Mick nodded as she spoke to him, clearly showing how much she understood his issue and at the same time, showing him that it was normal. He turned back and looked at her, studying her profile and the long lines of her body, even when she was seated before he cleared his throat and shrugged, “The good news is everything is clean so I don’t have to worry about picking up for myself that much.” He smirked and tilted his head, trying to lighten the mood, even though he clearly wasn’t in the happiest of moods, “Makes bringing someone home from the bar a little less worrisome.” He nudged her knee with his then shifted in his seat, his arm staying stretched out over the back of the seat but his back now resting on it too. He stared out the front window, watching as they headed back to his place and idly wondered if he had extra clothing that she could borrow if they got too drunk. What she was wearing wouldn’t be hangover friendly.
He made a mental note to check that before they started drinking, or else his pajamas would have to be given to her and he’d be sleeping in his boxers. His eyes narrowed in thought a bit and one side of his lips quirked upward, unless they both were naked, in which case none of it would matter anyway. He reached up with his free hand, scratching the back of his neck and hummed softly, “I uh, hope red wine is okay… I think I have beer and some hard stuff on hand too if it’s not.” He lifted his eyebrows, “I’m not usually supplied for women’s tastes.”
"Oh?" Cameron said, letting her eyes be pulled back to him when he spoke, chuckling softly. "You sure? I can stand in the stairwell while you frantically pick up dirty laundry that you threw all over if needed," she teased, shaking her head when she heard the comment that he made about bringing women home from the bar. She knew first hand just how easy one night stands or casual relationships were compared to letting someone else in, and she definitely couldn’t blame him for any of that either. Cam couldn’t resist rolling her eyes when he bumped his knee against hers, nudging his foot in response.
Her eyes shifted to the driver when he started humming the tune of a familiar song, closing her eyes for a moment as she tried to remember the lyrics before pushing it out of her head and looking back at the man next to her. It wasn’t hard to tell when someone’s mind was in a completely different place, his gaze focused forward before he shifted unexpected and was scratching his neck. Cameron hadn’t realized that she was basically staring until he had moved, and pulled her eyes away to look back out the window when she heard him half-way rambling about what he had to drink back at his apartment. “Eventually you’ll come to the realization that I’m not a typical woman though,” she said, quirking an eyebrow for a split second. “I prefer beer over wine… unless it’s my mother asking, and love the taste of cigarettes but hate the smell. Really though, I’m not picky about alcohol.”
Despite growing up on wine, and having it in various dishes right along with drinking it at various events, Cam had never been a fan of that particular alcoholic drink. She knew in the back of her mind that there was a good chance it had to do with the fact that it was something that sprung out of society events, and that it was the beverage of choice for her mom, but for the most part manners dictated her actions and she wouldn’t say no if someone offered it to her. The reality that she had shared her preference to Mick said a lot about the fact that there was a rather large part of her that was comfortable around him, though she couldn’t entirely explain it if someone had asked. Something about him made her inexplicably comfortable enough to share something that she was fairly certain Derek hadn’t managed to figure out about her in the months they’d seen each other, as had been evident by the fact that he always offered wine, never anything else.
He watched her contemplate for a brief second then climb into the cab, his own breath escaping in a soft sigh of relief. Drinking wine and driving home would never be a good mixture, and even if this wasn’t something that grew into anything serious, he still didn’t want to see any harm or danger come to her. He slid into the cab next to her, calling his address out to the cabby as they started to move and he turned to face her, his one arm stretching out along the top of the back seat, his fingers just barely an inch away from her elbow. He grinned and tilted his head as she piped up softly, while tucking her hand into her long red hair, "So, I feel I should probably ask, do you even have furniture at your house since you’re there so little?" He sighed and glanced up at the ceiling for a moment, trying to think of a way to explain the minimalist decor, but still plush furniture that adorned his apartment.
