NCIS: Arendale

Chapter 3

*Elsas POV*

The next day, Jack is the first to greet me out front. "Good morning miss Arens. How are you?"

"Fine. What's wrong with you?"

"Come with me to get coffee?" He asks, I'm hesitant.

"Sure.." We start walking. There's silence for a few moments before Jack speaks.

"I want to apologize for trying to know all your secrets at one time. You have your reasons, and I will respect that."

"Thank you Jack. That means a lot to me. It says a lot about your character."

"Like what?"

"That when you're in the wrong, you're willing to admit it." He smiles.

"Well I'm glad that I seem like a good person. Because I am."

"What makes you such a good person?"

"I'm honest, love to have fun, good sense of humor and..I hate to see others upset, everyone deserves to be happy."

I smile, feeling my cheeks start to turn pink. "So," I start, changing the subject. "What do you usually do here?"

"I bring up information about anything we need to know. Most of the time I interrogate, or go out to look for suspects."

"Do you usually have send any boring e-mails?"

"Nah.." he smiles. "Only when the director, or boss, needs one."

"What are they usually about?"

"Most of the time, it's about a case or a reference for someone to become an agent. How come I had never seen you till the other night at the party?"

"I worked for my family business remember. Still work for actually. I can't leave it."

"Why not?"

"It's a major responsibility. The job I have. I can't retire until I feel ready too. Then my sister will take over for me."

"Is this job a dynasty?"

"Majorly. We've been it for...generations." I say not wanting to give away too much.

"Has anyone in your family ever done anything else?"

I smile. "No..never. It has always been, the next person taking over. No one leaves the business..until they retire of course."

"Wow. You never wanted to do anything else."

"No, I was raised for it my entire life. Besides, I love what I do. It's a head ache, but worth it." Jack smiles as he stirs in sugar to his coffee.

"Oh yeah. Do you see it?"

"Everyday. What's the best part of your job?"

"To put it simply. Putting away the bad guys." I laugh at his tv answer.

"No seriously, being a cop, federal agent... The ability to put away people who would do people harm is the best thing. Even though one officer couldn't go home to his family, with one more criminal off the streets, another naval man gets to go home."

Hesitantly, I take a hold of his hand. He holds on to mine. "I'm glad that you took the job. Letting another daughter, son, see their mom or dad."

He squeezes my hand. I smile at him. "Come on, we need to get going." I let go of his hand, standing up.

Already I miss the feel of his touch. What am I thinking? My hand was cold, obviously he was warmer.

I try to ignore the warm feeling I have in my hand, by putting it in my pocket. "We should get coffee together more often."