Instant Connection

8

"What are we going to do now?" I ask.

Johnny lets out a chuckle, rubbing his face, "I have no idea."

I sigh, getting up and grabbing my clothes.

"Hey. Yo, yo, yo. Where're you going?"

"To take a shower, wanna join?" I smirk.

"Don't gotta ask me twice." he says all smug, getting out of the bed. We gather some clothes before meeting up in the bathroom.

We spent the whole day together, just laughing and talking about things we never have before. It was the best day I've had in a long time.

Paige had sent word to the DEA about a sub that is coming that is smuggling drugs. Mike had got the tip from taking a peak at Bello's calendar. The submarine comes to shore surrounded by DEA agents on boats.

"And of course it's one of my cousins. All right, I better get on board and secure the evidence 'cause this is my bust." Johnny says, as we all start walking to the dock.

"And we did all the heavy lifting. No way I'm giving the bureau credit for this one." Paige's supervisor tells Johnny.

"Come on. We gave you the tip-off."

"Sir, the Caza cartel have a nasty habit of leaving bombs behind." Paige comments.

"I've seen my fair share of IEDs. And I do have a good eye for..." he trails, turning around looking at my chest.

"Booby traps? Yeah, so I think it's a great idea that Tuturro goes on instead of one of our guys." Paige comments, sending me a smirk.

"Can't argue with that." her supervisor agrees.

"Next time you say 'booby traps', try keeping eye contact." I whisper to Johnny.

"You know I'm just kidding, babe." he smirks.

"Think you're cute, don't you?"

"Oh, I know I am."

"Let's see how you feel after getting into that rank smelling sub." I pat his shoulder.

The suspect was now standing on top of the submarine with his hands in the air.

"What's up, player? Lost, bro?" Johnny jokes.

We get the man off the submarine and another pops out of the top, raising his hands up. Once the man is off and in cuffs, Johnny takes off his body gear and places his ear piece in.

"Test it." I tell him, leaning over the DEA's tech team.

"You wanna ride the yellow submarine, Stella?" he jokes.

"Hilarious."

"All clear." the tech nods.

"Be careful, Johnny." I say.

"Always, babe." he winks before climbing onto the sub.

"So, what happened with you two?" Paige smirks, nudging my side.

"Too much to share in front of everyone." I whisper.

We walk over to the ledge where the sub is docked.

"Hey, Johnny. How's it going?" Paige asks over the radio.

"There's definitely been two dudes living down here for a while. I need to come up for some air." he pops out of the top, "Oh, my god, it stinks down there. Ugh, talk about a yellow submarine."

"Not so cocky now, huh?" I smirk, squatting down.

"What'd you find?" Paige asks.

"Not a damn thing."