'Miss Dalton? It's the CIA.' (Pixilicious & Verse)
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				Title: <strong>'Miss Dalton? It's the CIA.' (Pixilicious &amp; Verse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verse</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 04:05:21</strong>
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				One hand was on the cellphone, holding it open and looking at the number he had sitting on his contact list. He had picked up the phone at least five times in the past twenty minutes, each time getting to this exact spot in the process and balking. The last thing she wanted to hear was probably some guy right now, especially him. How was that on the long list of things to have happen after your man turned out to be a sleaze? Getting a call from a man you hardly knew past first name basis try to console you. And yet that argument kept falling through and this time, he couldn't actually keep his thumb from hitting the button.<br><br>He'd gotten home half an hour ago from work. He'd heard all about it from Thomas at work, the guy was a no good punk and he hadn't learned how Thomas had known but he hadn't really cared. Thomas was his control officer and when they met, they usually only talked about work or Thomas' family. They were as close as could be without being 'friends', more like mentor and student but not even that close. Mostly, it was because in their line of work, they pretty much only talked as equals to each other. He'd known Thomas' daughter Emma though for a few years, in a sort of casual friendship way. They were reasonably close in age and he'd come to Thomas' home a few times to discuss things and ended up getting invited to dinner or some family activity.<br><br>He heard the ring even before he put his ear to the phone and he sighed a little bit to himself, wondering what the hell he was doing. He was sitting at a desk in his work clothes at about seven-thirty. He should've been reading. Or better yet, working on what was in his briefcase. Threat assessments and asset reports didn't read and finalize themselves. He could've been catching up on his sleep. He he didn't hang up. Because in the end, he liked Emma. She was probably a close a friend as he had, though that was saying a vast amount about his social life and this would have been the third man to leave her hanging. And that was just the ones her father knew about and had told him about.<br><br>Still, despite his intentions and his honest want to make sure she was alright, he couldn't help but feel like he was going to make it worse. Her heart gets stomped, she's hurt and who calls to cheer her up? Not someone who can help, just the guy who- Click. "Emma? It's Daniel."<br><br>Just the guy who works with her father and blows things up for a living. Who else?
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Miss Dalton? It's the CIA.' (Pixilicious &amp; Verse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 04:30:20</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Emma had been in the process of holding back another bout of her tears as she heard her phone ring.&nbsp; If it was that sonofabitch ex of hers, she swore that she was going to break something.&nbsp; She didn't want to hear from him right now.&nbsp; Everything that he had fed her for the past year, all the excuses that he had made were just that--excuses.&nbsp; For the twentieth time that night, she tried to tell herself that it didn't matter what Eric had done to her.&nbsp; She was over it and better off without him.&nbsp; Still, she was losing that battle very fast.<br><br>The truth of the matter was that she had been in love with the man.&nbsp; He was probably the first guy that she had fallen hard for, and he had to turn out to be a dumbass of the worst kind.&nbsp; She had believed his lies, catered to everything he wanted, but never in her wildest dreams would she imagine that she would walk into what she did a few days ago.&nbsp; She had found him in bed, with another woman.&nbsp; From the kind of words that had come out of the other girl's mouth, she thought that she was the only one in dear Eric's world.<br><br>To say that she had been embarrassed beyond belief was the understatement of the year.&nbsp; She hadn't gone out since the incident.&nbsp; She couldn't face her friends.&nbsp; Emma had always thought that she would be the one that would make the right decisions, and here she had fucked up by trusting a man that she didn't feel like she knew anymore.&nbsp; Sure, he had tried to call her, but she refused to take his calls.