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Valentine's Day- Couple One

AU found on Pinterest, Three Elements #2- A taxi cab, an old enemy, and Valentine's Day

Who- Sima/ Wyatt

Where- Downtown Seattle

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I rushed down the crowded streets of Seattle, pushing past people and keeping my red gown from ripping more than it already was. The silver heels, I'd long since ditched. It would be too hard to run from Damien in the shoes.

In my panic, I noticed a few taxi cabs driving around on the street next to me. While I hesitated to decide, I heard a very broad voice yell "Sima!"

I turned to see Damien jogging towards me, his black dress shirt rumpled and his red tie loose around his neck. His green eyes were wild, worried, and the bleary gaze met mine. "Sima, wait!"

My hesitation was over. I continued to search the streets for a taxi cab, waving my hand wildly. More taxi cabs passed and Damien got closer. I waved my hand more frantically the closer he got until a yellow cab stopped right next to me. With one last look at Damien, who called "Sima, don't do it," I opened the heavy door and stepped in, slamming it behind me. I barely waited before asking the driver "How much to take me to Sultan?"

"For you, beautiful?" The familiar voice chuckled. "This ride is free of charge. But you don't get to decide the destination."

I paused and looked up to the rearview mirror, meeting stark blue eyes that were shaded by shaggy blond hair. My heart stopped and my throat seized up, but I managed to push out, "Wyatt?"

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We were quick to move away from the sidewalk and despite the light click of the locks earlier, I found myself attempting miserably to push the door open. I continued the agitated assault until Wyatt's easy laugh filled the taxi. "Why are you trying to run, Si? You usually enjoy my company."

"That was a long time ago," I pouted, leaning back into my seat with my arms folded across my chest.

He nodded in what seemed to be understanding. "It was a long time ago," he agreed, "In fact, I believe it was five years ago when you told me you loved me." My cheeks flushed as I tried to play it cool by raising a brow with a pointed look at him. He smiled at me as he continued. "Yup. It was actually on a night like this: Valentine's Day, anyway. You were thirteen, and I was dropping you off at your house after a very successful day, if I may say so."

I vaguely remembered, it was a night when we had infiltrated a target's romantic evening with his wife in order to plant a tracker onto his cell phone. "You told me that the couple seemed very nice," Wyatt interrupted my thoughts, "And asked why that was. I had to explain to you that they were in love, when-"

"Two people care about each other no matter what, I remember," I mumbled.

"Exactly," Wyatt mused. "You asked me if I cared about you a lot, which of course I did. When I asked the same, you had the cutest blush on your face and said 'I think I love you, Wy,'" he told me with a very close imitation to how I had sounded that night. That memory was so prominent in my mind.

"I was young and didn't know anything about love, Wy," I said quietly. "I said a lot of stupid things when I was young." The rest of the drive was quiet until we got to a warehouse. Wyatt parked and turned the car off. We sat in silence for a few minutes until a light came from one of the warehouses. Wyatt got out of the car, opening the door for me. As I stepped out, he asked, "Do you still care about me, Sima?"

I took a long look in those bright eyes before I shook my head. "No, Wyatt. I don't." And I let him lead me into whatever awaited me in the warehouse.