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You glance around the bullpen. It certainly looks different when there are people here. “Excuse me,” you say, grabbing the attention of a blonde. “I need to see Agent Hotchner.”
“I’m sorry, he’s in a meeting.”
You groan. “He’ll see me.”
“Ma’am, I’ll be happy to let him know you’re waiting for him, but-”
“I’m from Senator Healy’s office.”
Her eyes widen. “I’ll be sure to let him know. Please have a seat.”
Though you aren’t quite proud of your strategy, it never fails. “Thank you.” You sit in one of the uncomfortable chairs that seem to be in every government building, watching her walk up to an office with the blinds drawn. You should have guessed that was his.
He peeks through the blinds before sending the blonde and an older woman out of his office. Taking your cue, you head up to the office.
“Senator Healy?” he asks as soon as the door shuts.
You shrug, falling onto the couch. “It was the easiest way to get up here.”
He rolls his eyes. “That was my supervisor you sent out.”
“You’re welcome.”
He stifles a chuckle as he tries to scold you, “(Y/N).”
“Alright, I’m sorry, but I’ve only got like thirty minutes, so why did you want to see me?”
He sits next to you. “I need to ask a huge favor.”
You eye him suspiciously. “You told me that when you asked me to come here. What is it?”
“I’ve got a case coming up, and I need you to watch Jack.”
“Why can’t Jess?”
He closes his eyes. “It’s not a normal case.”
“What is going on?”
“I’ve been assigned to an overseas case,” he explains, “and I don’t want to disrupt Jess’s summer. She’s got kids, and it would be tough for her to-”
“And it’s not tough on me?” you interrupt.
“(Y/N), please. I-”
You stand up. “I barely know him!”
“He’s your brother.”
You roll your eyes. “Half-brother,” you correct. “Besides, I haven’t spent more than ten minutes with him.”
“I know, and if you would give me a chance to explain-”
You let out a loud groan before leaning on the edge of his desk.
“I know that this is not ideal, for any of us, but I want Jack to be with you. I’m not sure how long it will be, but there’s a chance that it’ll go into the school year. You live in his district. Jess doesn’t.”
Sensing a lull, you point out, “He doesn’t know me.”
“I was hoping that we could fix that.” He still won’t meet your eyes. “He’s got a soccer game this weekend. It’s a low-stakes way for you to meet him. We’ll eat after, then we’ll all do something together.”
Completely fed up with the conversation, you push yourself off the desk. “There’s a vote this afternoon. We’ve been getting constituent complaints about it all day. I need to get back to Healy.”
“(Y/N), just think about it.”
You don’t give him an answer as you walk out of his office. He follows you out, causing the other agents to stare. You don’t bother to look behind you as you open the glass doors out of the bullpen. Unfortunately, you don’t bother to watch where you’re going either, and push the door open, right into a strikingly attractive man who seems to have been bringing lunch to the whole team.
You apologize, immediately dropping to the floor to help him pick up.
He flashes a million-dollar smile that would make your knees weak under normal circumstances. “Don’t sweat it, sugar. Though, I have to ask, what made you so distracted that you couldn’t be bothered to look through a glass door?”
You smile, looking over your shoulder to where your dad is walking back towards his office. That seems to be enough for the mystery man to understand. He laughs. “Can’t say I blame you.” When he has as much of the food as he can save, he scribbles his number onto a napkin. “Give me a call if he gives you any more trouble.”
“And if he doesn’t,” you respond, reading the napkin, “Agent Morgan?”
“Call me anyway.”
The day is long, and you can feel that napkin burning a hole in your pocket. You stare at it for a minute, debating whether or not to call him. Before you can make up your mind, your dad calls.
“Yes?”
“Jack’s game is at ten tomorrow morning, the park across from his school. I already told him you’d be there.” He knows that you don’t mind disappointing him, but you won’t disappoint a kid, especially Jack, if you can help it.
“Fine. Is that it?”
“I look forward to seeing you, too.”
As soon as he hangs up the phone, you have made up your mind to call Agent Morgan. He answers the phone with an almost rehearsed confidence and agrees to meet you for drinks that evening.
Normally, you would stay in the office well after Healy left to get things in order for Monday, but not today. As soon as he leaves the office, you’re out the door. Unfortunately, your early departure doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Hot date?”
You roll your eyes. Gareth Ritter truly will always be a pain in your ass. “Jealous?”
He smirks, stepping out of Senator Wheatus’s office. “Not one bit,” he states, standing next to you. He ghosts his lips over the shell of your ear as he finishes, “because I know that you’ll always come back to me.”
Shivering, you pull yourself away from him and grab your bag without a second glance.