&nbsp; He had tried to come visit her, but she wouldn't let him in.&nbsp; It was then that she thought that staying with her parents for a bit would get him off of her back.<br><br>Emma pushed her thoughts from her head, and focused on answering her cell.&nbsp; She looked at the screen, expecting it to be Eric, her hand already on the reject button.&nbsp; She stopped, doing a double-take when she saw a number that she recognized, but hadn't been expecting.&nbsp; Her father's colleague.&nbsp; Probably looking for her father, who was off somewhere. "Hello?&nbsp; Daniel...Hey!" she said, taking a deep breath to keep the shakiness from her crying out of her voice.&nbsp; "It's nice to hear from you again.&nbsp; If you're looking for my father, he's not here," she told him.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Miss Dalton? It's the CIA.' (Pixilicious &amp; Verse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verse</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 04:41:29</strong>
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				Her voice when she picked up sounded, well, pretty much like he had expected her to sound. Shaken, hurt, holding back tears and just plain broken. He didn't wait more than a second to respond, after she spoke about how her father wasn't there. He, for once, wasn't calling for Thomas. "No, uh, I'm not looking for your dad." he said, shifting as he leaned back in the office chair he had at his desk. How to phrase...Well, blunt seemed to work best. It might make her smile. "I just got home from work a little bit ago and your dad had told me what happened..." and he smiled a bit, trying to get this next part out without feeling embarrassed. "...Well, I knew you really cared about that guy and I just wanted to make sure you were alright. Your Dad has to work late on something so he won't be home for a while, I was just wanting to keep you from going nuts alone. And maybe tie up your phone so if he's calling, you won't notice." he said, grinning a little sheepishly at the last comment.<br><br>Even if she couldn't see his face, he still felt a bit nervous. He hadn't talked to Emma alone in a long time...<br><br>Shifting, he pulled himself out of his chair and walked over towards the window, looking out at the sky as he said "So...Are you alright? I don't mean to bug you if you just want to be alone but..." and admitting the next part took a little something from him. "Well, I was worried." he admitted. He was twenty-seven years old and he was still grinning, nervous and even a little blushy when it came to talking to a woman. It wasn't hard at all when he was at work. Talk, get what you needed, get away before she picked up on who you were.<br><br>Emma was different, she was a sweet girl that didn't matter to any project or operation. She mattered to him as a friend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Miss Dalton? It's the CIA.' (Pixilicious &amp; Verse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 17:05:11</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Emma smiled as she heard what Daniel had to say.&nbsp; She always knew that the two of them got along well, but she never really thought that he actually cared about her enough to check up on her after her asshole boyfriend broke her heart. "Did my father put you up to this?" she asked, knowing that sometimes her father's caring went a little overboard.&nbsp; A slight blush crept into her cheeks as she thought about this, the embarrassment of having her father tell his coworkers that his daughter needed to be checked up on not sitting entirely well with her.<br><br>Emma heard the sincerity and the nervousness in Daniel's voice and she had to wonder why it was he was behaving that way with her.&nbsp; "Thank you," she said softly.&nbsp; "I appreciate it...I don't like being in this house by myself, especially with what's happened between Eric and I.&nbsp; It's weird," she said softly.&nbsp; "I don't want to be alone, but I don't want to go our or anything either.&nbsp; I don't want to have my friends put up with my sullen mood.&nbsp; I'm one of those girls I never thought I'd be.&nbsp; The one that is mopey and weepy when she leaves her jackass boyfriend.&nbsp; I mean, that makes me the hypocrite, right?&nbsp; He was the one that fucked up, and I know I'm better off without him, but I can't help but be miserable."<br><br>She caught herself, realizing that she was rambling about things to a man that probably didn't want to hear her miseries.