Mingling Series: Ex
Series/Verse: Mingling
Title: Ex
Pairing/Characters: Don/Amita, Liz, mentions of everyone else
Rating: PG-13(language)
Summary: Anger gets the best of someone.
Word Count: 1144
Spoilers: none
Notes/Warnings: Set after ch. 10 (Best If...Much If) but before ch. 11 (Unexpected) of my Mingling Series.
Prompt: Quote #5 of the numb3rs_het summer fic challenge: Speak when you are angry...and you will make the best speech you'll ever regret.- Laurence J. Peter
beta: the wonderful twins_m0m with out her I would be lost.
Next: Realization
Ex
Amita walked into the FBI offices. Charlie had asked her to help him in a fraud case they were working on. Entering she noticed a familiar face. “Liz?”
The agent turned at the sound of her name being called. Looking back, she saw her ex-boyfriend’s new love. “Oh, hey, Amita.” she said smiling, walking over to her. “How have you been lately?” Liz added with a small smirk.
Amita swallowed the jealousy that threaten to come out. “I’m doing fine, Liz and yourself?” she said forcing a smile on her face. She could feel the agent‘s eyes on her, dimming her hope that Liz wouldn‘t pick up on her insecurity. “So how long have you been here?”
“I came back like two weeks ago.” Looking over she noticed that Amita seemed to grow slightly pale. “Amita, are you okay?”
Before Amita could say anything else, David came out saying they had new information. Setting aside her feelings, she walked into the conference room and began working with Charlie. As the day passed, slowly but surely they progressed on the case. Amita tried to not let her emotions keep her from working but her efforts were futile. Anytime her boyfriend and his ex were together, she would find herself watching them. They acted like time hadn’t passed, sharing jokes and laughing. Jealousy kept creeping up in the female professor.
The clock read six, when Don came in and called it a day, then headed to his desk. Amita and Charlie began picking up their things with the help of a certain green-eyed agent. Looking up from on her files, Amita saw Don talking to Liz, who was leaning on his desk. Placing a strand of her hair behind her ear, she shook off her thoughts. When she was about to continue packing her things, she saw Don place his hand on Liz’s shoulder as they laughed about something. That did it for her, she couldn’t hold back the panic. She had to escape. Picking up her bag, she hurriedly made her way out of the conference room. Amita tried to slip out unnoticed. The touch of hand on her shoulder just as she reached the elevator told her she had failed. Looking back she saw dark-brown eyes looking at her.
“Leaving so soon, ‘Mita.” Don said smiling at his girlfriend.. He knitted his eyebrows in confusion as the love of his life, shrugged his hand off her shoulder. He could see that Amita seemed tense about something. “You okay, Hon?”
“I’m just tired. I want to go home.” she snapped, fixing her bag on her shoulder.
“Well, I’m done here. Let me drive you there since your car is at my dad’s house.”
Amita nodded looking at everything and anything but at her boyfriend. They made their way to Don’s car. Getting in the car, the raven hair agent leaned in and tried to give her a kiss. She turned away from the kiss. “Don, please. It’s been a long day.”
Sighing, Don turned the ignition on and drove. As he drove, he stole glances at Amita. The seasoned agent noticed that she had something on her mind. Amita kept staring in front of her, arms crossed, and tapping her foot. After pulling into the drive way, they unbuckled their seatbelts. Don sighed and turned off the engine. He was going to find out what was on his girlfriend’s mind. “Amita, is there anything you want to talk about. You’ve been on edge all day.” Looking over when she didn’t reply, he found her glaring at him. “What’s…”
“Why didn’t you tell me Liz was here?”
Don was totally caught off. He knew she was waiting for him to answer, but he couldn’t at the moment. How could he explain or what good reason could he give her for not telling her about his ex.
Amita couldn’t tolerate Don’s silence any longer; fearing it confirmed her doubts. She got out of the car, slammed the door and walked into Casa Eppes.
The raven haired agent hit the steering wheel, berating himself for being so stupid. Hurrying out of the car, he went after his girlfriend, wanting to fix things. He wasn’t going to lose her. “Amita, would you calm down. Please. It’s not…,” Don pleaded walking into his childhood home.
