#high potential

Lev “Oz” Ozdil x Female Reader

You meet a handsome stranger at the bar who makes you laugh, and takes you home.

Short fic / one shot

Very lovey, touchy, jealous/teasing from the team, with chemistry.

Need more Oz fanfics to read so creating my own 😂

Also season 3 started filming baby!

The first thing you noticed about Oz was his smile. The second thing you noticed was that he was staring at you.

You’d been sitting at the bar for maybe ten minutes, nursing your drink and scrolling aimlessly through your phone when you’d caught him looking at you from across the room.

Not subtly, not even remotely.

He was leaning against the bar with one hand wrapped around his beer, watching you with an amused little smile like he’d already decided you were interesting.

You raised an eyebrow. He raised his beer. You smiled. And that was apparently all the encouragement he needed.

“Is this seat taken?” You heard a man’s voice say.

You looked at the empty stool beside you “Depends.”

“On?”

“Whether you’re boring or not.” You quipped back.

His eyebrows shot up. Then he laughed.

“Well” he said, sliding onto the stool. “Guess I’ve got something to prove.”

You turned toward him, smiling. “I suppose you do.” Lifting your drink to your lips.

Two hours later, you were still sitting there. Except now you were sitting much closer. Your knees were touching beneath the bar.

His arm rested along the back of your chair, his fingers occasionally brushing your shoulder whenever he moved.

You’d discovered that Oz was funny. Annoyingly funny. And even more annoyingly charming.

And he had this habit of looking at you whenever you talked, like he was genuinely interested in every word that came out of your mouth.

“So,” you said, taking a sip of your drink, “what do you do?”

“Detective.” He stated proudly.

You blinked. “Seriously?”

“Unfortunately.” He said half smirking.

“That explains the ego.” You say your lips turning up trying to hide a smile.

He grinned. “That was fast.”

“I’ve got good instincts.” You say taping the side of your temple.

“Detective instincts?” Oz says leaning forward.

“People instincts.” You trail your finger down his arm tilting your head sideways slightly, looking at him.

He leaned closer. “And what do your people instincts say about me?”

You looked at him. His face was inches from yours. Your eyes flickered briefly to his mouth. Then back to his eyes.

“That you’re trouble.” You say trailing your fingers higher up his arm.

His smile softened. “Probably.” His hand found yours on the bar.

His fingers sliding between yours as though they’d always belonged there.

You looked down. Then back at him. Neither of you moved.

“Still think I’m trouble?” he murmured.

You squeezed his hand. “Definitely.”

“Good.” His knee knocking softly against yours.

Neither of you noticed the group that had walked through the door.

“You’re kidding me.” Daphne stopped dead.

Morgan nearly walked into her “What?”

“Look.” Daphne pointed. “Coming early to save us seats my ass.” She mumbled.

Morgan followed her gaze. Oz. Their Oz.

Sitting at the bar with some woman they’d never seen before. Holding hands. Laughing. Flirting.

“Oh my God.” Morgan gasped.

Nick glanced over. “What?”

“Something is wrong with Oz.”

Nick looked. His eyebrows lifted.

“What, he’s just talking to someone?”

“He’s always talking to someone, it’s his job. ” Morgan huffed at Nick “Just not like that, he’s flirting.”

The rest of the group turned. And collectively stared. Oz didn’t notice.

Because you were saying something that had him laughing again, your hand resting against his chest as you leaned closer.

Morgan’s mouth dropped open. “I’ve never seen him flirt so shamelessly with someone before.”

Daphne nodded “I’m so proud.” Causing Morgan to laugh.

Nick sighed. “So do we have to save him or can we get a beer?” Already over workplace gossip.

“Beer time.” Karadec interjected walking to the opposite side of the bar where Oz and you were sitting at.

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Eventually, Oz noticed them. Well he could feel the staring of four pairs of eyes. His eyes widened. “Oh, hell.”

You turned. “What?”

He nodded toward the group. “Friends.”

You looked over then back at him. “They look terrifying.” You say smirking at his reaction.

“They’re worse than terrifying.” He muttered.

Morgan was already walking toward you.“Oz!”

He groaned. You laughed.

Morgan reached the table and looked between the two of you. “Who is this?”

Oz glanced at you. His smile immediately softened. “This is” He paused, you waited.“Someone I’m hoping to see again.”

Your cheeks warmed. Morgan looked back and forth between the both of you. Then at his hand still intertwined with yours.

“Oh.” She grinned. “Oh, you’re gone gone, should I start planning the wedding?”

Oz rolled his eyes. “Nice to see you too.” Rubbing his face with his hands. Causing a laugh out of you for his embarrassment.

Daphne joined them, immediately smiling at you. “Hi. I’m Daphne.”

You introduced yourself. “Nice to meet you.”

Daphne looked at Oz, then back at you. “You guys on a date?.”

Oz squeezed your hand. “I think so.”