&nbsp; "I'm sorry," she said softly.&nbsp; "I didn't mean to rant at you.&nbsp; It's just...interesting.&nbsp; He's not the first man that I've dated, but, to me, they're all the same.&nbsp; They date me because I'm a pretty face, and I look good on their arms.&nbsp; There's nothing else there, though.&nbsp; They never take the time to get to know me.&nbsp; They don't see that behind the blonde hair and the blue eyes, I'm actually smart, and I can hold a conversation.&nbsp; They're too busy trying to get into my pants to notice."<br><br>Emma sighed, catching herself again with the ranting.&nbsp; "Is it like that for guys, too?" she asked.&nbsp; "Do you ever have the problem of a girl only wanting you for what you look like, or how easily they can get into your bed?" she asked, running a finger through her hair even though she knew that he would not be able to see it.&nbsp; "You probably don't do you?" she questioned, knowing that she was slowly getting a bit agitated with the conversation, but that she also needed to get it out to someone.<br><br>"Uggh," she groaned standing up and pacing the living room.&nbsp; "I don't want to be in this house by myself," she muttered, feeling like the walls were currently closing in on her.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Miss Dalton? It's the CIA.' (Pixilicious &amp; Verse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verse</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 17:35:21</strong>
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				He couldn't help but chuckle at the idea of Thomas putting him up to it. The man might've tried on another day but considering that work was probably hell right now, he didn't think it would have happened. "No, he didn't put me up to it." he said, smiling as he sat down on the edge of his window a little. "Though I'm sure if I tried I could get a thank you from him for this. You know how he is with you." he teased a little back as he tried to relax about this entire thing. He was just talking to a friend...Right?<br><br>The way she spoke made a little pang go through his heart though and he held back all the hallmark greeting card sympathies he thought up, instead going for the tactic of 'honesty' that he'd heard so much about. "Well...I guess in a way, but it's not something you can really be like that over. You loved him and he hurt you. If you didn't get like this over him, it'd mean you didn't care about him in the first place." he explained carefully, though when she spoke about not wanting to go to her friends, he did a bit of a 'mm' and said "It might help to see them, but if you're not up to it then don't worry about it." he assured her, trying to get her to cheer up a little.<br><br>He wasn't exactly the kind of guy other men talked to about their dating habits but in his work, he'd seen the type of thing she started describing now. "It's okay Emma. I called, remember? I want to hear all about it." he assured her once more, working through the nervous edge to his thoughts by focusing on her. Which worked strangely well. He really didn't know what to say to her as she talked about how men treated her, though...Everything that came to mind was either Hallmark-esque or sounded like he was coming onto her. When she was done with that however, he shifted a bit and decided to just say -something-. "I...Well, guys can be like that. Thinking with the wrong head, I guess. But I know plenty of guys who're a lot less concerned with that...Hell, I- no, some probably care more about if you like to curl up and read a book together than anything else."<br><br>Smooth as silk, Daniel. Smooth as -silk-.<br><br>Emma didn't seem to notice his stumbling too badly and he found himself a little quiet at her next question. He wasn't sure he wanted to answer her, because that was territory he didn't particularly want to delve into. And he didn't think she'd want to hear his real answer. But instead of letting her hang, he settled on a half truth. "Sometimes. But most of the time, women tend to not be as concerned with it...I can't explain it better than this old saying I heard. 'A man looks incomplete without a woman but a woman always looks good'." and he stopped that line of thinking now. No use thinking of his past now.<br><br>The last thing she said had a thought cross Daniel's mind. One that he was rapidly thinking of acting on, one he was probably going to regret. Or at least his wallet was going to regret...