J/S and B/OC- Sue gets a visit from a cousin she hasn't seen in years. Bobby takes a liking to her and her him. Unfortunately, they have to meet will in the midst of a very difficult case. Yet, they still press on; until Bobby and Sue find out that she hasn't revealed the entire truth to them.
Not one of my best, so please be kind.
Early morning traffic was always the worst. He was only a few blocks away from the Hoover Building and would have walked if he'd had the nerve to leave his car. Downtown Washington, DC wasn't exactly a great place to leave a nice car unattended. He learned that the hard way when he was just starting out in the city when his entire car had been stripped and its parts sold out of a chop shop.
With a sigh, he stuck his head out of the window to see what the hold-up was. Unfortunately, all he could see was more cars. He cursed under his breath as he honked his horn and brought his head back inside.
He closed his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. 'Of all the days to be stuck in traffic,' he thought to himself. Garrett had wanted everyone in the bullpen on time for a very important briefing, but there was no way he would be able to make it now. He'd called Lucy to tell everyone he was going to be late. She told him that she understood and would relay the message.
He was beginning to believe that this was going to be one of the worst days of his life. His suspicions were confirmed when a gap opened up between him and the SUV in front of him. He was just about to move forward when a motorcycle suddenly moved in from the left lane, causing him to slam on his brakes. He stopped only inches away from the tail of the motorcycle and leaned on his horn in frustration. Of course, the biker either didn't notice or didn't care that he had just cut in front of an FBI agent on his way to work, because he never turned his head in acknowledgement.
A growl emitted from deep within the agent's throat as he stared at the back of the rider. He was wearing a pair of tight-fitting blue jeans that had holes cut up the sides of the legs from extensive wearing. A leather jacket sat on his back, a backpack over it, blocking the image on the back that had faded from its original vibrancy. But, the helmet was what caught his attention most. The airbrushed design was of deeply-colored green ivy tangled around a red, thorned rose. If he knew better, it could have been a gang symbol. Of course, gangs were mostly Metro's problem. Still, it didn't stop him from wondering.
As he continued to stare at the helmet, a miracle happened; traffic started to move again. The rider of the motorcycle moved with very little effort, signaling the traffic jam had ended. A sigh of relief escaped him as he put his foot on the gas.
When he was at the intersection before the Hoover Building's parking garage, he saw the motorcycle turn right and leave his sight. At least he didn't have to worry about that distraction any longer. He had been having the sudden urge to rear-end the motorbike, but that would just add insult to injury. He had the nickname "Crash" for a reason and he didn't want his coworkers to ridicule him more than necessary.
With very little trouble, he pulled up to the gate of the parking garage and showed his pass to the guard. As he was about to pull inside, something caught his eye from the visitor's parking lot. It was the motorcycle and the rider was getting off his bike. He took of his helmet to reveal that it hadn't been a 'he' after all. She was a very attractive woman in her mid- to late-twenties. Her long, dark hair swayed in the small breeze as her shimmering blue eyes glanced at him. A smile crossed her lips as she turned away and headed toward the visitor's entrance. She had been swaying her hips elegantly as she walked, he knew, to entice him. No one would deny that it was working.
A smiled crossed his lips as he proceeded into the parking garage. Maybe today wasn't going to be such a bad day after all. Then he happened to glance at his watch. Of course, he could have been wrong.
The smile on her lips didn't fade as she crossed the parking lot, her helmet in hand. When he had first moved to DC, she didn't think too much good would come of moving here. She had just gotten out of a long relationship and she was still down in the dumps about it. He was a jerk anyway.
Then she had seen him poke his head out his vehicle. She couldn't really hear what he had been muttering because of the engine of her bike. But, what did catch her attention were his eyes. He had the most intense stormy blue eyes she had ever seen. That was why she had cut in front of him. She wanted to see his reaction, or rather hear it.
She loved to see the fire in people's eyes as they became enraged at her. Meanwhile, she always kept a cool head. She never became angry, unless it was absolutely necessary. Fortunately, that wasn't too often.
Her grin widened when she saw his face as she removed her helmet. He had really thought she was a man; it made her laugh. She wasn't built like a man; on the contrary. She had a very womanly figure which she enjoyed showing off lately; mostly because she was a free woman now. But, when she wore her leather jacket, it added unnecessary bulk which seemed to surprise everyone.
She loved the shocked look he gave her when he peered at her through his passenger window. Maybe things were looking up for her. She had a great job, a lot of respect, and a guy she always seemed to cross paths with.
Perhaps, DC wasn't going to be so bad after all.