Logan

176. Sit Down

*Jack's POV*

I see Natalie pull into the parking lot and she's holding a huge bag, coffee, and is walking very carefully. The snowy iced walkway would be a hard trek in heels and I noticed she looks lost in thought. I make sure she gets inside and I go back to sitting at my desk.

Five minutes later I see her walk by my room, bags in hand and a coffee.

"You changed," I murmur. Natalie looks up at me, then shyly looks away.

"I couldn't possibly stay in that outfit all day. Not since Bohannon commented on the length of my skirt."

"To hell with him," I joke. She opens the bag without a response and I stand up, then walk over to the chair on the other side of the desk "Sit down," I whisper, walking over to the gigantic glass wall separating the offices. I pull the shade over, and then sit down on the edge of the desk after closing the door. I pull out the extra container I'd had Saul's assistant pick up, then place the bag on her lap.

"What's this?" Natalie asks.

"Yours, open it." I motion for her to open it and hand her silverware and a napkin. She seems confused, and opens the Styrofoam container.

"I don't understand," she says.

"Eat." I sit on the other side of the desk, and open a file to make myself look busy.

"Sir, I already took my lunch break."

"Yes, to attend a ceremony, as well as going all the way to the mall to pick up my shirts. You can't expect me to believe you had time to eat?"

"I mean, yes, it's possible. And I'm fine." She says, looking down at the food, then placing it back on the desk.

"I heard you've been prone to fainting from low blood sugar, we can't have you fainting. It's a big day, your first day." I say.

"Jack, I don't deserve to have two lunch breaks... that's against the rules." Natalie protests.

I look up at her and we stare at each other for a moment, Natalie's quiet rebellion is cute, but I need to be firm. I get up again and walk over to her, then open the container and take a fry out. I hold it to her lips.

"Open," I whisper firmly. She opens her mouth and I slide the fry onto her tongue, we make eye contact as she bites into it and her lip grazes my fingers. My thumb gently moves over her lip.

One more second and I'm going to kiss her.

I realize where I am and so does she. "I've got it," she says, and slightly groans, "Hot."

I stand up straight and try to forget what's happening to my body right now. This shouldn't be happening, so I uncomfortably sit down and fight with myself at the moments I look up to see her eating. When her tongue licks up the sauce on her lip, she moans slightly, pure gratification-something I wish I was giving her. Rules be damned, a large part of me wanted to bend her over this desk and-

"Thank you for this, really," Natalie's dabbing at her lips with a napkin, and she smiles. I see her wipe her hands and she flattens her hands on her dress. If you asked I'm sure she'd say "blue" but it's lapis, beautiful, vibrant. She takes a drink of water and then she stands up.

"Okay, now- I bought you some of this collection," she opens the dress shirt bag and pulls out different shades of blue, maroon and green. Natalie holds up a yellow shirt, more like dandelion.

"I got you this one because I think you'll be able to pull it off," she comes and stands next to me, placing the shirt sleeve on my arm and leaning in to look at me. We look at each other and she mumbles, "If you don't like it, I'll, uh, take it back."

I try to speak but instead I stammer, "I've never been styled so I guess whatever you like is b-best."

My answer seems to surprise her because she's beaming now, "Okay," she's grinning now, "I got you some belt clips too, I don't know if you're a belt clip guy but I saw some and I thought, 'why not' since I think," she stops and flattens the shirt nervously, "you'd look good in them." She sets a few more boxes in front of me, and opens them, "Ties, I got solid ones and patterns," she cleared her throat and I gently took her wrist.

"Hey," I said softly, "I like all of them."

"Okay," she says.

A knock at the door causes me to jump, quickly letting go of Natalie's wrist. Saul walks in and takes a seat at the chair not occupied by my clothes.

"Natalie, good, you're in here. I need a cup of coffee, and maybe one of those dessert things Grace brought in this morning." I can see the slight eye roll as Natalie turns away from him and starts placing the shirts back into the bag.

"Special Agent Medeira, I'll just place these on the coat hanger. Don't forget them when you leave." Natalie says to me, and then disappears from the room.

This is going to be a long assignment.