;; –– Bullet Girl

No matter what, the mention of one of their special things brought him happiness and calmed the fire within his soul. “Hopefully without Eric being kidnapped again. Or any of us getting kidnapped.”

                     ❝ here on business or for pleasure? ❞       it’s idle conversation on safe topics as they stand. the woman at the counter hands him a pair of muffins and he offers her one as he heads towards a table.

Starter for @softerlacyladyside

The barman didn’t even look up as the bell above the door clanged. In an area this crime ridden, it was easy to judge the new customer by the reaction of the other patrons meaning that he had no need to stop what he was doing. A couple men at the pool tables whistled softly. That alone told Johnny that an unknown female had entered. “Welcome to The Rev. What can I get you?” He finally turned to face the newcomer, with only slightly less of his usual scowl.

                    he offers her coffee in lieu of an apology, all thin smiles and worry.       ❝ how long’ve you been in new york? i really didn’t mean that, but least i can do is replace your cuppa, right? ❞

starter call. ( accepting. ) ( @softerlacyladyside )

The brown haired male paused, turned around, gave the woman a friendly smile and nodded. Of course, he’d be glad to help her out, considering the fact that he was here to see the sheriff as well. Despite he was originally on his way home from school, a report on the police scanner had grabbed his attention and he thought it was best to stop by the station instead.

“Yes I can,” he offered. There was a pause for a moment until he added. “since the sheriff is actually my dad. I’m Stiles, by the way..” Whiskey hues darted around the station until they locked onto an older man, who was looking over the shoulder of a young deputy who’d been showing him something on the computer. “He’s over there.” He pointed out, and began to move in that direction.

“Touche.” He joked right back. The back and forth was a core part of their relationship. And the touche was another thing that was special to them. “It’s hard when we don’t have any idea who the mole is.”

          “Two, huh?” Derek asks, expression shifting into one of both           surprise and recognition. “And I thought my caffeine addition           was bad. It looks like people can still one-up me in that           department.”

“Have you seen this perfection?” He gestures to his face with a silly grin on his face. “So did I. We’ve been so wrapped up in this mole situation that we’re not living in the here and now.”

     Um, excuse me? Were you going to take that      coffee with you or can I just assume you bought      that for me?

“If you told him that, he’d kill me. And then you’d lose your HANDSOME, funny, did I say HANDSOME boyfriend.” He teases as he closes his eyes for a second to fully enjoy the hug. “You okay?” He asks softly.

This town wasn’t one Kensi had really heard of nor was it one that she’d ever planned on visiting. But where cases went, the agent followed with little more than a grumble about being stuck in the car with Deeks for the long drive. There was a soft sigh, as she got out of the car, gaze dancing across to the team. They’d head off to start searching the last place their suspect phone was, and she’d set up in the local sheriff’s office.

There was a soft sigh, as the door to the station was opened, her badge flashing with ease as she pushed her way in. It wasn’t that they had to let the local guys know they were here – but Hetty had made it clear that they weren’t to cross any boundaries here and were to play by the rules. 

“Sam?” He couldn’t help himself. The joke slipped from his lips before he rested his back against her in the embrace. After the hell that was their cases the past few weeks, he needed a hug.