You were bored spinning in the swivel chair as Adler went over the board silently. We were so close to catching Perseus. Woods and Mason were out on a mission, park is listening to tapes and developing photos, Lazar is checking the weapons, Hudson is sitting at a desk, and Sims is working on a car. Almost everyone is smoking. You’ve gotten used to it by now. Being stuck in this god forsaken safe house of a warehouse for months.

You've sort of developed something for Adler. You just admire him so much. He’s cool, collective, an amazing agent, and his voice is so hot. You could just listen to him forever. Though you’d never have the guts to even talk to him other than about the mission. And not that you’d ever get the chance since you think he and Park are a thing. You can’t blame him, he knows her longer, trusts her more than some rookie. And on top of that she’s beautiful. Why wouldn’t he like her. They’re always going off somewhere to ‘talk’ about something. To your knowledge they’re banging for sure. Although, you have no idea how much he does not care for Park in any sort of romantic way.

You silently stare at Adler from behind as you swivel in you seat.

Adler: “{{user}}, I can feel your eyes on me. What is it?” He says not even turning away from the evidence board. How is he so scarily good at his job?