Flip the Colleague [Flip Zimmerman]

Ch 2: Careful

Needless to say, you didn't get much sleep that night. Thoughts of Flip consumed you after you left the bar, and when you got home, you did the only thing you could - getting yourself off to the thought of Flip touching you with his large, immaculate hands. Even then, you knew it wouldn't fully subdue the filthy thoughts that would inevitably creep back in when you arrived at work the next morning.

To your surprise, Flip was nowhere to be found. His desk, located in the bullpen, was littered with loose papers, and his coffee mug sat half empty, as if he'd gotten up and left in the middle of something. You headed to the break room to pour yourself a much-needed cup of coffee, sighing as you began your trek toward the filing room.

As you walked down the hallway, you heard a door slowly creak open behind you. You turned to see Flip stepping out of a maintenance closet, adjusting his pants. You paused, waiting for him to realize you'd seen him.

"Uh, hey... mornin'.'" he said, clearing his throat. He didn't wait for your response before walking back toward the bullpen.

You stood there, stunned. What was he doing in the maintenance closet? Alone? You had a few ideas - well, one very solid idea - and it definitely didn't involve a mop. The thought of Flip needing to release sexual tension so badly that he'd had to excuse himself from work, slip into a closet, and take care of business sent a thrill through you. What a bad boy. Jerking off at work, where anyone could've caught him.

You spent the next few hours mindlessly filing away in the old, dusty filing room. Tall shelves ran parallel to each other like a library, housing grimy boxes filled with department case files - some open, some closed, and some cold. You wore earbuds to drown out the oppressive silence of the empty room, opting for a podcast instead of music to keep your mind focused on anything other than Flip.

As you reached up to grab a box from a high shelf, you felt it. You didn't even need to turn around to know you weren't alone anymore and that the mystery presence behind you was him. Without a word, he towered over you, effortlessly grabbing the box and placing it on the floor. Flip's height was nothing short of majestic. He had to be at least 6'3" or 6'4", though at times he seemed even taller.

"Oh, wow, thanks." You said sheepishly. "Guess I need to grow a few more inches for this job."

"Maybe it's time to assign you a different task." He gazed down at you, his stature overwhelming.

"Ok. Great. What is it?" You looked up at him, unsure of what he had in mind. Still so impossible to read.

He stepped closer. With no one else around and your intimate, you noticed his scent for the first time. Masculine, with subtle sweetness of bourbon and cedar. You couldn't tell if it was cologne or just his natural pheromones, but either way, it pulled you in like a drug.

"I have a situation." He said softly. "I need you..." His eyes never left yours.

You were completely entranced. Putty in his hands. "Ok." You gulped.

"I need you... to find this case document number 4563." He flashed a crooked grin.

That asshole. Jesus fucking Christ. Fire flared in your eyes as you nudged past him with a loud sigh. "You are something else, Flip, you know that?"

He chuckled. "Oh c'mon, newbie, lighten up." He followed behind you.

"You know, I could do more around here. I didn't go to school just to be your little coffee and paperwork bitch. You could give me something more exciting." You rambled as you made your way to your desk.

"You think you're ready?" He said quizzically. "You know, it takes more than just having brains to make it. You need to have good instincts and be able to read people."