Red cell employment meant rarely being home and even though he loved his job, he did occasionally grief the fact that he wasn’t home and didn’t often have a life the way he’d once planned on having. He licked his lips then began slowly, a soft chuckle coming out as he began to explain, “Oh yeah, there’s furniture.” He shook his head weakly, “Sometimes I wonder why I even bother having a place though. I’m never here long enough to enjoy it.” He drummed his fingers on the back of the seat and turned to look out the front window. He wondered why he felt so comfortable letting down the shield that was normally up, this happy-go-lucky, out to chase the ladies, kind of shield was normally so permanent but with her, knowing that she was as dedicated to her job as he was and that she would understand how important the job was, he seemed okay letting her in and giving her a chance to see that maybe he was deeper than the stories made him seem.
“‘Cause it’s a place that you can say is home,” she said, shrugging her shoulders for a moment before her eyes landed on him, taking a second to let her eyes memorize his profile. He wasn’t necessarily handsome at the first glance, though his confidence definitely helped with that, but the fact that he had an admittedly frustrating confidence mixed with the fact that he was charming. “I had boxes in my apartment for over a year after I moved in because I couldn’t find enough time to unpack, and just getting a hotel room or sleeping at the office would definitely have been easier, but there’s just something about a place that you can call yours.”
She glanced at the cabbie for a few brief moments before looking back at him and then out the window, letting out a soft sigh. It was a price to pay, something that she wasn’t entirely sure that she would be able to truly understand no matter how long she was a part of the Bureau. Friendships and relationships suffered right along side the fact that basic comforts that other people took for granted… for many people it was a luxury that they weren’t able to afford to have. If she thought that it was little things that mattered like being able to come back to the same surroundings? She would be willing to put money down on the fact that in all likelihood the other teams that were sent outside of Quantico thought that same way as well.
”Why do I get the impression that you saying please isn’t something that happens on a regular basis?” Mick chuckled and shrugged, throwing a few bills on the countertop and smirking at her with playful brown eyes, “Because I’m usually more of a go out and get what I want kind of guy, love.” He eyed her, clearly telling her that there was definitely a good reason for him to be saying please. “Okay, I’ll take you up on that offer. Chinese food, extra cookies, and semi-decent conversation… you’ve got yourself a deal.” He grinned wider, nodding his head toward the door and tucking his hands into his pockets as he pushed away from the bar and began to head out. They could flag down a taxi outside and could go to his place from there. He smiled back at her as they headed out, knowing better than to reach back and try to catch her hand or anything being that she seemed like such an independent, fiercely so, and he knew that overstepping boundaries would only make her push him away.
Or punch him.
Either way, he wasn’t pushing his luck. He reached out in front of them, holding the door for her with a lifted eyebrow and waited. She’d agreed, now it was his turn to try to keep her interested. He wasn’t expecting it to be easy, the feisty ones never were, but he did hope that some of his charm could help make her want to spend more time with him. Maybe dinner tonight, wine, movie, mediocre conversation and some fortune cookies could show her he was more than the reputation he seemed to have acquired.
She wasn’t surprised about the fact that he was someone who went after what he wanted, it was something that the majority of the profiling teams seemed to have in common with each other. Maybe it was a part of the job, maybe it was just a quirky personality trait that they had in common, Cameron wasn’t entirely sure, but she was actually rather appreciative that he wasn’t assuming things. it was a rather nice change compared to what she had been experiencing the past few months. Cameron fished a few bills out of her pocket and set them on the table to pay for the drink she’d had and gave the bartender a smile when he nodded at the pair.
It had taken her a moment to realize that rather than heading to their respective cars, Mick had flagged down a cabbie and was holding the door open to her after she followed him outside of the building. The hesitation of consideration was brief as she tried to decide whether or not she should take her own car before ducking into the car and sliding in, crossing her legs when she had settled into the seat. Realistically, given that the plan was to drink wine, she would end up having to take a cab back home to her apartment. There was a part of Cameron that wondered just how much truth was to the bits and pieces that she’d heard about him, the fact that his team was rarely ever in Quantico for any real length of time said a lot about it, and also said a lot about the fact that a relationship wasn’t feasible for him. It was something that she herself did manage to understand; the weird hours and the constant being on call made it difficult to develop anything of real substance with another person.
