muse_shuffle Prompt 1.18.9 - Crowded House Lyrics - Fall At Your Feet
[Adam Ross is beallyoucanbe and is used with mun permission.]
"The finger of blame has turned upon itself; And I'm more than willing to offer myself; Do you want my presence or need my help; Who knows where that might lead." -Fall At Your Feet, Crowded House
The doors shot open as if becoming prey to a hurricane-force wind and he was surprised to see a small brunette detective being the cause of all the commotion. Her feet were planted firmly on the ground, her shoulders square and her jaw set, the anger clear in her eyes. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Sinclair?!"
With a huff, the Chief of Detectives walked around his desk and glared down at the woman in front of him. "Detective Morasca I have half a mind to ask you the same thing."
"I wouldn't have been so generous to call that half of a mind." She snarled and Sinclair growled. "You cannot let Adam Ross go. Firing him will cost the city a lot more than what his salary is worth. He's the best damn technician this city has at it's disposal and I think he's plenty qualified to earn a right to stay."
"You have some nerve storming in here like this, Morasca. I sign your paycheck, and I can have your badge revoked instantly if you don't learn some respect like your partner Flack." Sinclair got into Anna's personal space and let his voice drop to a dangerously low tone. "Detective Taylor and I have already discussed the matter of Ross's thirty-day notice. Now get out of my office before I decide to throw your ass behind a desk for the next two months."
Without showing the least sign of weakness, she backed away from Sinclair and turned tightly on her heel to leave his office in the same whirlwind upon which she'd entered. "We're not letting him go without a fight."
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"You did wh-what?! A-Anna are you-- you're in-insane. He could have you fired and-- I--" Adam stumbled backwards slightly as the punching bag thrust into his stomach. "Oof!"
Growling, body covered in a slick coat of sweat, Anna took two final swings at the bag her friend had been holding for the last half an hour. The punches connected solidly and her chest heaved with each breath until she dropped to her knees. "Not... gonna let... you go, Adam..." Anna managed between breaths as she gasped for air.
"You need to take it easy, Anna. Ah, crap, you're gonna push too hard and you're gonna pass out and- and- I'll have to do CPR and then you'll kick my ass for touching your-- uh-- well-- and having to put my mouth-- I-- ah--"
"Adam." She wheezed and gripped his shoulder tightly.
"Yeah? Are you okay? You're not gonna like, pass out-- a-are you?"
"Adam... shut up." Catching her breath, Anna took a towel from off the floor beside her and began dabbing at the sweat on her face and chest. "You know I love you, Adam. You've been a good friend to me."
At the L-word, Adam's face turned bright red and he began to stutter, going off into another random tangent.
"Adam." Anna's voice softened and a smile fell upon her lips as she shook her head and tugged him against her in a hug. "We need you. I need you. We're not letting you go. I'll turn in my badge before I watch you walk out that door for good."
He didn't know what to do. How to react - not that it was any different from his general confusion about the proper action to take - or even what to say. There were so many emotions swirling through him at once - fear, pain, sadness, shock, love, gratitude, and warmth. And he'd always had a bit of a crush on Anna so this caught him off-guard. So Adam just hugged her back and buried his face in her hair to take in the sweet scent he'd familiarized himself with. "A-Anna... you don't have to do this for me."
Chuckling, she lifted her head to meet Adam's eyes before lightly brushing her lips over his forehead. "There's always the FBI."
"The finger of blame has turned upon itself; And I'm more than willing to offer myself; Do you want my presence or need my help; Who knows where that might lead." -Fall At Your Feet, Crowded House
The doors shot open as if becoming prey to a hurricane-force wind and he was surprised to see a small brunette detective being the cause of all the commotion. Her feet were planted firmly on the ground, her shoulders square and her jaw set, the anger clear in her eyes. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Sinclair?!"
With a huff, the Chief of Detectives walked around his desk and glared down at the woman in front of him. "Detective Morasca I have half a mind to ask you the same thing."
"I wouldn't have been so generous to call that half of a mind." She snarled and Sinclair growled. "You cannot let Adam Ross go. Firing him will cost the city a lot more than what his salary is worth. He's the best damn technician this city has at it's disposal and I think he's plenty qualified to earn a right to stay."
"You have some nerve storming in here like this, Morasca. I sign your paycheck, and I can have your badge revoked instantly if you don't learn some respect like your partner Flack." Sinclair got into Anna's personal space and let his voice drop to a dangerously low tone. "Detective Taylor and I have already discussed the matter of Ross's thirty-day notice. Now get out of my office before I decide to throw your ass behind a desk for the next two months."
Without showing the least sign of weakness, she backed away from Sinclair and turned tightly on her heel to leave his office in the same whirlwind upon which she'd entered. "We're not letting him go without a fight."
---
"You did wh-what?! A-Anna are you-- you're in-insane. He could have you fired and-- I--" Adam stumbled backwards slightly as the punching bag thrust into his stomach. "Oof!"
Growling, body covered in a slick coat of sweat, Anna took two final swings at the bag her friend had been holding for the last half an hour. The punches connected solidly and her chest heaved with each breath until she dropped to her knees. "Not... gonna let... you go, Adam..." Anna managed between breaths as she gasped for air.
"You need to take it easy, Anna. Ah, crap, you're gonna push too hard and you're gonna pass out and- and- I'll have to do CPR and then you'll kick my ass for touching your-- uh-- well-- and having to put my mouth-- I-- ah--"
"Adam." She wheezed and gripped his shoulder tightly.
"Yeah? Are you okay? You're not gonna like, pass out-- a-are you?"
"Adam... shut up." Catching her breath, Anna took a towel from off the floor beside her and began dabbing at the sweat on her face and chest. "You know I love you, Adam. You've been a good friend to me."
At the L-word, Adam's face turned bright red and he began to stutter, going off into another random tangent.
"Adam." Anna's voice softened and a smile fell upon her lips as she shook her head and tugged him against her in a hug. "We need you. I need you. We're not letting you go. I'll turn in my badge before I watch you walk out that door for good."
He didn't know what to do. How to react - not that it was any different from his general confusion about the proper action to take - or even what to say. There were so many emotions swirling through him at once - fear, pain, sadness, shock, love, gratitude, and warmth. And he'd always had a bit of a crush on Anna so this caught him off-guard. So Adam just hugged her back and buried his face in her hair to take in the sweet scent he'd familiarized himself with. "A-Anna... you don't have to do this for me."
Chuckling, she lifted her head to meet Adam's eyes before lightly brushing her lips over his forehead. "There's always the FBI."