Newt/Thomas Sangster One Shots (warning: smut)

One shot #35 (part 3) - Lt. Sangster

Going into work the next morning had me feeling nervous. I knew I would find it hard to act normal now that I had even some basic attraction towards him, especially if he had decided to start being nicer. For once, I actually wanted him to be an asshole. It sure has hell would make things easier 

On my way in, I bumped into Daniels on his way from the evidence locker. I decided I would thank him for arranging my ride home.

"Hey, Captian," I waved, jogging to catch up with him.

"Anderson," He addressed me, continuing purposefully on his course back to the main office.

"I just wanted to say thanks for asking Lieutenant take me home, those taxi fares really add up."

"...come again?" He questioned, slowing to a stop and meeting my eyes.

"You...asked Lieutenant to take me home. Right?"

"I didn't ask him to do anything, Anderson." Daniels stated, a sightly amused look on his face, arms crossed. My stomach dropped. He lied?

"Oh," I snapped out of my confusion, "he...I must be mistaken, then."

"I'll keep this to myself, don't worry," He chuckled before resuming his path back to the office, "I told you he has a good heart, didn't I?"

Lieutenant lied? Why would he do that? Maybe he was just too proud to admit that he needed to get me alone so he could apologise.

That's actually kinda...sweet.

I shook my head, trying to dismember those thoughts, remembering I had somewhere to be.

"Morning," he said, not looking up from his monitor.
"Hi," I replied, still processing this new information.
"There's been another homicide downtown," he said, taking a bite from his bagel, "I can go on my own if you want,"

"No, no. I'll come." I reassured. Something resembling concern stirred within his gaze, likely in consideration of what had happened just a few days prior..

Stop being nice to me. You're not helping my situation.

"What do they think happened?" I questioned.
"...a homicide." He restated. I looked up at him, expecting to see his usual displeased expression, intent on making me feel dumb - but instead, a taunting smile played on his lips. Was he being... lighthearted?

I rolled my eyes, trying to fight back a smile.

"Victim was stabbed to death in his own home," he started, breaking eye contact, "eighteen times."
"Wow," I sighed.
"We'll leave in a minute. I just need to finish my breakfast." He said, stuffing his mouth with the rest of his bagel. I snorted, shaking my head at him.
"How charming." I said sarcastically before my rationality was able to able to stop it.
"I know." He muffled, grabbing his coat.

what if he thinks you're flirting with him?

I followed him back out of the precinct. I liked the flirting - or whatever it was - but I knew I wasn't helping myself.

"Do they have any idea who the suspect could be?" I questioned, trying to take my mind off it.

"Well...there's talk that the suspect may have been a sex worker. No one knows for sure," he continued, "Thats what we're here for though, isn't it?"
"I suppose." I sighed.

Within a minute we were at the scene. It was a fancy house - large front yard, gates, a long driveway.
"Nice neighbourhood," Thomas commented, shutting off the car.
"Shame it's now tied to a murder house," I replied, getting out of the car and shutting the door. He hummed in agreement.