"So, I feel I should probably ask," Cameron said, turning so her body was angled towards him, one of her hands in her hair as she let it lean against the top of the seat, her lips curving into a smile. "Do you even have furniture at your house since you’re there so little?"
“I’m not much of a threat to you outside of the chance of taking your ego down a notch or two. You sure that you can handle that?” He chuckled and shifted his body, turning his back to recline against the bar, beer bottle dangling from his fingers as he looked out at the crowd around them with sharp eyes, “Love, if I can handle working for a red cell, I think I can handle a little woman trying to knock me down a few pegs.” He smirked and took a sip of beer, his eyebrows lifting as he looked around at the surroundings, full of life but still dull compared to the clearly lively ginger next to him, “I don’t want to be forward,” yes, I do, “But I didn’t come home to spend all my free time in the bar. I can’t remember the last time I ordered Chinese in and just relaxed on my sofa.” He nodded toward the door, “What do you say we get out of here and skip all this bullshit? We can talk just the same back at my place, plus get some great Chinese food out of it too.”
His lips quirked up and he finished his beer, setting it down on the bar with a dull thud as he rested his elbows on the bar and crossed his legs out in front of him, elongating himself and allowing her to think it over. Free food, drinks, a likely movie being put on; how could she say no? He chuckled then glanced at her with a playful grin, “I’ll even get extra fortune cookies if it’ll sweeten the deal.” He had a girlfriend once who would only ever say yes to things if he bought her a cookie to go with it, Mick assumed that this woman, a similar feisty FBI agent, might be the same way. “Do I have to say please or can we just head out?”
"Oh, I wouldn’t worry too much, I’m just a bit worse than one of your red cells would be," Cameron said, taking another sip of the drink that she held, closing her eyes for a moment as the cool liquid slid down her throat. That was really something that she needed after the past few weeks, the frustration and irritation that she’d felt as of late on top of the general stress the job always brought. “That depends, how good is their mar far chicken? Because the bullshit I could do without most definitely, but the mar far would definitely be a pretty big part of the decision process. And if that sucked? Well… I can probably get horrible food at the diner down the street, decent company too,” Cam finished, biting her lip for a moment as she pretended to consider, tilting her head to the side.
She wasn’t going to pretend that she shifted in her seat slightly when he moved, wanting to tuck one of her legs underneath her for comfort’s sake before remembering that they were sitting on barstools that didn’t offer that as an option. The offer for dinner, though, had surprised her slightly and she could feel herself grin unwittingly at the mention of extra fortune and sitting a little straighter. Okay, like that wasn’t an entirely ridiculous tell. Cameron gnawed on her lip for a moment and really took a moment to consider whether or not to just leave this conversation solely at the bar, or shift into a situation where both of them would undoubtedly be a bit more relaxed before she spoke. ”Why do I get the impression that you saying please isn’t something that happens on a regular basis?” Cameron said, her lips quirking up into a smile for a split second before nodding her head. “Okay, I’ll take you up on that offer. Chinese food, extra cookies, and semi-decent conversation… you’ve got yourself a deal.”
Actually, I graduated high school first in my class and got into Yale with a full scholarship. I majored in criminal justice and minored in psychology. I also took several courses in women’s studies and anatomy just because I was interested in the topics. So I think it’d be best if you left me alone because you have know idea who you’re messing with.
Hey, another Yale girl! -smiles-
You know, I just happen to have red wine and there’s a great Chinese place down the street from me. If it’ll sweeten the deal, I’ll even get extra fortune cookies…
What are the odds that an offer of wine and some carry-out at my place would get you to come over and let me find out, love?
If you can make it red wine and Chinese take-out? I think that would increase your chances to somewhere around…. 90% good that I would be willing to.
It really flatters you. I wonder, does the picture do it justice? Or is it better seen in person?
-chuckles- Depends on ones preference. Personally, however, I do think that it’s more flattering in person.
You know, red is really your color, love.
You know, so I have heard. -chuckles- I’m rather fond of it myself really. Must have something to do with the hair color.
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