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An hour passed.

Another 30 minutes passed.

You heard the door open and pointed the gun at the door, afraid someone was here to hurt you. Mr. Gold walked in and closed the door.

"What happened? Are you alright?" you looked at him. His waistcoat was gone, his hair was a bit messy, and his upper left arm was bleeding quite a lot. His tie was also gone, and the two upper buttons of his shirt were open, showing some more of his beautiful tattoos. He looked so damn hot.

"Don't worry, I'm alright. What happened was that a bunch of fuckers thought they could get into The Agency, so we had to prove them wrong" he looked up at you with a tired expression and took a deep breath.

"But your arm? Were you shot?!" you walked over to him and pointed to his arm.

"It's alright" he said, not wanting to cause a stir.

"No, it's not! You need medical assistance, sir!" you said, trying to grab his arm.

"I am very well aware of the state of my arm, thank you very much, Miss" he walked over and grabbed a Diet Coke from the mini fridge.

"You shouldn't be drinking now, go get help!" you ripped the can out of his hands. Fuck, what exactly were you doing, y/n?

"Stop" he looked at you with a tired and serious expression.

"No, I will not stop until you get help!" you tried to push him towards the door, but to no use. He didn't move. He gripped your wrists in a tight grip with one hand and looked you in the eyes.

"Agent L/n, stop!" he said in a harsher tone. He was angry.

"No!" you yelled, you just wanted him to be alright.

"Knock it off or you're fired! I've given you a new chance in life, so don't act silly and miss your only opportunity of getting a better life!" he yelled angrily and took the can out of your hands and placed it on his desk.

You shut up and looked to the ground. You really pissed him off there, huh?

He let go of your wrists and sat down in his chair. You stood still.

"Sit" he said in that bossy voice. He looked out the window and chugged half the can. You sat down and looked at the ground, not wanting him to see how nervous you were. Great job y/n, you pissed him off. Your new boss. And you hadn't even been here for that long.

"Look at me" he ran a hand through his hair and looked at you. You glanced up at him; he seemed very angry. He leaned forward and rested his arms on the desk even though the blood was turning his shirt and upper left arm a deep red colour.

"Did you use the gun?" he asked and made eye contact.

"No, sir, I was alone the entire time" you looked away from him for a split second and took a deep breath.

"Are you alright?" he asked in a softer voice. He was actually worried about you. You looked at him with surprise.

"Yes I- I'm alright. It was just a bit weird to be all alone in your office with your gun and not knowing whether you would be alright. That was probably the hardest part" you told him. He took another sip of his Coke.

"So, the most difficult part about being interrupted by intruders at a place you have never been at before was not knowing whether or not I, your boss, would be fine or get hurt?" he asked you with a confused expression, kind of amused at your remark.

"Y-yes, sir" your eyes travelled to the ground.

"That's sweet of you, l/n" a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. You gave him a small smile.