<br><br>"Well...Is there anyone you would go see? Or..." and he paused. He didn't know how to ask it or even what possessed him to ask it. She was in need of company, yeah, but him? That...Might not have been a good idea. Being around another man might make things worse. But at the same time, he honestly felt like showing her that not all men were pigs. That might help her..."Or, maybe I could keep you company? I mean...I could take you out to dinner, or maybe you would like to come over?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Miss Dalton? It's the CIA.' (Pixilicious &amp; Verse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 18:14:23</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I...I don't want to put you out," she said softly.&nbsp; "I love the offer, but I know you just got in from a hard day at work.&nbsp; I don't want to impinge on your relaxation time," she told him.&nbsp; "I know that having relaxation time with your job isn't always something that you get, especially when working with a hardass as my father.&nbsp; And no," she added.&nbsp; "You don't have my permission to tell him that..."&nbsp; She laughed on the other end of the phone, thinking about how easy it was to have him talk to her, and that she was able to be somewhat relaxed around him.&nbsp; He was safe.&nbsp; She liked safe.<br><br>"But, if you're sure that it won't be a problem," she murmured, nibbling on her bottom lip.&nbsp; "I could come over," she said.&nbsp; "I'll bring dessert and wine," she said.&nbsp; "We can just hang out for a bit," she murmured, hoping that she did not sound too much like a high school child.&nbsp; She knew that Daniel was older than herself, but she wasn't sure just how much more older.&nbsp; "I'm not a very hard person to keep company," she said softly.&nbsp; "I just like to talk and relax.&nbsp; I am not looking for anything overly active tonight.&nbsp; I just...don't want to be alone."<br><br>"Would that be alright?&nbsp; If I came over?" Emma murmured, but then feeling a bit dumb as she did so.&nbsp; He wouldn't have offered for her to come over if he didn't want her over.&nbsp; Unless, of course, he was trying to be polite and she just didn't get the hint.&nbsp; Fuck!&nbsp; She thought, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples as she thought about this.&nbsp; She didn't like feeling so unsure of herself and everyone else around her.&nbsp; She was going to kill Eric the next time that she saw him.&nbsp; Furthermore, she wasn't going to feel sorry for doing so.<br><br>"Are you sure this is a good idea?" she asked, going back on her thoughts.&nbsp; "I don't want to intrude," she told him.&nbsp; "It's okay.&nbsp; You can say no.&nbsp; I won't be offended," she added quickly.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Miss Dalton? It's the CIA.' (Pixilicious &amp; Verse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verse</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 18:31:39</strong>
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				It was nice to see that he wasn't the only one who could stutter and be nervous about this conversation. Daniel moved from the window now carefully, standing up from it without tripping over himself. She kept bouncing between wanting to come over and not wanting to intrude, so when she finally got to the point she stopped to take a breath, he just smiled. "Emma, it's fine. I don't mind the company and you wouldn't be intruding at all. It's been a while since we've seen each other, too..." he added after speaking, a little chuckle coming to his lips now. "Do you want me to come over and pick you up? I can't imagine you feel like driving much." he asked after the thought came to him, causing him to offer rather swiftly.<br><br>In truth, his relaxation time wasn't going to change much. In fact, having her over was probably the best night he'd have had in weeks. Her father was a slave driver at times and to put it bluntly, working like he did, it was impossible to actually get much free time. The past few weeks he'd been flying back and forth between Algeria and the US pretty much non-stop trying to get an operation sorted out. He hadn't seen his home in weeks, let alone made and plans.<br><br>He decided to be witty and he grinned a bit now as he said "Anyway, I insist you come over and enjoy yourself. If you don't, I promise you I'll call your dad right now and tell him his little princess called him a hardass...Of course, knowing your father he'd probably tell me he was glad you'd notice." he joked, moving over to the door now to find his car keys, wherever he'd thrown them when he got home...
