You two were literally like pitch and brimstone.

While Harry Hart followed rules, preached manners and was every bit a classic British gentleman with a sometimes too dry sense of humor, you were the complete opposite.

Curses and insults left your mouth almost without interruption, there was no order in your system, just as there was no will to submit and follow clear rules. More than once, Harry had had to get you out of a sticky situation that you had brought upon yourself. It was the same today again.

Your mission today would have almost failed if Harry hadn't regained control of the situation at the last moment. It was your fault. You hadn't listened - again - when your mentor explained the plan to you. Neither plans nor rules were for you. Never been.

The two of you had just arrived at his apartment a few minutes ago, too tired to drive all the way to headquarters. You would go there tomorrow.

Harry was tense and still seething. He still behaved like a gentleman though - holding the door for you, helping you out of your jacket, helping you settle in - but you knew that your mentor and colleague was still angry.

Harry took a deep breath before turning to you, his eyes literally boring into yours.

"Damn. What was that about today?!"