my parents out.”

“Oh.” He says in understanding, tucking the cigar back into his pocket before he kisses you. “After it is.”

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Jesse Lee Soffer as Wesley "Wes" Mitchell | FBI International S04E01.

Bonus cause this is so Jesse coded:

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I've only watched the first 5 episodes and I'm obsessed! I am convinced that there is no part Jesse Lee Soffer can play that I won't love. I went to binge on some content for him and couldn't find anything (Big sad). So, I had to make sure he had at least one story. I'm still learning his character so this is probably not perfect.

Wes Mitchell Key 

You didn’t know what the hell you were thinking. The relationship wasn’t new but had been long distance since the beginning. Now you were standing in front of his apartment door, one travel-on bag thrown over your shoulder. You had jet lag from the flight all you wanted was a hot shower and any flat surface to sleep on.  

But now standing here anxiety twisted in your stomach clawing its way up your throat. You reached in your pocket pulling out a key. It felt heavy as lead in your palm and caught the light in the shine of the new metal. You had never used it before and half wondered if it would even really work in the lock. 

You and Wes had been officially together for eight months after steadily talking for three. It didn’t take a genius to know that Wes had trust issues. He didn’t talk about his childhood much, but the random snit bits that he had shared you knew it had been on the rougher side. He was slow to trust and despite his apparent mastery at reading suspects needed blunt direct talks to know where he stood in his personal relationships. 

You two hadn’t seen each other in person more than a handful of times. It had forced a strong foundation built on communication and genuinely enjoying the other company as opposed to falling into bed together because it was easy and lonely. Wes had openly admitted that he tended to do that in a lot of his previous relationships because he “wasn’t good alone”.  

It had been a major red flag and forcing you to keep the pace slow. He was charming, funny, and incredibly good looking and you didn’t want to get your heartbroken.

It didn’t stop you from falling in love with him.

Neither of you had uttered those words yet. Wes didn’t seem like the type to make that proclamation without meaning it and you didn’t want to back him into a corner. 

The feeling of him keeping parts of his life separate from you had caused more than one fight. It always happened in the same pattern. You would bring it up, he would acknowledge that he did it and promise to try harder to be more open. For a while, he would and it would get better but he always seemed to hide behind that last layer of protection. His reflex to protect himself at any cost. You loved him and tried to be patient with what he was working through but the pattern was incredibly frustrating.  

The last one had stuck pretty well. When he came for a week's visit, he had given you his key. He hadn’t said it but you knew it was his way of showing how much he trusted you. You couldn’t help but wonder if it had been an empty attempt to appease you. After all who would go across the country to actually use the key?  

You had only been to his apartment in Budapest once and he came to see you three times. When you met him, you didn’t even have a passport. While seeing each other hadn’t been frequent, the sex was always absolutely mind-blowing. 

Now you felt like quite the hypocrite as you had been hiding your own struggles from him. Things had gotten so bad, so overwhelming at home that you had packed a bag and paid for a flight on a whim. You couldn’t even remember if you packed underwear. Your brain had been like watching static on a TV and it was only halfway through the flight that you remembered that Wes wasn’t even home. He was currently in the Netherlands.  

You felt a gaze fall heavy on you. You look over your shoulder to see a man watching you stand in front of the door holding a key and making no attempt to open it for way longer than necessary. You scrabbled to put the key in the lock and let out a grateful yet slightly surprised breath of relief as the key twisted in the lock butter smooth. 

A glance back showed the man's suspicions seemed settled as he headed down the hall. Then you remembered the alarm and rushed in to type in the password letting your bag carelessly fall to the ground with a heavy thunk. You watch in anticipation after typing the code in. Wes would be the type to constantly change his code but the light turned blissfully green.  

You turned around to see the almost obsessively neat living room. It had a modern feel but it felt only half lived in like Wes hadn’t completely moved in even though he had been living there for over a year now. It looked exactly the same as when you had been there last. The only difference is the lack of pillows and blankets thrown on and over the couches. It was clear that he had done that for your comfort when you had been staying there.  

You stared blankly into the space. Should you call Wes to let him know you have invaded his home? A yawn forced itself from you and your exhaustion came over you in another harsh demanding wave. It had been over a 12-hour flight and you hadn’t been able to sleep at all. Thoughts of calling Wes were easily forgotten with the promise of sleep.  

You walk into his room and are washed in the scent of his cologne and aftershave still barely clinging to the enclosed space. It brought a soft comfort to you. A tease of his embrace. You paused thinking about how awful you must smell and all the germs you had no doubt gotten from the shared space of the airport and then the plane. Your fickle mind had you turning on your heel to the shower turning the water hot.  

