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cold shoulder [ ❥ ]

You knew you'd set yourself up for failure by being late to training this morning, especially considering you'd no good excuse to tell Hondo when you finally rocked up at half past the hour. Mistakenly, you figured your team leader you be feeling gracious enough to leave you off with a stern look and warning, but luck was not on your side.

And evidently neither was the weather as you stand shivering on the sidewalk, glancing irately at your watch every few seconds. The cool September breeze, though a nice break from the brutal LA summer heat, slips down the collar of your shirt and has you gritting your teeth as you pray the target shows up soon so you can retreat back to the warmth of your truck and be done with all this.

Your partner in the situation isn't exactly much help. As much pleasure as he'd taken in not being the one Hondo was chewing out over an infraction, Street had been even happier to watch your face fall unhappily when your boss demoted you from your comfy surveillance van position to undercover work for the day.

While Tan was now sitting pretty watching spot monitors a few blocks away with Deacon, you'd been made to assume his and Street's shared cover as two dealers looking to score some new party drugs to distribute amongst new clientele. Given the last-minute nature of your reassignment, you hadn't quite had time to dress appropriately - which is what lead to you shivering with the cold in your t-shirt and jeans, while Street was more than content to wait things out in his comfy flannel and thick leather jacket.

He's noticed your discomfort. You could feel his deep eyes flitting up and down your form from where he leans against the low wall of the dilapidated house behind you, and after a few seconds he breaks the eery night silence.

"C'mere." He beckons you forward, before becoming exasperated with your untrusting expression. "Come on, it's not like I can make things worse."

"Wouldn't put it past you." Comes your grumbled reply. He just shakes his head at you, and holds his hand out for you to take.

You're not entirely sure what he's about to do when you take his hand, but he's not long about doing it. He pulls you forward slightly, grinning when you stumble a little, and holds your hand in his as he ticks his hand back inside the pocket of his jacket. He squeezes your hand a little as you shift next to him, leaning into him as you try desperately to keep your eyes and mind focused on the target while Street makes it increasingly difficult for you.

"How's that?" He asks quietly, rubbing his thumb back and forth across your knuckles in a soothing manner.

"S'okay." You hum under your breath, hoping that the dim light surrounding you is enough to cover up the heat rising steadily to your face.