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Miss Dalton? It's the CIA.' (Pixilicious &amp; Verse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 19:25:47</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Alright," she said with a smile.&nbsp; "You can come pick me up.&nbsp; And, thank you again for letting me come spend some time with you tonight. I know you didn't have to offer, and it's definitely not in your job description to entertain your partner's daughter, so I appreciate the extra lengths that you go to make sure that I am in somewhat stable condition tonight."<br><br>Emma paused, looking down at what she was wearing.&nbsp; A pair of sweats and a t-shirt.&nbsp; She knew that was not the most attractive thing in the world, and she would have to go change before he got here.&nbsp; "I'm going to let you go," she said.&nbsp; "I need to go try and look presentable before you get here," she told him.&nbsp; "But, I'm definitely looking forward to seeing you soon," she told him, wondering, after the words came out if she was sounding a bit too suggestive with them.&nbsp; She clicked end on her phone, and set it down on the dresser, next to the bag that she always used.<br><br>Getting off the bed, she went to her closet and rummaged through, looking for the perfect outfit.&nbsp; Within two minutes, she had found it.&nbsp; It was a black dress, very flowy and somewhat loose.&nbsp; Definitely casual, yet fancy enough to be worn out at night.&nbsp; It would do nicely, she thought as she stripped off her clothes and slipped into the dress.&nbsp; The next task on her agenda was doing something with her hair, which she currently had pulled back in the most haphazard manner.&nbsp; She loosened the strands from their hold and shook out the cascading waves down her back, smoothing them out as they hung free.&nbsp; Just some light makeup--lipgloss and eyeshadow was what was left before she slipped into a pair of open back heels.<br><br>Grabbing her purse, she went downstairs, to make sure everything was locked up before Daniel arrived to get her.</span>
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				Post by: <strong>Verse</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 20:41:39</strong>
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				"It's not in my job description? Funny, I thought I told them to pencil that in...Daniel Janus: CIA Agent and Consoler of Women." he teased back at her, hoping the humor would be enough to keep her from getting any worse. When she mentioned her own outfit though, Daniel just grinned and fought back a 'women' comment, before looking down at himself. His work clothes weren't too casual or formal, so he figured they'd be fine enough. He just hoped she wasn't expecting the full five star restaurant treatment...He could cook, but it wasn't exactly master chef quality.<br><br>"Alright. I'll be over once I get some things out for dinner...Say, twenty minutes?" he asked, letting her answer before smiling and saying "I'm looking forward to seeing you, too." softly before he closed his phone and sighed a bit, stuffing it into his pocket. His preparations were a little big different than hers, though no less important. Chicken and pasta sounded good as he walked to the fridge but on an afterthought, the pasta bit didn't sound so good. He didn't want something to happen, like her spilling the pasta on her dress or something similar and in her mood, that might push her over an edge.<br><br>Settling for chicken and something a little less messy, he dug around for a bit before finding a package of frozen rice and sauce, deciding that something simple would suit just fine. Multi-tasking was Daniel's thing, it's what the man did and he used a window to make sure he looked presentable while he set the chicken in the oven and he set the rice in the pot, poured water on it and turned that on low before making sure there were no random flammable objects laying around his stove and then rushing to his bedroom.<br><br>His black hair needed combed down and his glasses needed a little bit of a shine. He looked into the mirror after he'd cleaned them off and found pale blue eyes staring back, smiling. He wasn't exactly a model, though he would at least admit he wasn't ugly. Skin a little pale but not white, his hairline a natural v over his forehead and with his hair pulled back with the comb, one could see the nice look of his face accented by a few boney parts. Paler lips than he really should have had and he considered trying to find his contacts but figured she knew him with glasses anyway...No sense in taking them off.<br><br>On his way out of the room he stopped and thought, reaching over for his dresser and looking through the drawer he opened until he found it. He hadn't worn it since he was a lot younger, for school, but as he pulled it on over his white work shirt, it fit perfectly. It was a black cloth vest, sleeveless. His shirt was a rather typical one for him, long sleeved and full white with a few patterned sews on it. As he stepped back out into the living room, he immediately decided against his tie and tugged it loose as he walked over towards the stove and made sure the rice pot was on the absolute lowest heat.