#fbidex

The door shakes as the knocks keep coming, annoyingly insistent even after a few minutes of being answered with silence.

Repressing back a sigh, you quietly tip toe closer to the door.

This is ruining your night and honestly, it’s getting a bit creepy. Not just the fact that Dex knows where you live - sure, he works in the FBI, maybe he found your address in their database even if that’s an option you’re very uncertain about - but why can’t he just take the hint and leave you alone?

Your name gets called from the hallway and a peep into the magic eye shows Dex still posted outside, one hand brushing through his short hair as he looks away, shoulders slumping. 

“Please, I just wanna talk. That’s all I want.” he pleads, a slightly different version of the same line he keeps using to try to get your attention. “I know you’re in there, I saw… I mean, I can hear you.”

You freeze, trying to quiet down your breathing. Great. Now that Dex knows you’re in here, he won’t leave your door the entire night.

You don’t want to call the police, that would be a mess, but maybe if one of your neighbours comes out to complain, maybe then he’ll take the hint. 

A wrinkle appears between his brows and he sniffs. He’s close enough for you to look at him and the hallway lightening doesn’t do any favors to the deep circles underneath his eyes or the way he nervously keeps tugging at the collar of the white shirt.

He looks like a nervous mess. 

“Please, I… I just want to explain myself and say how sorry I am about the other night. I know I must've given you the wrong impression, but please, just hear me out.” Dex says, his breathing becoming heavy enough for you to believe he’s gonna have some sort of panic attack. 

You hesitate, hand latching onto the knob by instinct but the good sense left in you refuses to let you twist it. You don’t know Dex, not really, and it’d be tremendously stupid to let an unknown man with whom you’ve been on one disastrous date inside your apartment. 

“Listen, I wasn’t… “ Dex looks both ways at the corridor, before lowering his voice, “... stalking you, okay? I just… happened to notice a couple of things about you. I have a good eye and we cross each other quite a lot, y’know. That’s all.”

You squirm, not quite believing in him as his explanation sounds more like a half-baked lie than the reality.

No one notices such personal details, like he had the other night. Knowing you don’t like onions in your food, that you were wearing your favorite color, that you prefer your current job rather than your old one, that you don’t have a dog. 

On the other side of the door, Dex exhales. “Can you just talk to me? Please.” he grits out. 

When silence is all he receives, his jaw tightens as he calls out your name again, voice gaining an impatient edge, knuckles pounding the door. 

You hold back a sigh and as silently as you can, you slowly step away from the door only to halt when a particularly furious knock shakes the door. 

“If you don’t open this door, I’ll have to break it.” he snarls out the threat and you can’t help the scared yelp that escapes from you when a mean punch is delivered to the cheap wood, shaking the entire door on its frame. “Is that what you want? Uh? Then open the door and we can speak like adults.”

Your heart skips a beat before racing wildly and you gulp when your name gets repeated. This is officially getting out of hand.

“Fine. Have it your way. I’m gonna count to three and if you don’t open the door til then…” Dex leaves the threat open and you don’t waste another second, scrambling to get to your phone that you left on the couch. 

“One.” Dex hisses, the door knob rattling and twisting wildly. The phone slips from your shaky hands and slips between two pillows. “Two.” a fist gets slammed on the door just as you manage to retrieve the phone. 

“Last chance…” Dex warns with a hiss as you race to the bedroom, blindly trying to unlock the screen and praying for the flimsy lock of the room to hold up until the police shows up. 

You barely manage to slam the door of the bedroom close, clicking the lock into place when a voice booms.