“What! Don! How do you expect me to react seeing you with your ex, who has been back for two weeks, and you failed to mention it.” Amita spat, turning to face him.
“Oh, come on, Amita,” Don said putting his hand on his hip and running a hand through his short black hair. “You can’t honestly be jealous of Liz. We’re…”
“Well, I have reasons to be!” Amita gave her boyfriend a you-know-damn-well look.
“What, is that suppose to mean!” Don looked at her, his anger rising. He was trying to keep calm but she wasn’t making wasn’t making it easy.
“Come on, Don. We all know that you’re Mr.-No-Commitment!” she said putting her hand on her hip.
Don was totally taken aback by her comment. “Well, you know what Amita? You’re not totally innocent.” He looked over at her and saw her knit her eyebrows in confusion. “What about you and my brother!”
“Charlie and I, it’s different.”
“No, it’s not. It’s just like Liz and I…” Don said as the female professor shook her head. “And why isn’t it?” He asked defiantly crossing his arms across his chest.
“Because you slept with her, Don!” Amita exclaimed, hurt and betrayal in her voice.
“”Mita, that was when I was dating her. I was in a relationship with her. I’m with you now. That’s all that matters.” Don walked over and tried to grab a hold of his girlfriend’s hand but she pulled away.
“Don’t touch me! And you expect me not to have reasons…”
Don’s patience had reached its limit. “You! Reasons! What about me!” Amita was going to interrupt, but Don continued. “You with your tight jeans and low cut blouses. Every guy at the office stares at you.
“What’s wrong with the way I dress?” She stated looking down at herself.
“Oh, and what about Penfield, Oswald, and that guy your parents were trying to hook you up with!”
“What do they…,” Amita had no clue as to why Don would bring them up.
“You weren’t complaining when they were flirting with you. You were practically throwing yourself at them!”
“I was not, Don!”
“You’re nothing, but a fucking skank!” Don’s face fell as he realized what he had just said. Before he could take back what he said, Amita slapped him hard. Touching his cheek, he tried to apologize. “Amita, I didn’t mea…”
“No, you said all that needed to be said.” She gathered her things and walked out, leaving Don standing in the doorway with a sore cheek.
Next:Realization
Title: Ex
Pairing/Characters: Don/Amita, Liz, mentions of everyone else
Rating: PG-13(language)
Summary: Anger gets the best of someone.
Word Count: 1144
Spoilers: none
Notes/Warnings: Set after ch. 10 (Best If...Much If) but before ch. 11 (Unexpected) of my Mingling Series.
Prompt: Quote #5 of the numb3rs_het summer fic challenge: Speak when you are angry...and you will make the best speech you'll ever regret.- Laurence J. Peter
beta: the wonderful twins_m0m with out her I would be lost.
Next: Realization
Ex
Amita walked into the FBI offices. Charlie had asked her to help him in a fraud case they were working on. Entering she noticed a familiar face. “Liz?”
The agent turned at the sound of her name being called. Looking back, she saw her ex-boyfriend’s new love. “Oh, hey, Amita.” she said smiling, walking over to her. “How have you been lately?” Liz added with a small smirk.
Amita swallowed the jealousy that threaten to come out. “I’m doing fine, Liz and yourself?” she said forcing a smile on her face. She could feel the agent‘s eyes on her, dimming her hope that Liz wouldn‘t pick up on her insecurity. “So how long have you been here?”
“I came back like two weeks ago.” Looking over she noticed that Amita seemed to grow slightly pale. “Amita, are you okay?”
Before Amita could say anything else, David came out saying they had new information. Setting aside her feelings, she walked into the conference room and began working with Charlie. As the day passed, slowly but surely they progressed on the case. Amita tried to not let her emotions keep her from working but her efforts were futile. Anytime her boyfriend and his ex were together, she would find herself watching them. They acted like time hadn’t passed, sharing jokes and laughing. Jealousy kept creeping up in the female professor.
The clock read six, when Don came in and called it a day, then headed to his desk. Amita and Charlie began picking up their things with the help of a certain green-eyed agent. Looking up from on her files, Amita saw Don talking to Liz, who was leaning on his desk. Placing a strand of her hair behind her ear, she shook off her thoughts. When she was about to continue packing her things, she saw Don place his hand on Liz’s shoulder as they laughed about something. That did it for her, she couldn’t hold back the panic. She had to escape. Picking up her bag, she hurriedly made her way out of the conference room. Amita tried to slip out unnoticed. The touch of hand on her shoulder just as she reached the elevator told her she had failed. Looking back she saw dark-brown eyes looking at her.
