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Luther Wainwright: (The Mentalist) - Chapter 4

He thought for sure it would take longer, but you’d come back after two days completely neutral. You reported to him, spoke to him.

It was as if the whole thing didn’t happen.

That’s when he realized it.

Your approach was to just put it behind you and move on.

He expected nothing less.

There was nothing he could do about the matter, so he decided to focus on his job. It was the only thing he had that could squash the bitter feelings in his chest.

~

“Jane, I need your help.”

When you pulled him to the side, he could tell it was serious. He’s not oblivious to the tension. For the last couple days you haven’t so much as spared a glance in Wainwright’s direction. You’ve also started to take the stairs every morning from the sound of your winded breathing when you come in sometimes.

You’ve become cautious, careful. Jane is positive he knows why.

“What’s wrong?”

“I..I need you to hypnotize me.”

There’s a subtle look of confusion, then recognition.

“You want to forget about Wainwright.”

You nod, pulling at the bottom of your shirt.

“I have to do this job, I can’t do that knowing what I do. I need to forget, I have too.”

“You don’t mean that.”

You stammer.

“W-What are you talking about of course I do!”

“You think that’s the right decision, but I’m sure you realize that’s wrong. If you didn’t share those feelings you would have been able to easily look past it. If you forget, you’ll regret it forever.”

“Jane please.”

You’re begging and he shakes his head, taking your hand.

“I’m sorry but I can’t.”

It takes a lot for him to walk away, especially with you in that state. But he does, sending you a sympathetic smile.

You stand there, defeated. Jane was the only viable option.

What exactly are you supposed to do now?

Quit, change units?

No.

Wainwright is the one who started this mess. You shouldn’t have to pay for it. You just need to work.

Work will keep you grounded.

It has too.

For the next couple days, that’s what you do.

“Remember, just get him talking, we don’t have much on him so we can’t take him in. We just need to stall until Rigsby and Vanpelt find some evidence.”

You’ve done this more than once, so you don’t get why she’s being so overly cautious.

“I got it boss, I’m going in.”

So you did.

For the most part you did have it under control. The problem was he’d been trying to grope you all evening. Towards the end Lisbon had given you the signal. They found the weapon, as well as the bloodied clothes. So you were about to leave. With a friendly smile you made an excuse about needing to go because you were getting tipsy. You left the bar, and he’d followed you out.

At this point he was holding your wrist.

“I really should get going, Vince.”

“Come on sweetheart, don’t be like that, let's have some fun.”

His hand gropes your butt and that feels like the last straw. You spin around, landing a harsh blow. His head whips to the side, and you reach into your pocket, pulling out your cuffs.

“CBI, you’re under arrest.”

You shove him against a car just as Lisbon and Jane break the corner.

“She punched me in the nose!”

“You grabbed my butt, that’s assault.”

Jane is smiling as you restrain Vince. Lisbon takes over, sending you a look.

“Are you sure you’re okay (L/N)?”

“Yes, why wouldn’t I be?”

She says nothing, just nods, taking the idiot away.

“Nice hook.” Jane compliments.

Of course he would enjoy that.

After that, everything just falls in place. He’s being booked and it’s not even 4pm yet. 

Another win.

On to the next case.

“I think you should take the rest of the day off.” Lisbon says.

That’s not what you wanted to hear.

“What! Why? Because I sucker punched the guy? He’s a moron and a killer.”

“Yesterday you drop-kicked a suspect.”

“He had a knife!” You defend.

“Be that as it may, it's obvious that you have some things to sort out. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You can’t believe it. She’s benching you for doing your job. With a grumble, you pull your jacket off the back of your chair as you walk away angrily.

The days just seem to go from bad to worse lately.

~~

There’s a soft knock on the door. For a moment you assume it’s Lisbon, coming to give you a pep talk or inquire about what has you so agitated.

When you open the door, the last person you expected to see at your door late that night is Wainwright.