<br><br>He was at the door and hanging the tie off his coat rack when he found his keys, in the pocket of his coat. He stuffed them into his dark gray slacks and opened the door, feeling a little chilly in the night air...And then reaching inside the door, pulling his coat off the rack but tucking it under his arms. If he was cold, he was sure that Emma was going to be chilly too. The coat was black and a little thick, with plenty of zippers and buttons decorating it. It was hoodless but it had a bit of a high collar. <br><br>His car wasn't exactly much to be impressed with. A simple black economobile that every government employee in the world drove, distinguished only by the fact his radio antennae had a small, foam cover on it that looked like Mickey Mouse's head. He knew where Thomas lived from visiting so often so it wasn't much trouble for him to remember how to get there as he pulled out of his driveway and down the street. His house was on a hillside overlooking the main part of town and was a good twenty yards from the other houses on this road. One thing, he liked his view and privacy. Mostly because one was a hobby and the other was a job requirement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Miss Dalton? It's the CIA.' (Pixilicious &amp; Verse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 21:25:24</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Emma was in the kitchen.&nbsp; She decided to finish her glass of wine from earlier.&nbsp; She wasn't much of a drinker, but she wanted something to calm her nerves, and so she had cracked open a bottle of wine.&nbsp; Now, it was almost half done, and there was no way that she was going to finish it tonight.&nbsp; She had promised that she would bring over wine and dessert, and she was going to deliver.&nbsp; She had made a trip downstairs to her father's wine cellar, looking for the perfect bottle that would go with their dinner.&nbsp; In other words, she had to find something that would go with almost anything.<br><br>She had something in the fridge for dessert.&nbsp; Before she had come home from work this afternoon, she had stopped by the supermarket and picked up one of those platters of cheesecake.&nbsp; The ones that had wedges of all different slices and varieties.&nbsp; Emma was sure that she would have fun with Daniel sampling them, since she wouldn't be able to finish the entire tray herself.&nbsp; She didn't want to seem like a slob while finishing the entire platter herself.&nbsp; No, she wouldn't do that.&nbsp; It was something that she doubted a man would find attractive.<br><br>She picked out the tray and placed it in a gift bag along with the wine.&nbsp; Emma placed it on the dining room table and then went back into the kitchen to rinse the wineglass that she had used and placed it in the dishwasher.&nbsp; Once she had closed the appliance, she heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.&nbsp; Since her mother was out tonight, and she had been told that her father was working late, she had every reason to believe that it was Daniel.<br><br>Smoothing down the front of her dress, she turned, and walked back into the living room.&nbsp; She didn't want to open the door right away and have it seem like she was waiting for him to purposely arrive.&nbsp; That would make her seem desperate, and she did not want to come off as desperate.&nbsp; But then, she frowned.&nbsp; Desperate?&nbsp; What?&nbsp; Where did those thoughts come from?&nbsp; It wasn't like she was going on a romantic date with a man.&nbsp; She was going to have dinner with a friend.&nbsp; A friend who was her father's coworker.<br><br>Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself and waited patiently for the doorbell to ring.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Miss Dalton? It's the CIA.' (Pixilicious &amp; Verse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verse</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 23:30:47</strong>
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				The entire drive over, he'd been in good spirits but his mind was trying to piece something together in a very quick and worried way. He was a good enough cook and she'd enjoy dinner, he didn't worry about that. He knew she was a light kind of person, she didn't expect much more than dinner and conversation to keep her mind off things. But what was driving him a little nuts was how things would go. She was still heartbroken and things would still be strained.<br><br>Did he flirt? Did he just act casual? Or did she come over expecting anything more than company? That thought made him groan and he nearly slapped himself. He was a few years her senior and she was his mentor's daughter for crying out loud. The same man who taught him how to survive at his job and he was thinking about his daughter like...A woman. Which clearly he was not allowed to do and if he looked hard enough he was sure he'd find some kind of contract her father made people sign in blood to only think of Emma as Thomas' darling princess.<br><br>He turned into the place that Thomas kept and he smiled a little without his own inclinations and looked out at it quietly from the window of his car. It wasn't exactly a small place and Daniel had always wondered how the hell Thomas lived with all that space. His own home had a large parlor room which was his kitchen, living room, dining room and study. Everything else was two bedrooms and two baths, plus the crawlspace up in the attic.<br><br>He opened the door after a moment and stepped out, tugging his coat with him and closing the door as he walked up to the front door. Two soft knocks and then he rang the doorbell once, stepping back a bit from the door so he wasn't pressed up to it when she opened it.
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