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Roy sat in hunched over in his chair with his arms folded across his desk and head resting on top of his arms. Hawkeye had just left the office to file all the paperwork she made him finish.
"Not so comfortable," Roy whined as he straightened up and rubbed his neck. He looked around the empty office, then checked the bottom of his boot to make sure they didn't have mud or dirt on them, just so she couldn't nag him when she came back.
He rolled his chair away from his desk and propped his boots up on the mahogany surface. Then made himself comfortable in his chair, "Now, that's better," he sighed.
After a few moments his head drooped as he began to nod off. His hazy mind ignored the slight movement of his chair beneath him.
He woke with a start as his body crashed to the floor with a sickening thud; his feet still resting at the edge of the desk. He gave a groan as he looked at the traitorous chair that kept inching slowly away from him, "Stupid chair," he muttered.
That was how she found him when she entered the room, "Sir, how many times I have told you not to put your feet on the desk?" she asked in a firm tone, hiding the laughter in her eyes very well. She walked around the desk to his side and held out a hand to him.
He gratefully accepted her hand and let her pull him to his feet, "I thought you said that so we wouldn't get the desks dirty."
"That was my initial reason, but I saw the same thing happen to Hughes when he was waiting for you one morning. From then on I had a new reason to stop that behavior," she explained, pushing his chair back into place.
"Oh," was all he managed while straightening his jacket and fixing his hair with the help of the reflection in the window. It was then that he saw something rare. In the glass he could also see her reflection. He noticed she was watching him with an amused smile while she gathered her things from her desk, but when he turned around it was gone, the only evidence left was the happiness her eyes held.
He walked to the door and held it open for her to exit, "You know, you could have just told me what would happen," he said, walking beside her.
"There are some things I have to let you figure out on your own," she said, mischief dancing in her eyes.
a.n.- Well, I hope you liked it. I will be updating at least once a week, not sure which day I want to designate yet, it will probably be tuesday or thursday. Please Review.