Although given your behavior lately you aren’t surprised.

“Sir, is there something I can help you with?”

You should remain professional.

“I’m just doing a wellness check, can I come in?”

You should scream no and slam the door in his face, but that will surely cause you to get fired. You’re on thin ice as it is.

“Come in.”

He enters, and you suddenly become aware that you’re not exactly sporting an outfit appropriate for company. You’re just in a baggy t-shirt. It’s long enough to hide the fact that you’re only wearing underwear.

“Agent Lisbon informed me of some incidents lately. Should I be concerned?”

You frown.

“No sir, everything is under control.”

“Really, because usually I don’t get complaints about my agents dropping kicking witnesses, or punching them in the nose.”

“He came at me first, I just reacted.”

“A drop kick seems more than excessive.”

“What exactly would you suggest I do then? Just let him jump me with a knife!”

It didn’t take a genius to see that you were annoyed. Wainwright stepped closer, eyes a bit worried.

“Is there something I should know about? Is everything alright (L/N)?”

The soft way he was now speaking just added to your frustration. It’s unfair. He has no right to look at you like that. Like he’d face the most awful criminal just to protect you.

“This is all your fault, why the hell did you have to tell me about your feelings! I even tried to get Jane to hypnotize me so I’d forget about it. All I can think about now is you and it’s driving me crazy. How am I supposed to do my job like this?!”

Confessing all of this was the last thing you should be doing, especially to your boss.

“Slow down, did you say you tried to get Jane to hypnotize you?”

You felt stupid.

Taking a step back you wrapped your arms around yourself protectively.

“I was fine when you were just this mean superior face we had to report to. Why the hell did you have to say anything to make that change..”

You look defeated, and he feels guilty.

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t good enough.”

He knows that nothing he can say will make up for what has already been said. He sees the tears and it adds to his turmoil.

“Please, please don’t cry, I can't..”

He can’t deal with it, seeing you so hurt. Against his better judgment he moves in and you’re caught off guard when he hugs you. You should offer some resistance, but his hands wrapped so protectively around your body is heavenly. You’ve always prided yourself on being strong, independent. When he holds you, you feel like you can lower that guard. His hand slides down your back and you return the embrace.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry (Y/N).”

He keeps apologizing and you feel like you’re going to fall apart all over again.

This is his fault, so why are you feeling sorry for him? You’re the one in a shitty position. The one who’ll be judged if anyone found out. You’ve worked hard to get where you are. He more than anyone should understand that.

You should hate him for putting you in this situation.

Yet..

As you pull away, you look at him. Truly look at him.

His eyes hold such tenderness that warms you. Jane’s words are engraved in your mind. You know deep down he’s right. If you didn’t return those feelings this would have easily been brushed aside. Some part of you must feel this attraction, that’s why it’s so hard for you.

When you look at him, he almost forgets about it all. The fact that the last thing he should be doing is touching you so softly. There’s too much temptation standing here in your home. He should leave. You look calmer. He’s done his job.

“I should leave.”

You seem to collect yourself, and you nod.

He’s still awfully close.

“Of course, have a safe trip back home sir.”

Sir.

Why does that suddenly irritate him? It’s the distance, it has to be. That word is built on professionalism. Something that he’d very much like to get rid of right now. His hand brushes your cheek and you look up.

“Sir..?”

“Stop calling me that.”

He doesn’t voice those words. He wouldn’t dare too, but he wishes at that moment that he was someone else. He wishes he could get you to indulge his fantasy, but it would be wrong. You’re still vulnerable. You rely on him, he shouldn’t.

“Luther.”

That name surprises him, and he’s about to say something, but you pull him in. Eyebrows rising he nearly jumps out of his skin. It must be an illusion. There’s no way that you’re actually kissing him.

