Fake AH Crew Oneshots

One-shot #7

Lindsay had been waiting for hours for Michael to return to the apartment. There weren't any heists or setup's happening, just her husband hanging out with his counterpart: Gavin.

She paced, her heels clicking against the hard wood floors, increasing in speed as the clock neared nine. Her phone buzzed on the coffee table, the name of the restaurant she had booked flashing on the screen. Lindsay sighed, ending the call before it finished ringing, not wanting to explain for the third time why they were late.

After another half hour of marching throughout the apartment, she finally collapsed on the lounge, her red dress falling limp to her sides. If only this was the first time this had happened. It's not that she was mad because he was late, she knew the life they chose all those years ago and how that would impact them as a couple. No, she was mad because instead of being here with her, he was with his British companion, probably blowing someones house up for fun.

As the time ticked over to ten, she pulled the pins out of her and let the soft red curls surround her face.

"May as well go change," she muttered and took of towards their bedroom to put on some more comfortable swear pants and tank. "It's not like I planned this whole night out perfectly for the first time and literally only needed him to show up to make it complete. Not at all." The sarcasm in her voice was harsh but she just kept rambling to herself, trying to keep the anger down.

As she went to pull the dress off, she heard a hard tap on their window. Their window. On the top floor of the sky scraper.

Curiously, she pulled back the light blue curtains and saw a mop of curls and freckled face grinning back at her. Instead of wearing the scorched clothing as she thought, he was completely decked out in a tuxedo, bow tie and all, holding a bundle of red roses in front of him. Lindsay rolled her eyes but couldn't help the infectious smile that spread across her painted lips.

Looking above Michael, she saw the rope tied around his waist and the hovering luxary chopper being piloted by Jack way above their building. Her grin began to falter as she realised how fucking dangerous what he was doing actually is but was reluctantly charmed regardless.

Michael made a phone symbol with his fingers and pointed to her. With a quick nod, Lindsay dashed back to the living room and picked up her vibrating phone, swiping to answer on Jack's happy face.

"Hey Lindsay," was all she heard before the roar of the blades cut out any other sound besides a few vowels she heard here and there. She walked back into the room where Michael waited and noticed he had accidentally dropped the roses to the street countless metres below. He looked back up at her and shrugged in apology and a silent giggle escaped her.

"Hey Jack, I'm just going to go down, would that work?" She yelled into the microphone and looked back up at the bearded man. He saw her face and gave her the thumbs up, signalling he understood.

Lindsay waved a quick goodbye to Michael and took off towards the elevator, eager to finally understand what was happening.

On the way down, she re-pinned her hair and made sure she didn't mess with he makeup in her frustration. She didn't know where she was going, but she wanted to be ready.

As the doors opened with a ding, she was immediately met with Gavin, who looked rather confused and was grasping a collection of stems that a few red petals clung onto.

"Hi, I think these were yours?" He thrust the flowers at her in an eager attempt to be rid of them. "Yeah, they fell on me from way up high, I dropped my coffee because if it!" His voice rose as he spoke and Lindsay just rolled her eyes and gently took the 'flowers' from the disgruntled man.

"Thanks Gavin, I owe you one!" She called as she gave him a quick hug and ran towards the front exit. A quiet goodbye was heard as the doors swung shut behind her and a helicopter lay waiting in the centre of the road. Cars were beeping madly at it, trying to be rid of the disruption but also cautiously avoiding the blades. Michael slid open the side door and gestured for his wife to join him, which she did with no hesitation.

The wind pulled her hair out again, something she groaned at in annoyance, but other than that she managed to get in mark-free.

The inside was extremely nice, gold lining on the walls, white leather seats and a small bar filled with expensive liquor. It was a lot quieter on the inside and after the door was closed and they had regained their position in the sky, it was surprisingly peaceful.

The clink of their glasses bumping together and the cool drink sliding down her throat almost washed away her anger. Almost.

"Dude, what the fuck? I was waiting for hours!"

Michael looked honestly shocked at her anger and leaned slightly away from her. "Calm down," he said softly and slightly defensively. "I organised all this."

Lindsay and began to yell. "But I organised an entire dinner date, everything was though out and perfect!"

"Yeah, but-"

"Wait," She cut him off, beginning to figure things out. "Were you trying to one-up me on date night?"

Michael's lack of answer and sheepish look was all the confirmation she needed. She finished the rest of her drink in one swallow and crossed her arms.

"It better be good," she muttered as the helicopter began to gain speed. The familiar shit-eating grin once again enveloped her husband.

"Trust me, it will."