now with an aggravatingly sneaky smile on his face as he spoke to her.
Rosie caught the joke. “Let’s just get to work.” They started to sort through the mess that littered the floor, carefully checking and double checking every piece of paper before it was thrown in the trash. The silence was overwhelming when the glass company arrived, ready to replace the missing panels.
The men finished within a few hours, clearing out the shards that were still in place and placing beautifully tinted brand new glass in the office. They moved to the other room to replace the small windows in there. “It looks nice.” Grey commented on the big window.
“I know.” The detective was smiling as she surveyed it. Her hands were on her hips. “I’ve needed to replace these windows for a while. It’s just bad that it took this to make me do it.”
“Be grateful, if you would have replaced it before you would have just had to replace it again after they shot it up.”
“You’re probably right.” Rosie turned and started to clean some more glass off of the floor. It was a drawn-out process that involved a lot of mindless sorting. It was easy to start to head into ‘zombie’ mode and make mistakes that could get you cut. In fact, Rosie already had several cuts to show how much attention was needed; the glass had snaked above her gloves, cutting her forearm. “It doesn’t feel like we’ve done anything.”
“I don’t know. You’ve manage to clean up a good chunk of the floor. You’ve got a place to kneel now at the very least.”
“It’s not enough.” Rosie groaned. “I hate this.”
“Cleaning sucks.”
“This is why I have a cleaning lady come to my apartment once every couple weeks. I can pick up after myself, but I don’t deep clean.”
“This isn’t deep cleaning. This is spot cleaning.” The FBI agent commented; his dark brown hair was almost black in the newly shaded light. “It’s just like wiping up a spill.”
The witch scoffed at Grey. “This is one hell of a spill. Who spills broken glass everywhere?” She looked at her hand. “Cut myself again.”
“I don’t know, but I’m sure that someone does. Are you alright?”
“It’s just a small cut, nothing serious, but you might need some help, you’re the same special kind of crazy that Kevin is.”
“Who are you calling crazy.” He was baiting her and they both knew it.
She took the bait. “I’m calling you crazy.” She rose and started to walk towards him, carefully placing her feet so that she ground as little of the glass into the carpet as possible on the way through the giant mess.
Grey looked at her, a smile forming on his face. He stood to face her. “What do you think you’re going to do?” The question was taunting, teasing her, seeing how far she was going to go, what she was going to do about his teasing.
She got over to him, standing directly in front of him, craning her neck upwards because otherwise she would be looking at his chest. Her hands were on her hips. “I don’t know what is wrong with you. You just don’t stop, do you?”
“Nope, not at all.” Grey was still smiling. “I’m quite good at egging people on.”
“Why are you messing with me?”
“Because it’s pretty obvious that you need to take your mind off of some stuff and I thought that it would help. You aren’t thinking about your problems right now, are you?”
Rosie realized that he was right and she didn’t like that at all. Still she enjoyed the challenge he presented. She placed her forefinger in the center of his chest, poking at him. “You are a jerk.”
“Why yes, yes I am.” He was smiling down at her, feeling how close she was and he felt a little drunk at the sight of her. That was when he did something he never thought he would do. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, lowering his lips down to hers.
She didn’t resist, it was a pleasant surprise and she gave in to his embrace and moved
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