As you rinsed off you noticed the only product that Wes had was a 3-in-1 body wash, shampoo, and conditioner. You didn’t even have it in you to care as you scrubbed yourself down with it only unconsciously noticing how awful it made your hair feel. You dried off sparing only the bare minimum amount of time towel-drying your mess of tresses before climbing into his bed. You sank into it with a sigh cocooning yourself in his blankets and before you could think twice you were out like a light. 

Wes entered his apartment quietly. Resetting his alarm before heading to the bedroom. He set his bag down gently as he headed to the bed. He sitting beside you brushing the still damp and tangled tresses off your face. You barely moved still deep in sleep. His eyes analyze you worriedly before leaning down and dropping a soft kiss on your forehead. 

Wes had been gathering his things when his phone had chimed alerting him that someone was at his door. He glanced briefly at his phone thinking it might be a person walking too close to his door or a package arriving he had forgotten he ordered. He had done a double-take when he realized it was you. You hadn’t mentioned anything about stopping by.  

He thought maybe it was a surprise visit. It had been a while since you had seen each other in person. The long flight explained why he couldn’t reach you the last few times he had called. He quickly dismissed that notion. You knew he was still in the Netherlands doing a job and he had given you no idea of when he would be back because he hadn’t known himself. If that wasn’t enough there was your slumped posture, hair thrown haphazardly up in a messy bun with thick chunks of hair escaping, only one carry-on bag thrown over your shoulder. He could feel your exhaustion through the screen, not the excitement you usually had when finally getting to see him again. 

He had watched with growing concern as you just stood at his front door with the key in your hand. You stood that way for so long that he thought his video might have frozen. It stung when he realized it was indecision. He had silently willed you to open the door but still you stood unmoving.  

His stomach clenched with guilt. It was his fault that you were hesitating. You had told him you felt like he had a life he didn’t want you to know. That he always had his walls up. He knew the truth and accepted the burden of trying to fix it. He thought he had been doing a good job and that it wasn’t a big deal.  

Watching you fight with yourself if you were truly welcome in his home or if you would be invading it spoke louder than your words ever could. They cut deeper too. Far past the walls that he had spent his life building. He was just about to call you and tell you to go inside when your head whipped backward clearly startled by something. Then you turned back with purpose and put the key in the lock. It didn’t give him the relief he was hoping for. You hadn’t chosen to go in, you had been pushed too. How long would you have stood there without that nudge? 

The flight home was short but it felt long. His mind was in fix-it mode and whirling with what was the right thing to do when he got home. He wanted to talk to you about your relationship. There was nothing more he wanted than you being around. How deeply he cared for you. He wanted to know what that hesitation meant to you about your relationship because he knew what it meant to him. 

Even though Wes desperately wanted that to be the first thing he did. He knew it wasn’t the right one. He needed to find the underlying cause of what would cause you to spontaneously fly across the country. What had happened? And how did it build up that fast? Hadn’t he just talked to you a few days ago? You had been a little quiet but it had been late your time so he hadn’t thought much of it. Had he missed something so major? How long had whatever it was really been going on? 

Wes tried to suppress his worry not wanting to alert the team that you were there until he knew what was going on. He knew an attempt to run when he saw it, he had done it enough himself. When the group had asked if he wanted to get some drink before they had all returned home, he had feigned tiredness. He had beelined for his home. 

Wes smoothed the blankets over you gently, considering his options. He sighed deeply standing up. You looked vulnerable and small twisted in the blankets and curled up into a ball. You were in a deep sleep. You had barely moved since he had walked in. It wasn’t worth waking you up.   

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TIM & LUCY — THE ROOKIE WES & CAM — FBI: INTERNATIONAL

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Wes is obsessed with touching you.

If you’re sitting on the couch with him, watching movies or TV, he’s right up against you. Arms around your shoulders and torso, practically tugging you into his lap to have you laid back against his chest.

He rests his chin on your head, arms squeezing every so often like he’s checking you’re still there. Fingers tracing over your arms, or linking with yours. He’s so hungry and eager to feel you.

In bed, personal space is not an option (unless you ask). He’s pressed up to your backside, arms around your waist and legs tangled with yours. His face is nuzzled into your neck and he’s mumbling quietly against your skin, talking about work or family.

Sometimes he likes to be the one cuddled. A hard shift, a rough day, he loves to rest his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat, eyes closed as you play with his hair and he melts into you.

When you’re in the kitchen and cooking, he loves to press up behind you and hug you. Chin on your shoulder, watching you prep the veggies as he talks in your ear, fingers messing with your shirt and the waistband of your pants.

Loves to play with your hair! Winding the locks around his fingers, playing with the little hairs at the nape of your neck as you guys talk.