Not a second after he registers it, he’s kissing you back. His hands tighten on your waist and you gasp when he backs you into the wall. Everything about him exudes strength and you’re shocked yourself when you grab his free hand and press it against your chest. He squeezes and you moan, opening your mouth for him to explore. He takes the invitation happily. You’re both barely apart long enough to catch a proper breath. He’s touching everything, exploring everything. You barely process it when his hand finds its way under your shirt.

Another hand slides between your legs and you finally get yourself to pull away to level your breathing. He still has you against the wall and you’re looking at him with a hint of awe and lust. He takes it in. He knows it’s wrong, but he loves the fact that you’re so rattled by him. So responsive. You're gripping at his shoulder.

“L-Luther..”

You sound so desperate. He never thought it would sound this good, coming from your lips.

“I’m sorry.”

He’s still apologizing, because he’s the one that should have walked away. He’d accept any hateful words you would have right now.

When you look at him, hate is the last emotion you feel. You’re just so lost on how you never realized before. His eyes emit an attraction that was more than just physical. How have you been around him for this long and never once suspected it? Better yet, how has he been able to function with these feelings all this time. Any other person would have broken down much sooner. But he’d probably talked himself into it everyday. Maintaining the mask. Keeping a front. Protecting himself. The same way you were determined to shelter yourself from any pain.

Right now, there’s only one thing you both need more than anything.

“Don’t stop Luther.”

He shakes his head.

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do.”

He presses his hand to the wall as he finally releases you, burying his face into your shoulder.

“Please don’t say it..if you don’t mean it."

You’ve never seen this man vulnerable.

Taking his cheeks in your hands, you lift his head. His eyes search for it, that fear, or maybe even disgust. All you do is smile.

You really were blind.

“If you stop now I won’t forgive you.”

An empty threat that brings him comfort.

You squeal when he picks you up, and you hold on, staring at him.

“Please don’t let this be a dream.”

His words seem to have become more honest. You just kiss him, and he responds, heading straight for your room. 

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Luther Wainwright (The Mentalist/Arrow)- Oneshot

The throbbing headache confirmed that once again Jane’s antics had gotten you into some deep mess.

You groaned, lifted your hands, but the shackles at your wrists prevented you from massaging the ache at the back of your skull. When you were finally able to collect yourself, a smiling Jane and displeased Wainwright were on the other side of the room.

“Hey Queen.”

You growled, and Wainwright sighed heavily.

“You said this was safe Jane!!” You fired.

“It was supposed to be. I didn’t think they would actually attack law enforcement.” Jane defended.

Both men were handcuffed to a pole. You were just laying on the floor. It’s clear your assailants expected you to be out longer. You never saw it coming when they struck you, no wonder your brain felt like it was going to explode.

“Why the hell did you have to piss off the mafia!!” Wainwright was annoyed for obvious reasons.

“It’s not my fault they're a bunch of killers.”

From the looks of your surroundings you were in some kind of storage room. Spacious. It was only a matter of time before they came back. You need to work fast.

You straightened the best you could against the wall, letting out a labored breath.

“Agent Queen, are you alright?” Wainwright sounds worried and you nod with a frown.

“Just peachy. “

This wasn’t looking great. Just as you were about to formulate a plan, the air shifted. When you could no longer hear the back and forth from Jane and Wainwright you looked up, no surprise they were both frozen.

“Damn it Oliver, I don't need your help!”

He stepped out from the shadows, arms folded.

“It’s nice to see you too sis.” His sarcasm was expected.

“Aren’t you some sentinel being or something. Shouldn’t you be frolicking in some celestial meadow. I keep telling you that I have this handled.”

“It looks handled.”

“I don’t need a babysitter okay, I was just taking a breather before I saved these two.”

“I know.”

His expression softened, and your anger dissipated, eyes lowering. The reason you were often angry was how sudden he’d seem to vanish. His sacrifice was necessary, you understood that, but it still hurt. Once every couple years he’d pop in and as much as you acted pissed, you were always happy to see that at least he was okay.

“That’s for looking out, Oliver. I..I love you.”

