Lovesick | Natasha Romanoff (GxG)

Part 14; My Part of The Deal

~Y/N's Pov~

As I enter the building with my suspect handcuffed in front of me, there was a bunch of applauds coming from everyone. I took a deep breath in, my eyes scanning around the huge room to the agents and workers clapping and cheering. Normally, catching murderers or saving the day wouldn't earn you a crowd of agents, praising you by clapping. The word got spread like a fire around the organization when boss and I made the deal. I was the most discussed topic this week, some people even betting on me. Some agents thinking I'd fail, some believing I'd keep my job.

My eyes fell on Andrew. He sent me a smile, nodding his head.

An agent quickly took Maverick away from me, so I could finally go talk to John.
Walking up the staircase that overlooks the room, I finally stood in front of my boss. Finally, everyone stopped cheering as they went to do their own work. John leans against the railing.

He smiles charmingly, "Good job, agent. I knew you could do it"

"Thank you, sir." I smile back, "But, if I may ask, why did you make that deal with me, if you knew I'd win the 'bet'?"

"To scare you, agent" He replied sternly, "Don't get me wrong, I had to fire you when I found out you went against orders. But, I didn't want to. So I thought I'd just give you a chance - put your job on the line to get your nerves up." I raise my eyebrows. Basically, all of this was just a game to see if I could play it correctly? "Let's just say my part of the deal was getting pleasure out of scaring you" He quickly steps down next to me, placing his hand on my shoulder, "I'm glad to say you still have a job here" He said before walking away.

I found myself smiling down, feeling proud that I got a compliment from him. I love winning his own games. He's hard to get through, but when you get on his good side, it's the best thing ever.
I went back downstairs to my office. Immediately as I sat down on my chair, I got out my phone. My mind ran hundreds of thoughts at once as my fingers hover above the call button. Maybe I should just text Natasha a 'thank you'. She did help me save my job after all. Intensely, I stare down at my phone as I nibble at my fingers, thinking of what to say.

Someone clears their rough throat not far away from me. A bit startled, I shut off my phone and shoot my head up. I was expected to be greeted by Andrew before my eyes fell on agent Zayne Mackilligan, the agent that took the case.

I raise my eyebrows, surprised he's standing at my office's entrance. It's strange, we never really spoke before, but I do see him staring at me across the room and hallways from time to time. If I can recall, he joined us not so long ago. He's been on the job for about seven (7) weeks now.
I'm not going to lie, he is attractive, but not my type. He has a dirty blonde mullet that's quite messy and fluffy. He's quite tanned that brings out his green eyes. Also, he's around 6 foot and quite muscular.

He flashes me a friendly smile, "What if I told you, I just held back and made you capture Maverick to keep your job?"

"I wouldn't believe you" I chuckle, "Plus, why would you want me to keep my job? You don't even know me."

"Maybe I want you here so that I can see you."

Taken back, I leaned back in my chair in shock. I chuckle awkwardly, scratching the back of my neck as I look down to my desk. Is he flirting with me?

He was fast to reply, "No- I mean... sorry, that just sort of slipped out." As I look up, there was a tint of red forming on his cheeks, a brighter shade of red on mine. He also scratched the back of his neck with an awkward smile.
"I really just wanted to congrats you and ask you out for dinner, tomorrow maybe?" He locks eyes with me, "To celebrate your win of course"

I smiled down to myself, finding it quite amusing and funny. "You know what?" I smile, "Sure"

There was a hint of relief in his eyes as he releases a deep nervous breath. He smiled back at me. "Great, I'll text you the details."

I nod, "You do that"

With a nervous goodbye, he left my office. Funny guy, him.

Going back to when I tried calling Natasha, I decide to just text her.

Me:
Hey, I just wanted to say thank you again. I swear, without your help, I  would've been jobless.
(Sent 6:13 pm)

N.R:
Well, I still need your help with the wedding, then it's fair.
Maybe we can work on it tomorrow?
(Replied 6:26 pm)

Me:
Only if I have time, I'm going out for dinner tomorrow.
(Sent 6:27 pm)

N.R:
No worries, just text me whenever you're available
(Replied 6:28 pm)

I close my phone and start packing up my things.

As I was putting my laptop away, Andrew strolled into my office with a frown. He points behind him where we can see Zayne happily smiling to himself as he walks by.

"What's got him in such a good mood?" Andrew asked curiously, with a strange look.

"Definitely not me, but we are going out for dinner tomorrow to celebrate" I respond with a cheeky smile, crossing my arms as I lean back in my chair.

Andrew suddenly looked at me with a smirk and high lifted eyebrows, "Oh" He grinned, "No wonder he's in such a jolly mood"

I roll my eyes, "Oh stop it"

"Do tell, where are you guys going? If it's somewhere fancy, then you know he likes you."

"I don't know, he'll text me." I said, standing up as I gather my stuff, "After then, I'll text you"

Andrew continued grinning at me as he came closer and took my heavy laptop bag out of my hands. I gave him a quick thanks as I got my other bags and left, walking next to each other.
Andrew congrats me, giving me a speech about my solved case. Although, I didn't do it alone, I took all the credit. I just wish I could tell him Natasha helped me.
We talked and gossiped about random stuff before approaching the under ground parking lot.

He passes me by bag as I open the backseat door, "Seriously, please text me where he's taking you. I know I shouldn't worry, but I barely know the guy. He seems chill though."

"Don't sound so worried, I promise I will." I place my bags inside before turning around to him, "Thank you."

With a small smile plastered on his face, he opens his arms for me. Chuckling, I walk into his warm embrace.

After that, I was on my way home as Andrew waved at me.

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