Kalopsia | s. mcgarrett

8| Human Behavior

Bella's P.O.V.

Throughout the duration of our game on the pool table, Sean Hayes has been nothing less of a flirt. And everyone on the other side of my comm - the Five-0 task force and my team - had been grumbling annoyingly about how this wasn't worth it. I knew they all meant well, but I was just doing my job.

"So, where do you work?" Sean asked, as he took a much need gulp from the refreshing glass of scotch. I eyed the drink choice with wariness, "You know the firm downtown?" I titled my head. "Peterson and Associates?", "Yeah, that one. I'm an assistant for one of the senior associates"

He raised his eyebrows, "Seems like a handful." I laughed, my eyes crinkling at the sides. "But you seem to enjoy it, huh." I nodded, "I like to add a dash of pleasure to business."

The was a pregnant pause after my statement, his eyes roaming over my body with clouded look in his pupils. "Can you do me a favor?" He asked, small footsteps helping him advance towards me. I looked up, his towering figure a huge difference to my own short one. "Depends on the favor." I could see the conflict swirling in his eyes.

He chuckled, in an attempt to what I presume to relieve the tension building up. "I need a file." I smirked accussinly at the SEAL, placing my hands on my hips, "Oh, really? And what do I get in return?"

Sean Hayes titled his head, eyes boring into mine. "Whatever you want."

I chuckled, bending and aiming at a ball, that entered the target. I smiled in triumph. "Okay, but file on who?" He chuckled as he also bent over and shot at another ball, not making the target.

"You want me to tell you now?" He asked, and I nodded eagerly. "What makes me sure that you won't tell anyone about what I've asked for you to do?"

I smiled at him seductively, making my way towards him as he stood straighter. "I don't know..." Running my hands up his shirt, I held his chin and forced him to keep his eyes on mine. "Maybe I'm good at keeping secrets."

The sticks used in the game were taking away from where we held them, and his hands landed on my hips, pulling me towrads him. "As I said before, you're a feisty one." Suddenly, he pulled away from the close proximity we were at and pulled me along him to the backdoor of the quiant bar.

The sounds of screaming and music were muffled but the metal door as it shut. The warm, humid air of Hawaii hit me, my senses filled with the smell of the beach and the sounds of the waves crashing nearby.

Smirking at Hayes, I pushed him against the brick wall of the alleyway behind the bar, my plump lips landing on his imediatly. My hands made their way towards his ear-length, black hair. He tasted like bitter whiskey and mint, the mixture a bittersweet taste on my tongue.

His hands landed on hips, pulling me flush against him. I could hear static in my ear as someone on the comm line decided to speak.

"Is she seriously making out with him? That's disgusting."

"Shut up, Steve. It's for your sake, anyways." Danny retorted back at the Commander's remark, and no replied sounded through the comm.

Slowly, but surely, I could feel Hayes' grip on me loosen. The kissing became less rough, and the hand that ran through my black locks left my hair and fell beside Hayes. He suddenly fell ontop of me, unconcious.

I grunted, and placed my hand to initiate my comm. "Matt, I kinda need your help here."

Matt replied, as I heard the sound of tires screeching not far away. "I'm on my way."