He smiled, kneeling as he placed a hand on your cheek, kissing your forehead.

“I love you too, tell Thea I said hello.” You grin.

“Will do.”

He returned the smile, eyes glowing green.

“Make sure you show those guys everything I taught you.”

That makes you smirk.

“You know I will.”

One blink and he’s gone. Suddenly you feel a bit more energized. His visits always tended to do that.

“Alright, we’re getting out of here.”

“Your newfound confidence is inspiring but we’re all still bound.” Jane retorts.

You rolled your eyes, and when he saw you grab your right thumb he was a bit confused. You broke the bone and they both flinched. Without missing a beat you slipped your hand out of the cuff.

“How long have you been able to do that?” Wainwright seems both impressed and terrified.

“Pretty long.” You popped the bone back in place and they flinched again.

“That’s unsettling.” Jane speaks.

“If we stay here trust me, a broken thumb would be the least of our problems.”

Moving over to them, you freed them from the cuffs. Since you no longer had your weapons, the only solution was to fight.

“Stay here.” Your order made Wainwright do a double take.

“Excuse me, there’s no way I’m letting you walk out there and-”

His lecture was interrupted when the door opened and a man walked in with a gun.

All he did was lift it and you were on him in seconds. You grabbed his arm, bending it over your shoulder when you spun around and he screamed as the bone broke, effectively dropping his gun. His body fell and you grabbed the gun. Checking the bullets, you kneeled searching his pockets. You smiled when you found the phone.

“Jackpot.” You tossed it to Wainwright who caught it easily.

“Call the calvary, we’re gonna need it.”

Your assailant was still groaning on the ground.

“A few ambulances too, things are about to get messy.”

He intended to ask what exactly that meant, but you rushed out the door just as the gunshots started to go off. Wainwright ducked, quickly dialing a number as he alerted the police of the predicament. Jane would jolt every time he heard a gun go off. For the next few moments all they could hear was yells of pain and gunshots.

When it finally ended, Wainwright lowered the cellphone hesitantly and Jane stayed behind the door shaking his head.

“I’m not going out there.”

Wainwright just groaned in frustration as he grabbed the handle. He was cautious, just barely peeking out the door. He was stunned at the sight when he pushed it open all the way. Jane followed behind, careful to stay behind him.

He looked around at the many bodies on the floor. At least a dozen men. All of them seemed to be breathing. Indications of blood splatter on their legs and a few that appeared to be at the shoulder. Wainwright heard movement and he spun around just as you did. You lowered your gun with a smile, the single cuff still hanging off your wrist.

“Oh, it’s just you. Did you call for help?”

He nodded a bit distracted.

“Agent, did you..do this?”

“Well I wasn’t gonna sit around and wait for them to send us swimming with the fishes.”

You slipped your gun into the back of your pants, moving over to them.

“Jane was right though, I found your killer. It was Don’s second in command.”

“That’s great, did you see him?” Wainwright asked.

“Oh yeah he’s here somewhere.”

You looked around at the bodies, searching for the man. When you spotted him you grin. You walked to the wall. He was moaning at the bullet wound in his thigh. You grabbed him by the edge of his suit pants, pulling him over. He yelled as you dragged him all the way over to Wainwright. Dropping his leg harshly, you just smiled.

“He confessed to everything, when Lisbon gets here he’s going to show us the murder weapon and the money he stole, isn’t that right?”

He nodded, desperate.

“Yes! Yes I’ll tell you anything just get this crazy chick away from me!!”

“Aww, that’s not nice. Don’t make me shoot you again sweetie.” He looked scared and you just sent a thumbs up at Wainwright.

“You’re a terrifying woman.” Jane comments.

In that moment they both realized that it was good that you’d decided to become a cop instead of a criminal.

~~

Lisbon made it with the team in record time. While you sat in the back of an ambulance having your head checked out, officers were raiding the warehouse. Cho and Rigsby were on their way to get the evidence needed to put your criminal away for life. Jane seemed to be telling Lisbon a tale of how you’d taken down a room full of armed men. If his wild hand gestures were anything to go off.

