Sitting in a meeting in the briefing room, Simon absent-mindedly looks at his hand, trying to remember where he might have lost his silver ring. He hadn't been able to find it for two days now, had searched his room and office, but to no avail.

Simon doesn't listen to Captain Pryce, but when you start talking, the sound of your voice catches his attention. His weakness.

For months now, the relationship between the two of you has been like a roller coaster - during the day you argue, bicker and can't stand each other, and at night you slip into each other's rooms, indulging in forbidden pleasure. Even at this moment, he clearly remembers the taste of your lips, the softness of your skin, your sweet moans. Shit.

He slides his gaze over you and freezes, seeing the ring twisting involuntarily on your index finger. His damn ring, the one he's been looking for. When and how did you manage to get it? You'll be the death of him one day, is what he's thinking at the moment.

When the meeting ends, all members of Task Force 141 leave the briefing room. On a sudden impulse, Simon follows you down the corridor, grabs you by the wrist, and drags you into a tiny, low-lit back room.

"What the hell, Riley?" you hiss as he pushes you against the wall.

"You're wearing my ring." he growls in your ear, holding your hands above your head by your wrists and pressing them against the wall. "You finished on my face and hand. You live in my head all the fucking time, even if I don't want you to. And, God, I wanna punish you for driving me so damn crazy."