Healing Passion - Doc x Reader [Rainbow six siege]

Deception.

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- Language involvement /!\ 

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"What are you doing here?"  (Y/n) questions, hurtling herself up and backing off from the desk. "What's wrong with seeing how an old friend is?" Dominic retorts, backing up, having  his mass obstruct the doorway. "Ah, I see. Then what's with the need to lock the door behind you?" (Y/n) shifts her body around the office chair, her hand resting on the crown of it.  "Well, I have a little proposal for you; regarding another extracting mission - not now of course, but after all has been settled. It's speculated to  commence around December and I  thought you'd like to get involved. Having a medic on scene would be very useful for us." Dominic explains, "Doesn't exactly explain why you needed to lock the door. But I may take up on that offer - however it sounds very off. Wouldn't harry inform who he'd think would be best for the task? I haven't heard anything. Though... Who is us?" (Y/n) queries, observing Dominic's every movement.  "Well,  we have Marius and Lion. All we need is a medic. But Harry wanted me to tell you personally as he's going on a business trip so to say."  Dominic shrugs, leaning against the door with his arms over his chest. "Right... I'll uh.. take your word for it. Inform me when you know the EXACT date then. May I leave now?" 

Humming, Dominic rotates the keys around his index finger before unlocking the door, gesturing (Y/n) out.  "Keys. Cough up."  (Y/n) states, opening her hand. Inclining his brow, Dominic reluctantly lowered the keys into her palm. "Thank you, besides; How on earth did you even acquire these?"  "Eh, I  suppose I took them when he wasn't looking. You are aware about how bad he's getting?"  Dominic utters whilst getting nudged out the door by (Y/n). "So technically you stole them? and I have unfortunately noticed his deteriorating state. However, he will not, and refuses to listen to anyone. He's too dedicated to his work."  Sighing, (Y/n) switches off the light and proceeds locking the door. "Well, not stolen, more or less borrowed. I gave them back, didn't I?"  "Yes, after stealing them. But that's not the point. Go on, just get back to your bedsit. It's late." (Y/n) speaks, "Fine, fine. Enjoy your night." 

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Upon entering the bedsit, (Y/n) is welcomed by the scene of Gustave fast asleep on the sofa, a picture being clutched closely to his chest. Not wanting to disturb the man, (Y/n) attempts to discreetly pass by him. "(Y/n)?" A yawn transmits from behind, "Ah... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you." (Y/n) mutters. "What time is it?" a gravelly voice matters, hauling himself up from his dormant position, Gustave places the image on the table. "Very early in the morning. Go to bed, it's more comfortable then the sofa, dear."    "Well, I found the sofa very comfy."  Gustave chuckles, a light smile perched on his lips. "I gathered by the position you were in, looked very VERY comfy." She smiles, "Did you manage to find the keys? I'm sorry I made you go all that way to retrieve them."  "I did, I put them on the side. But I met Dominic on the way... He had informed me about a mission around December time... And they require a medic. Now, I'm thinking of opting for it.-"  (Y/n) explains, Gustave's brow narrows and he begins to scrunch his nose again. "Ah... is that so? I don't think I  can permit that, dear. I'm sorry, but it's for your safety. And... Plus a newborn will need their mother more than the father."  Gustave retorts, grasping (Y/n)'s hand delicately."Gustave, I appreciate the worry and care. But I'm gonna opt for it. It'll take a lot of strain off of you by relieving your work load and... Bonus you'll get  more time with our son. Though I disagree with your statement, I believe each parent provides a significant role."  "...I refuse to argue about this now. Not because I know you have a point... But it's quite late." Gustave mutters, resulting in (Y/n) merely smirking at him knowing full well she was right. "C'mon then. Let's go rest."