Being Omega

Growing Frustration

"Hey Anderson, where's Connor?" Reed asked a couple of days later as he looked idly around the bullpen as he strolled to his desk. It was unusual for Hank to be hanging around without Connor more or less plastered to his side like an overeager puppy. Hank looked up from his terminal, only now noticing that Reed had arrived. He was quite used to Reed's bittersweet omega scent these days, so he didn't really think about his coming and going. It all just filtered in like white noise. It didn't even disturb his alpha's snooze. Reed was the same with most of the alpha officers in the station. Being the newest staff member, he noticed Nines' scent more than anyone else's. He was somewhere in the building, but not around the bullpen. The barest hint of sawn metal just teased the edge of his senses. He felt his omega perk up with interest, seeking Nines' alpha.

"Hm? Oh, he went for that fancy upgrade thing today," Hank replied offhandedly, scoffing slightly at the whole thing. Androids with secondary genders. What next? Was what Reed got from the look on his face. He shrugged in vague acknowledgement and flopped down at his desk. He pulled a file across and flipped it open. It was for the Armani case. No news from forensics yet, but it's not like they didn't have anything else to work on. Reed leaned back, resting his feet on the edge of his desk idly and tapping his foot. His eyes strayed to Nines' empty desk, his stomach doing strange flips at the reminder. He could feel his omega curled around him, relaxed but alert as its ears twitched. He felt it pawing him. He clicked his tongue, ignoring the file he'd just flipped open. Really? Right now?

He closed his eyes with a sigh and breathed in slowly, checking out the area. Hank's deep whiskey scent was the strongest. Peterson's subtle but sharp spicy scent was close by, too, and Tina's burnt sherry scent drifted in from the break room. He didn't focus too much on the surrounding betas. He was too busy feeling out the alphas. Fowler's smoky scent was hidden away in his office. There...He caught the scent he was looking for. Sawn metal and gunpowder. He trapped a small hum in his throat as prickles ran down his neck and his omega purred. Nines was nearby. Somewhere near the evidence room. Coming this way. He opened his dirty green eyes and returned his attention to the file on his desk.

"Do you have to be so infantile?" Nines bit out impatiently, barely missing a beat as he knocked Reed's feet from the desk. Reed fell forward, barely catching himself before his chest hit the desk. Even his omega was surprised by the act. "This is your place of employment, not your home," Nines chided as he sat down across from him. Reed glanced across to Hank, raising a questioning eyebrow as he nodded towards Nines. Hank shrugged. He had no idea what had set him off. Reed said nothing as he crossed his legs and leaned back once more.

"A delight as always," he muttered sarcastically, looking up as he felt Nines' icy gaze on him. He was about to respond when he scented it. An alpha. One of his regulars. He could feel his omega's ears pricking with interest. Nines clicked his tongue as Reed turned his head expectantly and looked across the bullpen to where the uniformed officer had just walked in. The blonde was cocky, like Reed. He stood with one hip jutting out, a hand resting on his belt, just waiting for Reed to pick out his scent. The man smelled like petrol, and it got Reed every time. He was just about to get up when a strong wave of gunpowder caressed his cheek and turned his head almost seductively. His omega shifted focus instantly, chasing the affection and nuzzling into Nines' alpha. Phcking traitor...Reed closed his eyes a moment to suppress the shudder of want.

"Isn't it time you got some work done?" Nines asked accusingly, though his voice still soothed like silk. Reed sighed in response. Cock-blocking prick, he thought resentfully, shooting Nines a glare as he turned on his terminal and rolled forward. He couldn't exactly argue with that. As far as Nines was concerned he'd arrived, sat down, and done nothing. Not a lie either...Reed grinned as he heard a familiar set of steady steps over his shoulder. He bit his lip as a hand gripped the back of his neck teasingly, setting his omega purring in wanton submission. Reynolds squeezed and teased the area, showing his dominance in the most alluring way. Reed's body wanted to submit, his head dropping and his chest easing lower towards his desk.