Sara looked over her shoulders and saw the man who was chasing her right behind her, so she kept running cursing herself to poke around places she had been warned. For the weeks she worked on the case she had received quite a few threads sent to her desk but she dismissed everything and dig deeper, knowing she was poking the right place and she was getting close to that Egyptian artifact she had been hunting for months ever since she was in London.
She tried to run faster while trying to get her gun out of its holster and out of her bag and in one quick move she turned around and fire the gun aiming to the man’s leg only enough to made him pissed off and also firing his gun at her. She let out a strangled scream feeling the pain in her chest and she saw blood from her. Sara saw the man was aiming his gun at her again, ready to shoot and without thinking she pulled the trigger of her own gun, aiming right at the man’s chest twice and watched him dropped down before she collapsed onto the ground herself and everything went dark.
Adrian smirked. “Fine, fine,” he said, sitting back. When she came back, he chuckled. “Pretty much. The only people I trust are the people I work with. Well, them… and you, now, I suppose,” he told her, looking up. “I mean, if you were going to kill me or turn me, in, I assume you would have done so by now, right?”
Sara looked up to Adrian with eyebrow rose up, “Well thank you for trusting me,” she smiled, “I may know a bit about trust issue,” Sara chuckled a little bit mostly because she has it too. “But don’t worry, I told you, as long as you’re not pointing your gun at me, we’re good and I just want to help you get better. My conscience won’t let me throw you out of my door…” she joked a little as wiped the table clean.
Adrian shook his head. “Not jealous. They had this weird open relationship policy. The guy actually thanked me for “keeping her occupied”. Basically what happened was that I told him off for telling me what meds I need to take- anxiety and PTSD stuff- and it got into this whole other argument, and then this happened.” he sighed, helping her clean things up. “And that’s why I don’t have many friends outside of my career choice,” he muttered. “Can’t trust people, you know?”
Sara listened to Adrian as she cleaned the table and quickly stopped him from helping, “Oh no, you’re not going to play hero and help with that condition, mister. Just sit down,” she ordered him and took the plates on his hands and went to the kitchen, “Well can’t blame you,” she commented while walking back from her kitchen to cleaned the rest on the table, “I get it, it’s occupational hazard,” she shrugged her shoulders, “I mean, it would be pretty damn hard to trust people when you’re in a certain profession.”
Neal laughed when she called him a goof, listened to her answers, and admired her in the low light of the restaurant. He mirrored her thank you with a ‘thank you so much’ and accepted his glass of wine, letting it swirl in his glass before he drank a little.
“Cello, huh? Never would have guessed that. I bet you can fit in the Cello case.” Neal winked at her playfully before humming in thought as to how to answer this question.
“I like wines and books, just like you.. Mozzie and I have this kind of.. private book club thing goin on, but with the FBI work, I don’t really have a lot of time to read anymore.” He was quiet for a moment,
“I think the thing I love to do is paint for myself. Not for someone else, not someone else’s work. Paint something from my mind, something I see..” He glanced down a little, “It’s nice to actually be able to call something your own for once.”
A laugh escaped Sara’s lips when he said she can fit into the Cello case, “Is that your subtle way of telling me that I’m too skinny?” she joked easily as she sipped some more of her wine before putting it down on the table, “I’ve been playing Cello since I was 9, my mom,” she paused thinking about her mother, “Well she was trying to make Emily and I have a complete skill set,” she smiled sadly, thinking about Emily was never easy for her.
Didn’t want to dampened the mood she quickly recovered her smile and raised her eyebrow when Neal revealed about his secret book club, “Is that a code for con artist meeting, hatching plans?” she chuckled teasing him.
“Well I saw few good books on the shelf in June’s apartment, maybe you can start again from there,” Sara smiled and it grew softer hearing him admit that the thing he love to do is to paint, “It is…” she agreed at his last comment while her eyes wandered on his features. Quickly she shook whatever she was thinking and sipped her wine again, “I would love to have a Caffrey original one day hanging on my wall,” she commented, subtly encouraging him to paint more original work rather than forgeries, “As much as I hate to admit this, but you do have an amazing talent, Neal. That kind of talent is rare and as an art enthusiast I just think you deserve an acknowledgement…”
Luckily, there will not BE a next time, unless I’m drugged or tied up.
Oh don’t tempt me Caffrey… You know I might do that.
Sara looked over her shoulders and saw the man who was chasing her right behind her, so she kept running cursing herself to poke around places she had been warned. For the weeks she worked on the case she had received quite a few threads sent to her desk but she dismissed everything and dig deeper, knowing she was poking the right place and she was getting close to that Egyptian artifact she had been hunting for months ever since she was in London.
She tried to run faster while trying to get her gun out of its holster and out of her bag and in one quick move she turned around and fire the gun aiming to the man’s leg only enough to made him pissed off and also firing his gun at her. She let out a strangled scream feeling the pain in her chest and she saw blood from her. Sara saw the man was aiming his gun at her again, ready to shoot and without thinking she pulled the trigger of her own gun right at the man’s chest twice and watched him dropped down before she collapsed onto the ground herself and everything went dark.
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