Wainwright walked over to your side and the medic moved to give you both a moment.

“Great work today Agent.”

“Thanks, but I can’t take all the credit. My brother helped me.”

“Your brother?”

You nod. It sounded a bit crazy. You knew that. They were all aware that your brother had passed away. At least as far as they knew. You couldn’t exactly tell them he’d sacrificed his mortal life to pursue an immortal one for the good of the world.

That would be a mouthful.

“He’s always looked out for me when I’m in a bind. Sometimes he’ll just show up. Give me a little pep talk.”

Your wistful expression made him smile.

“Well I hope your brother knows I’m grateful. Our department appreciates all the help you always offer on these types of cases. The FBI is lucky to have you.”

“Thank you, I’m always happy to help. I’m glad you’re okay Wainwright.”

You’ve always been an ally of the CBI. Especially when a certain special agent was the one asking.

“Thanks to you.” He took a seat next to you, bumping your shoulder.

“You need to show me that trick.”

“What trick?”

“The thumb one, it’ll come in handy for future cases when I have to deal with Jane. Chances are we’ll end up getting chained again. I need to be prepared.”

You laugh, because there’s a lot of truth to that.

“I think you’ll need more than that trick to get you out of messes with Jane.”

“You’re probably right. I guess that means you’ll have to teach me everything you know.”

You’re a bit confused by the statement, but his little smirk becomes easy to read. You actually blush.

“Stop flirting with my sister.”

You bat the air behind you.

“Go away Oliver.” You mutter under your breath.

Wainwright quirks a brow.

“Sorry?”

“N-Nothing. I was just saying that it’ll take more than a few lessons.” You cover. He smiles.

“Then I guess we have our work cut out for us.”

You wear a silly smile that’s definitely very transparent. Wainwright leans over, placing a kiss on your cheek that becomes red the second he pulls away.

“I’ll see you later, Agent.”

You nod, and he stands, buttoning his suit as he walks over to the news anchors that have begun gathering behind the police tape. You admire his gait as he walks away, letting out a content sigh.

“That was hard to watch.” Oliver comments.

“Why are you still here, beat it! We survived and I might get a boyfriend out of this. Life is great, so go and frolic.”

“I don’t frolic.”

“Whatever, just get lost and you better not pop up when I finally bag a date with the guy. I don’t want to have to explain why I’m talking to my invisible celestial brother.”

“If I erase him then you won’t have to worry about it.”

You laugh, because he’s certainly joking. However when you turn his expression is neutral.

“O-Oliver I’m serious if you touch him I’ll kill you this time!”

Even as a higher being he still insisted on making your life hell.

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Luther Wainwright: (The Mentalist) - Chapter 6 - Final

It’s still a little hard to grasp.

You can’t say that you truly believe it.

You're laying right there in bed next to Wainwright and you still don’t believe it. He’s asleep and there’s a smile on his face. You smile, because you were so sure that the right choice was to ignore this. But how can this be wrong when everything in this moment feels…right.

Your fingers trace a pattern over his shoulder blades, giggling softly when he shifts. He must have heard, because he stirs, turning his head over on the pillow. His hair is a terrible mess, but he’s never looked more handsome.

The moment he sees you, that ghost of a smile gets brighter.

“Good morning.”

His voice is still laced with sleep, and your cheeks flush at the sound.

“Good morning Luther.”

His eyes twinkle at your words.

“You called me Luther again, I like it.”

He leans closer, leaving a kiss on your cheek. When he parts, he takes the opportunity to just look at you. His eyes reveal so much. He looks so happy, so complete at that moment just admiring you. This all still feels like a dream, because it seems almost impossible that Wainwright had been admiring you with those eyes all this time and you never knew.

That’s why you have to ask, you need to know.

“When did you know?”

His brows knit.

“Know what?”

