Another chapter?
So he spent the next 10 minutes correcting the stupid little mistakes dotted all over the reports. Now he just has to give them to Jack, . Anyway, get these reports to Jack, maybeee push his luck and ask him out to lunch while he’s at it.
He stands up with a quiet grunt and leaned on his crutch all the while grabbing the reports with his other hand. Starting to make his way over to Jacks office, a new agent bumped into him, causing him to stumble and along with holding his crutch, grabbed onto the table too. Unfortunately, doing this also sent his reports to the ground.
“OH. MY. LORD. I am *so* sorry Agent… Souso! I’ll just get those for you.”
The new agent (who seemed to have a slightly redder face than earlier) blurted out. Poor guy looked so embarrassed that Daniel chose to not mention the fact that he’d said his name wrong, who could blame the guy anyways? He’s new here.
“Don’t worry you’re fine.”
He reassured the agent
“Really because I can help clean—“
“No, it’s alright.”
The agent nodded and walked of back to whatever the hell he had been about to do.
‘Shit. Gotta give Jack these reports’
Daniel thought. He gently leaned his crutch up against his chair and started to slowly lower himself onto his knees. Once on the ground and hidden slightly, he let out a sigh and started to grab the reports and place them up on top of his desk.
Getting up was the hard part. Using one arm on the desk, he pushed himself upwards shakily, then grabbed a hold of his crutch to get his balance back and taking some deep, calming breaths. He’ll have to take off his prosthetic leg for a while once he’s home, let the skin breathe or something.
“Eh Sousa? You alright?”
Fuck. Jack again.
“Jack! ‘Course I am…!”
He put on a half smile and raised his eyebrows a little.
“Okay then… got the reports done?”
Jack seemed to be eyeing him up suspiciously. Jacks not stupid. He’s a great agent. He has to know something.
“Oh yeah, reports reports…”
Daniel mutters to himself and quickly snatches the reports of off his desk and shoves them into Jack’s chest.
“… there! Reports.”
“Sousa, I think you should have a seat.”
“Oh no I’m okay really!”
“Daniel sit down.”
Wow. First names then. It was a bit scary seeing Jack like this. Daniel would’ve resisted a bit more, but he wouldn’t lie to himself, he was quite shaky on his crutch, so he pulled out the chair from his desk and plopped down onto it with a quiet breath of relief.
“Sore today?”
Jack spoke in a hushed voice as if he was scared for anyone else to hear.
“Just a bit.”
Daniel met his eyes. Jack knew he was lying 100%.
“Guess I’ll go get us some lunch, huh?”
Jack murmured, looking anywhere but Daniel’s eyes and trying to seem nonchalant about the whole situation. Daniel raised his eyebrows. Was Jack being, nice? Holy shit ‘Jack’ and ‘nice’ in the same sentence. That’s just mental.
“Uh, thank you Jack.”
Jack didn’t even hit Daniel with the ‘Thompson here’ shtick, he just started to walk past him.
“See you in a bit, love.”
Daniel froze and stared at Jack who didn’t say anything else, just hurried his walking slightly with a bright red face similar to the agents earlier. Daniel smiled to himself, it wasn’t every day that one of them was brave enough to show a public (if you can call it that) sign of affection. It meant a lot to him.
“So,”
Why was everyone sneaking up on him today?! He shook his head and turned to just infront of his desk to see Peggy, who had pulled up a chair.
“You and Thompson a *thing* now?”
Daniel’s eyes widened.
“I- of course not! Don’t go around saying stuff like that Peggy, you could get me fired—“
Peggy held up a hand to stop him.
“No Daniel, I’m not angry.”
Daniel gave Peggy a look, his eyebrows knitted together in something between confusion, and worry.
“Just if you are… maybe we, erm, me and Dottie, could possibly go on a ‘double date’ as they call it these days?”
Daniel’s mouth opened in surprise. Peggy and Underwood? Daniel thought they hated each other?
“Ooo! Maybe Jarvis and Ana can come too? Like a ‘triple date’ then…?”
Jeez, Peggy seemed rather exited about this. But who was Daniel to bring her down. He enjoyed seeing her smile like this.
“Better askin’ Jack that one.”
Daniel laughed. It felt good to be able to tell someone about his and Jacks ‘friendship’.