You nudged his shoulder. “Don’t get cocky, it’s our first time meeting.”

“Too late, I’m already planning the next fifty dates.” He says causing your face to warm, you look down trying to hide the blush in your cheeks.

The teasing only got worse when everyone joined you. You quickly learned that Oz’s coworkers had absolutely no concept of privacy.

“So,” Morgan said, leaning across the table, “how long have you two known each other? You meet online?”

“Two hours.” You say “At the bar.”

Silence. Then Nick burst out laughing. “Two hours?”

You nodded. “Yep.”

Morgan stared at Oz. “You’re holding her hand.”

Oz looked down. Your fingers were still tangled together beneath the table. “So?”

“You hate holding hands, or any forms of affection.”

“I do not.” He argued.

“You absolutely do, when my fish died you stood there awkwardly while I hugged you crying.” Daphne pointed out.

“It was a fish Daph” Oz shrugged. “Guess I like holding hers.”

You smiled despite yourself. Morgan looked physically offended. “This is disgusting.”

Daphne laughed. “You are jealous.”

“I am not jealous.” Morgan defended.

“You are, I’m just saying, I’ve known Oz for years and I’ve never seen him look at anyone like that.” Daphne said smiling.

Oz glanced at you again. His thumb brushed slowly over your knuckles. “Maybe you haven’t met the right person yet.”

The table erupted.

“OH!”

“Jesus, Oz.”

“Get a room!”

“Well, that’s just rude!”

You buried your face against his shoulder, laughing. Oz wrapped an arm around you.

“Ignore them.” He whispered in your ear causing you to shiver.

“I’m trying.”

“You want to leave?” He questioned.

You lifted your head. His expression had changed. Softer. Quieter.

“Maybe.”

His mouth curved into a slow smile. “Good.”

Morgan groaned. “I hate this.”

“You just need a good love life” Daphne laughed, kicking Karadec’s foot under the table causing him to glare at the side of her head.

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Later, when everyone moved toward the pool tables, you stayed near the bar with Oz.

His arm was around your waist now. Your head rested against his shoulder as he leaned against the wall.

“You know,” you murmured, “your friends are very dramatic.”

“You haven’t met all of them.”

“Are you saying there’s worse than that?” You say lifting your head from his shoulder.

“Much worse.”

You smiled. His fingers traced lazy circles against your side.

“You really like touching me, don’t you?” You say pressing a soft kiss against the side of his jaw, his breath hitched slightly.

He looked down at you. “Is it bothering you?”

You shook your head. “Not even a little.”

His smile became something warmer “Good.”

You tilted your head. “You’ve known me for a few hours.”

“I know.”

“And you’re already this comfortable?” You rest a hand against his stomach softly playing with the fabric of his shirt.

He leaned closer. “I’ve been trying to behave.”

You laughed softly. “Have you?”

“Absolutely.” He says softly backing you against the wall.

“You’re terrible at it.” You tug him closer by his belt loops.

“Yeah.” His forehead rested against yours. Bodies pressed tightly together. His skin was warm against yours.

For a moment, the noise of the bar disappeared. His fingers slipped into yours again. “You know what my biggest problem is?”

“What?”

“I’m already looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.”

You smiled. “Tomorrow?”

“Unless you’re planning on disappearing.”

“Maybe I am.” You lean up brushing your nose against his playfully.

He narrowed his eyes playfully. “Don’t.”

“Why?”

“Because I like you.”

Your heart fluttered. “That’s very straightforward.”

“I’ve never been particularly good at subtle.” One of his hands is against your hip and the other is against the side of your face his thumb tilting your face up to his.

“I noticed.” You say holding his wrist near your face.

He smiled. Then pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

You looked up at him. “That’s it?”

His eyebrow lifted. “What were you expecting?”

You leaned closer, lips brushing his cheek “Something a little less innocent.” Your lips hovering over his.

He stared at you. Then laughed under his breath. His breath warm against your lips. “You’re trouble.”

You smiled. “Hey, that’s my line.”

“I’m right though.” He laughs softly. His hand that’s settled securely on your waist has slipped under your shirt rubbing soft circles. “Come on.”

“Where?”

“Somewhere I can actually hear you.” He says leaning back and grabbing your hand in his.

You smiled. “And what exactly do you plan on doing there?” You tease.

His eyes flickered to your lips. “Getting to know you.”

You laughed. “Sure, detective.”

He leaned in, his lips barely brushing your ear. “Very thoroughly.”

You shivered. You pull his face down for a kiss.

And from across the room. Morgan yelled.

“WE CAN STILL SEE YOU!”

Oz closed his eyes. Pulling away from you

You burst out laughing. “Your friends are ridiculous.”

He sighed. “Yeah.” He looked at you “But I think you’re worth the humiliation.”

You peaked his lips again softly. “And I think you’re worth the trouble.”

His arm tightened around you. “That’s all I needed to hear.”