The Bar
Back at the station, after filling in reports on what happened, Nadeem called what appeared to be everyone who had joined the raid together. You impatiently waited for him to speak and silently hoped you weren't going on another raid tonight. Having planned to take an evening to relax, perhaps go to a bar, perhaps asking Dex to join you. Dex walked into the room and went to stand beside you waiting for Nadeem to talk.
“First of all, I would like to say how gratefull I am to work with each and every one of you. Together we took down several high-end criminals in only a few days. I couldn't have done that without your help and trust in me.” Nadeem spoke “And to show you my gratitude for this great teamwork, I want to invite you all to join me for a drink. I have made a reservation in the bar for tonight. So, what do you say? Drinks are on me.” he says and claps his hands together.
Agents around you were cheering and clapping, obviously excited to take Nadeem up on his offer.
“You goin'?” you look at Dex, and hoped he would go.
“Are you ?” he counters the question.
You nod “Seriously? Free drinks? Hell yeah, I am going.”
He smirked “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“I'll go then. Someone's going to have to drive you home if you get drunk.” he says and you would have been slightly insulted if it hadn't been for the protective tone in his voice. The way he said it made it clear that he worried about your safety if you'd return home late in the evening. You understood that, you can't even count how many times Matt told you he had to save a woman on the street at night. Better safe then sorry, you thought.
You smirked at him and quirked a brow “Does that mean you are going to drive me home, Dex?” you teased and instantly saw how he nervously straightened his shoulders as he took note of the ambiguity in what you had said. Most of the time he appeared to be stern and professional, yet when you teased him he was seemingly at a loss for words. It was quite endearing really.
You hid the smile on your face “Don't worry. I do not intend to get drunk. Don't want to end up dancing on a pool table or something like that. Imagine the pictures or worse: videos.” You faked a shudder.
He chuckled at your comment “I'm positive that we have seen worse.”
The other agents were grabbing and packing up their things. Getting ready to go to the bar.
“I'll drive to the bar myself. But I'll take you up on that offer to drive me home, Dex. Just don't wreck my car when you drive it.” you quickly said as you walked away from him.
As it started to get dark, you drove to the bar Nadeem had rented for the evening.
It wasn't that far away from where you lived. As you turned the keys to switch the car engine off you hastly checked yourself in your little pocket mirror that you kept in the car. Not wanting to look too noticable, but you had put in some effort. You had done your hair different to compliment your face and were wearing something that complimented your curves.
Giving yourself one last look before you put back the mirror and get out your car. Crossing the street to the bar, you could see through the large windows that there were already a lot of people inside. You pushed the door open as a little bell dinged shortly. People were already busy with a game of pool when you walked in. Some were sitting at the bar but the people you worked with most were sitting at a long table at the back side of the bar. Dex was nowhere to be seen, you figured he was going to come a little later. You had hoped he would come.
Nadeem, who was sitting at the table, noticed you and waved you over. You went over to the table.
“(y/n) ! I am glad you could come.” a smile spread on his face.
You hanged your coat on a chair and took a seat at the table. “Well, you did say free drinks.” you smirked.
He laughed at that “I did. So what can I get you?”
You told him what you wanted to drink and were suprised he actually got you the drink himself.
“Thank you, Nadeem.” you say as you raised your glass up to him. The other agents at the table did the same, chanting it for a minute as they tapped their hands on the table. Nadeem smiled and rubbed his face, clearly a bit overwhelmed.
He held up his hand, silencing the table. “I want to raise a toast to Agent Hobbs, who's surgery was succesfull and the doctor's say he will make a speedy recovery. He hopes to be back here as early as next week.”
You clapped your hands shortly, happy to hear Hobbs was going to make a full recovery. You and the other agents raised your glasses “To Agent Hobbs.” they say as you clinked glasses.
The next hour was filled with stories from the other agents, stories about past missions. Funny anecdotes and sometimes jokes so lame they still made you laugh.
The conversation had been about you at some point, of course they were going to want to ask you things as you were still pretty new to the unit. You tried to answer them as honestly as you could and avoided talking about your past before the FBI. For all you cared, the past was dead and buried and you would keep it that way.
Coming here had been a great decision, you loved the atmosphere this place had. The warm colors of the interior. Great beer, good people to talk to, and then your eyes fell on it. A dartboard, and it looked like it was one of the older types. You shoved your chair back and stood as they were listening to a story someone had to tell. You walked over to the dartboard, this thing has obviosly been used many, many times as tiny holes covered every inch of it's surface. A smile grew on your face as you grabbed the darts of the board. It had been so long since you held one of these in your hands. You remembered the first time you had gotten your own set of darts, you were still young when you got them. They brought back fond memories as you studied them. The flights had an eagle on them, just like yours. You were never really good at the game, probably due to a lack of patiency. You held one of the darts and aimed at the dartboard before you threw it. It landed perfectly next to the board, as you had expected after all this time.
“Auwch. Now I know what secondhand embarrassment feels like.” Dex's voice came from behind you and you looked over your shoulder as he came to stand next to you with raised eyebrows.
Rolling your eyes you groaned “Shut it, Poindexter.” of course he had to see that happen.