Matthew Gray Gubler One Shots and Scenarios

Give Me a Sign - Part 3 (Finale)

3.

A few drinks and a couple of hours passed and before anyone had time to fully realise what was happening they were spilling out into the cold night air. Y/BFF stopped just as they reached the taxi rank and pulled Y/N aside to talk to her.

"Is it OK if we leave you here? I want to spend some more time with Y/M/BFF before he leaves tomorrow."

Y/N gave her blessings. "I'll see you back at home."

They hugged then returned to their dates. Y/M/BFF had already made Matthew aware of the situation.

Y/M/BFF directed his speech at Y/N. "Matthew's going to share a cab back with you – if that's OK with you?"

She nodded. She really didn't see any problem with it at all.

He gave them both separate hugs, bounding over to the cab that Y/BFF had waiting for them.

"Looks like it's just the two of us." Matthew noted. "Are you sure you're OK with sharing a cab?"

She nodded again, noting that she needed to find a new way of communicating with him. They hadn't stopped to pick up anymore napkins on the way out and it was going to be one awkward ride if all she could do was gesture for yes or no. She also didn't want to weird him out by staring at him the entire way back to hers in an attempt to show she was aware of when he was speaking. Then she had a brain wave. She took out her phone. She flipped it to the memo pad and typed in a message. She tilted the screen at him and he flashed his teeth at her. He liked her quick thinking.

I'd really like to finish our conversation.

A taxi pulled up catching them off-guard. They broke from the phone and climbed into the back of it.

The driver spoke into his rear view mirror, "Where to?"

He suddenly realised he had no clue where Y/N lived and she clearly hadn't heard the driver ask. She looked at him questioningly; she could tell something had happened.

"Hang on a sec," he spoke back to the driver.

Y/N couldn't tell what he was saying. His face was too far from hers and facing a different way to her.

He looked her in the eyes. "I need your address."

"Oh." She formed an o shape with her mouth. She tapped the screen of the phone still placed in her hand and began to type.

"Is she deaf or something?" The driver's tone was less than welcoming and a bit too sarcastic for Matthew's liking.

"Yes, actually." He bitterly replied but quickly changed his demeanour when he noticed Y/N was staring at him, mouth slightly open. He could tell that she just felt something was wrong. He gave her a "don't worry about it" look and relayed her address to the driver. He felt her put her hand on his forearm and squeeze it in a way that let him know that she wasn't going to drop it. He decided to type her message instead. He could still feel the driver's stare boring into his skull via the rear view mirror.

There's nothing to worry about. I've sorted it out.

A thought hit her. She keyed in a reply. Was he being rude?

He sighed and in that moment she just knew.

Her eyes dropped to her hands. She was used to this kind of interaction between people she was with and complete strangers. It happened more regularly than she ever wanted to admit.

Matthew took her right hand in his and squeezed it tightly. She rested her head on his shoulder. She suddenly wasn't in the mood for talking. He placed his chin on top of her head. They didn't need to communicate this time to convey that they both understood each other loud and clear. They somehow knew what the other was thinking and that was enough. They may not have known each other that long but they both felt comfortable enough in each other's presence to speak only through body language.

They spent the next twenty-odd minutes in silence – a silence that was only broken when the taxi stopped and Y/N reached into her bag to take out a few notes. Matthew stopped her, conveying through a shy stop sign with his hand that she wasn't to take any more out and to put what she had taken out back. She gave him a slight frustrated sigh but smiled gratefully at him instead.

She raised her hand to her mouth and then down again in a gentle swatting motion. "Thank you."

She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his cheek, stopping to give him one last smile before she got out of the cab. He watched her walk off, making sure she got to her door safely.

"Where to next?"

The driver cut off his train of thought and brought him back to reality.

"Stay put. I'll be back in a minute."

The driver rolled his eyes and sighed. "As if I'm going to go anywhere when you haven't paid for your fare yet. You have five minutes before I charge you double for wasting my time."

Matthew glared at him through the mirror, replying sarcastically. "Many thanks. Much appreciated." He let himself out of the back of the vehicle and made his way towards her. She was rattling in her bag for her keys. She jumped when she felt his presence behind her. She turned to defend herself but relented when she realised who it was.

"Sorry! It's just me."

Her eyes twinkled, half wondering what he was doing and half elated that he had followed her.

He pointed towards the phone still in her hand. She furrowed her brow but handed it to him anyway. He scrolled to her contact list and input his details. He showed her, allowing for her to accept or deny his request. She nodded and he saved his information, pressing the phone back into her hand. The taxi's horn beeped in the distance but she was unfazed. The vibrations couldn't reach that far. He leaned forward cupping her face in his hands and kissed her ever so sweetly. He mouthed a "goodnight" as he fled down the stairs to the waiting car. She waved him off, partially in shock. Her hands shook as she fumbled to put her key in the lock. No one had even made her feel this way before. When she was safely inside, the door firmly locked behind, she leaned her forehead against it for a few seconds then spun on her heels so that her back was touching it. She touched her fingertips to her lips in disbelief. She could still feel a trace of his soft lips against hers, making her glad that she had agreed to the blind date in the first place. Her phone lit up in her hand, alerting her of a new message from Y/BFF. She stared down at her phone, unsure of what to do. She switched to her messages and began to fill out a blank one instead of replying. When the time came to choose which contact to send it to, she searched for the newly installed ID and clicked send. She gave a gleeful shriek when, not even a minute later, her phone lit up again. This time with a response from Matthew. She fell against the door. She was glad. Very glad indeed.