A Collection of Imagines

John

Such an Asshole 

The metal doors of the elevator open to reveal the same bland hallway that I walk into everyday. Clicking of heels and stomping of feet bounce off of the walls, demanding me to fully wake up as if the coffee that is already present in my hand is not good enough. I walk down the hallway towards my division's office when I spot three men walking up to the door. The tall one opens the door for the rest of them. As they walk in, the man reveals his face to me. I smile at him as we make eye contact and speed up towards the door. 

She picks up her pace towards me as I hold open the door for her. I dip my head down to almost touch my lips to her ear as she passes, "Good morning." 

"Good morning, Dr. Ryan." I giggle as I feel his body close to me. I walk into the standard office room, towards my cubicle, but something almost obstructs me from doing so. 

"So, how was your night?" I catch up to her, walking sideways as to get a good view of her and her haphazard outfit that she threw on for today after I left her apartment. 

"Um ... that's none of your business," I giggle again, feeling my cheeks already getting sour from smiling.

"Oh, really?" She laughs louder at my joke. "I was pretty sure I was with you for most of the night." 

We approach my cubicle and I place my bag on my chair. "Or maybe ... it was a figment of your imagination." 

I rest my arm on her cubicle window and lean closer to her, "I really don't think it was." 

I set my coffee on my desk, whipping my head back around to him. "How do you know?" 

I lean in again and lower my voice, "Because some things that you did last night, I didn't even know that you could do." My eyes travel down her as to emphasize my point. 

I gasp a little too loudly and slap his upper arm, earning another low pitched laugh. I sit down on my chair after removing my bag from the seat, looking up at him with my head shaking. 

"So when is the next time I see you?" I place both arms on her cubicle window. She turns her head to look at her computer. 

"Hmm, in about an hour, because I'm going to the meeting with Singer." I look back to his already confused face. 

"What? Why?" I stand straighter with my eyebrows furrowed. 

"Mmm, because Greer wanted me on the case. You're not his only finance guy and I did find out where the money goes, you know." I smile slyly at him and he rolls his eyes. 

I push off of her cubicle, still a bit taken back by her confession. "Alright then, I'll uh ... see you there." She laughs again and I walk towards my cubicle, but half way there I turn to Greer's office. I look through his window to see if he's in and he's already got his feet up on his desk, reading the morning paper. I knock and enter into his office closing the door behind me. 

"What did I say about waiting for my response after you knock, Ryan?" 

"Why is she on the case?" I don't waste time to get to the point. I know what this kind of mission curtails in the end. Her ending up in the Middle East or Venezuela, dodging bullets. 

"Who?" 

He hasn't put down the paper yet, making me a little more angry at him. "You know who." He sighs loudly, placing the paper down on his oak desk. 

"She, meaning the woman you make lover-eyes at during our meetings, is one of the best economists to put on this case, considering you didn't deliver. You're only on this case because you know what happened the last time something like this occurred, but she knows the numbers and probabilities of what this specific case could end up becoming, therefore she is on the case."

"Take her off of it." 

I grab the pieces of paper from the printer tray and walk towards Greer's office. I look through the graphs on the page to make sure they were the ones I needed to print out. My head is still in the pieces of paper as I almost knock on the door. His voice sounds through the cheap wood. 

"Excuse me?" 

"Take her off this case. She's not ready." 

"How the fuck would you know that, Ryan?" 

"Because this is her first ever abroad case and she's not ready to see what happens out there." I step closer to his desk.

"You are completely out of line here." 

I hear the door open behind me and my eyes widen in horror as I see her walk into the room. She stands in the doorway for a second, staring daggers into my skull. She detaches her gaze from mine and walks over to Greer's desk. 

"Here are the charts you wanted to see, Greer." I place them down on his desk as he nods to me in approval. I turn to walk towards the door, purposefully not making eye contact with Jack as I go, but I stop by his side, letting the words escape from my mouth. "Not that it's any of your business, but before I got my doctorate in economics, like the same one you have, I was in Iraq." I look up at his petrified face staring down at mine. "I did two tours before I broke my leg from a shell bomb on our base. I was sent home and went to school. Brown, by the way. And then, I was recruited for the C.I.A, and I went through the same vigorous training you did. You would have known that if we weren't too busy talking about your part in the Suleiman case last night." He decides to look away from me at this point and instead looks past Greer to the wall behind him. Angered by this, I pivot my body towards him, driving it home. "I don't need you to question why I'm fucking here and I certainly don't need Greer to justify me as well. Just because you shot a gun at some terrorists a few times, showed off your badge and was called a hero, doesn't mean that there aren't some people in this office that have gone through the same things you went through, you sexist asshole." I look away from him and my body shifts to the door. "See you in the meeting, Greer." I take off towards the exit and grab the door handle. 

"Thanks again." 

I hear the door close behind me and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I watch as she furiously marches back to her cubicle and sits down at her chair. 

"You just fucked up your chance of ever getting laid again."

"Shut the fuck up, Greer," He laughs loudly, but all I could focus on is the woman I knew so little about. I'm such an asshole.