“Leaving so soon, ‘Mita.” Don said smiling at his girlfriend.. He knitted his eyebrows in confusion as the love of his life, shrugged his hand off her shoulder. He could see that Amita seemed tense about something. “You okay, Hon?”
“I’m just tired. I want to go home.” she snapped, fixing her bag on her shoulder.
“Well, I’m done here. Let me drive you there since your car is at my dad’s house.”
Amita nodded looking at everything and anything but at her boyfriend. They made their way to Don’s car. Getting in the car, the raven hair agent leaned in and tried to give her a kiss. She turned away from the kiss. “Don, please. It’s been a long day.”
Sighing, Don turned the ignition on and drove. As he drove, he stole glances at Amita. The seasoned agent noticed that she had something on her mind. Amita kept staring in front of her, arms crossed, and tapping her foot. After pulling into the drive way, they unbuckled their seatbelts. Don sighed and turned off the engine. He was going to find out what was on his girlfriend’s mind. “Amita, is there anything you want to talk about. You’ve been on edge all day.” Looking over when she didn’t reply, he found her glaring at him. “What’s…”
“Why didn’t you tell me Liz was here?”
Don was totally caught off. He knew she was waiting for him to answer, but he couldn’t at the moment. How could he explain or what good reason could he give her for not telling her about his ex.
Amita couldn’t tolerate Don’s silence any longer; fearing it confirmed her doubts. She got out of the car, slammed the door and walked into Casa Eppes.
The raven haired agent hit the steering wheel, berating himself for being so stupid. Hurrying out of the car, he went after his girlfriend, wanting to fix things. He wasn’t going to lose her. “Amita, would you calm down. Please. It’s not…,” Don pleaded walking into his childhood home.
“What! Don! How do you expect me to react seeing you with your ex, who has been back for two weeks, and you failed to mention it.” Amita spat, turning to face him.
“Oh, come on, Amita,” Don said putting his hand on his hip and running a hand through his short black hair. “You can’t honestly be jealous of Liz. We’re…”
“Well, I have reasons to be!” Amita gave her boyfriend a you-know-damn-well look.
“What, is that suppose to mean!” Don looked at her, his anger rising. He was trying to keep calm but she wasn’t making wasn’t making it easy.
“Come on, Don. We all know that you’re Mr.-No-Commitment!” she said putting her hand on her hip.
Don was totally taken aback by her comment. “Well, you know what Amita? You’re not totally innocent.” He looked over at her and saw her knit her eyebrows in confusion. “What about you and my brother!”
“Charlie and I, it’s different.”
“No, it’s not. It’s just like Liz and I…” Don said as the female professor shook her head. “And why isn’t it?” He asked defiantly crossing his arms across his chest.
“Because you slept with her, Don!” Amita exclaimed, hurt and betrayal in her voice.
“”Mita, that was when I was dating her. I was in a relationship with her. I’m with you now. That’s all that matters.” Don walked over and tried to grab a hold of his girlfriend’s hand but she pulled away.
“Don’t touch me! And you expect me not to have reasons…”
Don’s patience had reached its limit. “You! Reasons! What about me!” Amita was going to interrupt, but Don continued. “You with your tight jeans and low cut blouses. Every guy at the office stares at you.
“What’s wrong with the way I dress?” She stated looking down at herself.
“Oh, and what about Penfield, Oswald, and that guy your parents were trying to hook you up with!”
“What do they…,” Amita had no clue as to why Don would bring them up.
“You weren’t complaining when they were flirting with you. You were practically throwing yourself at them!”
“I was not, Don!”
“You’re nothing, but a fucking skank!” Don’s face fell as he realized what he had just said. Before he could take back what he said, Amita slapped him hard. Touching his cheek, he tried to apologize. “Amita, I didn’t mea…”
“No, you said all that needed to be said.” She gathered her things and walked out, leaving Don standing in the doorway with a sore cheek.
Next:Realization