FBI Perks

Part 6- I don't wait

Talon

Now that the Brian Cantings case was taken care of after two days, I could actually have a normal conversation. When having a case, there's this unspoken rule that you can only focus on the case. No matter what's going on. Which I understand, so I follow that rule to my little heart's content.

I was itching to do something, though, surprising even to me, it wasn't illegal or ended with me being arrested. I leaned lazily on Kinsley's chair and lap.

She looked down at me with a raised eyebrow. "What do you want?"

"No need to be so blunt," I countered. "I need to go get some forms from HR. Do you need anything?" I rested my elbow on her chair's arm rest and laid my head on my fist. I was bored.

She laughed a little bit at me, but in a good way. Whenever I go anywhere, I ask her if she needs anything. "Vending machine usual, please," she told me. I knew exactly what that was, no sarcasm.

I got up from my desk and down the elevator a few floors. HR, Human Resources, took up an entire floor. That was fair. Us agents took up almost the whole building. There was a front desk directly in front of me as soon as I stepped off the elevator. There was a kind looking, blond lady in a striped blue and white blazer and shirt. I assumed she had a pencil skirt that matched, but I only saw her from the waist up since she was sitting behind the desk.

"What can I do for you today?" She asked sweetly. I haven't been to HR in forever. Were they always this nice? I told her what form I needed. She left to search for it, and after a few minutes she returned. "Here you go..." She was asking for my name.

"Special Agent Diala." That was my last name. Talon Diala.

"Here you go Ms.Diala. You'll need to fill that in and bring it back here by the end of the week. If not, then that form will not be legitimate. Have a nice day."

"Thanks. You too."

I walked out of there, but before I got back into the elevator I saw a vending machine at the end of the hall to my left. I went over to it, slid in my card, and put in the numbers for the CheezIts. Once I got those along with the white powdered donuts Felix likes and my favorite vending machine pop tarts, I went back up to the fifth floor.

I handed Kinsley her CheezIts and sat back down at my desk. "Thank you, Tals! I love you," Kins exclaimed as she opened the bag.

I laughed at her being so excited to eat her CheezIts. "No problem. Love you too," I replied sincerely. I really did love her. She's my best friend, and probably the reason I haven't gone to real jail.

With our case done, we were given busy work. Well, not exactly busy work, but it felt like it. We did a report, aka essay, of the Cantings case. That took half an hour. We were then looking over LAPD cases that the police department sent over for some help and commentary. Why anyone would ask for my commentary, I don't know. But we did that for the remainder of our time.

Six hours passed, which included lunch, before I saw Felix again. Yesterday, he said he was too tired to come back to the Bureau, so he went straight home. I saw him this morning, but he had to leave immediately because his team was waiting. I think I actually started to miss him.

I felt someone lean on the back of my chair. Then a pair of lips come down and kiss my forehead. That may have been the first time he's done that, but I already knew it was my new favorite thing about him.

I looked up into his tired blue eyes and smiled. "You're back, alive and well."

"Yep." He eyes caught the powdered donuts on my desk. "That better be for me."

I rolled my eyes. "Of course. You and Kins are the only people I get food for." He snatched the donuts off the desk and began eating them quickly. "Are you breathing?" He was eating those so fast, I could barely process it. He must have been hungry. Once he was done and threw the wrapper and napkins in the trash, I placed a hand on his arm. "Did you eat lunch?"

He sighed, exhausted. "Nope. I really needed those donuts," he responded, patting his stomach.

Kinsley was in the bathroom, so Felix took the opportunity to sit in her chair while she was gone. I rested my chin on my palm as we looked at each other. That's when I remembered about the forms from HR. I needed to ask him about it.

I guess he was surprised my sudden movement, because he flinched. I knew he was hoping I didn't see that, but I did. However, I didn't make fun of him. We had more important matters to attend to.

I pulled the paper out of one of my drawers and handed it to him. He had a confused look on his face as he took them from me. In his defense, I haven't explained to him what the hell those were, and I think he could tell how nervous I was. That's the good and bad thing about being best friends with someone so long. They know exactly what you're feeling and thinking, whether you like it or not.

He read it over, his confused expression had changed into a shy one by the time his eyes reached the end of the page. He looked back at me with an eyebrow raised and a timid smile. "This is an employee relationship form." I nod curtly. He grin grew. "So, you want to be in a relationship?"

"Usually, I would wait for you make the next move before telling you my hopes for us, but I don't wait very well," I explained quickly, hopefully not giving him time to process everything I was saying. "I like you. A lot. And I want to be in a relationship with you. If you just want to be friends, that's fine too. But I would really prefer the relationship option. Also preferably, an exclusive relationship. Okay, your turn."

I motioned for him to speak. He looked like he was caught off guard by my little speech. "That was a lot of words," he chuckled. "Would you like to go on a date with me?" He asked.

I didn't trust myself with words at this point, so I nodded excitedly. Which made him laugh. "But I'm planning it. I don't trust you with something this important yet," he said seriously.

"I don't blame you. I wouldn't trust myself either," I joked. If I had to plan a date, it would be in Athens, Greece. No question. So it was probably best he planned it.

He signed his name onto the form without a second thought and handed it back to me. "Are you free Friday night?"

I nodded. I couldn't believe he actually signed it. Then it was my turn to sign it, and I did, with a heart at the end and everything. "I'll be ready no matter what. What are we doing?"

"Uh, I'll figure it out." I laughed at him. He acted on impulse sometimes. "But even if I did know, I wouldn't tell you because it's a surprise."

"But right now it's because you have no clue what to plan."

"Yes," He stated.

I laughed at him kindly. I slid the paper slowly to him. "Mind turning that in for me?"

"You too lazy to do it yourself?"

"Very."