You’re trying to phrase it differently, but you finally decided that there’s no use beating around the bush.

“That you had feelings for me.”

There’s a brief change in his eyes, and he looks somewhat distant. You can understand why. You can’t imagine how many times he told himself that these feelings could not be reciprocated. How many months he came in everyday and watched you so close, but completely out of his reach.

“It was that week after we’d gotten Jeff Keller, do you remember that?”

You nod.

How could you forget, Keller was the one that killed a few agents and threatened Wainwright’s life.

“I’ve already spoken to the press. We’ve made an arrest.”

Wainwright ended the call so aggressively you were a bit convinced that he would throw the phone. He’s been preoccupied for obvious reasons. It’s probably why he hasn’t realized that you’re standing in his office. The second he lifts his head, you see the way he adjusts himself. Like he’s putting on that professional mask.

“Agent, how can I help you?”

He closes the door, walking over to his desk. The first thing he does is run through the stack of files. He’d been in protective custody for the last week, so it’s no wonder that the work has piled up.

“Can you believe this, I was out for just a week and it’s probably higher than Santa Claus's gift list.”

It’s a joke that he tries to relay, but you can see past it. A week ago he’d been shot at. It was a kill shot, you all knew that. Jane also confirmed. Your criminal was trying to make a statement, instill fear in someone of higher status. Wainwright handled it as well as anyone would expect. It’s never easy to deal with almost dying. One inch closer and that could have been it.

Wainwright hasn’t taken any time off since the perp was caught and he’s at work acting like nothing has happened. But you can see through it. The slight tremor when he moved the files to go through them. He’s putting up this tough act, but it’s possible that he hasn’t spoken to anyone about this yet. He’s been through the program enough to know what to say to a psychologist to be cleared for duty. He knows the game well, too well.

“I guess I can’t exactly complain about the paperwork can I?”

Another joke, but his laughter lacks the ease that he’s forcing himself to portray.

“I’m here for you sir.”

Five words and he’d stopped all action.

“I might not be a captain like my father, but I know what that type of fear can do to someone. It’ll eat you up inside. You need to accept that it happened. You almost died. You were almost killed.”

His expression shows the vulnerability you know he’s been trying so hard to hide. His jaw is clenched tightly.

“I’m the boss, I’m not supposed to show fear.”

“You’re also human, and humans get scared.”

His expression falls, and you see a single tear stream down his cheek. That’s when you understand. This entire time he’s been pretending that it’s fine. That in those fleeting seconds he hadn’t seen his life quite literally flash before his eyes. You step closer, and he has his head low. You know he doesn’t want to show any more weakness.

With one last step, you take his hand, and the trembling stops. He looks up, and you pull him in, wrapping your hands around him.

“We’re a team, a family. It’s okay to ask for help sir.”

There’s a slight tremble and he finally returns the embrace, hugging you tightly. You rub his back, hoping to give him the reassurances that there was nothing wrong with understanding how absolutely terrifying it was to face such an ordeal.

“We’re right here.”

As his mind trails back, all he feels is grateful. Your insight had pushed him to speak more openly about the situation. After a few weeks, the weight felt lighter, almost nonexistent.

“I knew how everyone saw me. In their eyes I was a kid from some rich political family that got the job through connections. No one in that unit thought I would last a year there, but you did. Not just you but Lisbon, even Jane. You all leaned on me, treated me like a superior. Not some spoiled entitled child. I respected you, admired you. At least that’s how it started."

It makes sense.

“From that moment I’ve wanted nothing more than to protect you, even if it was from myself. You’re important to me.”

Looking at him, you can see how much he cares for you. How hard he’d tried to remain at a distance for your sake.

“Maybe it’s time that I protect you.”

Such a simple statement makes him so happy. His hand brushes your cheek.

“You already have.”

He leaves a kiss on your lips, then another, and another. Pretty soon his hands are pulling the sheets away to feel your skin. You smile, pulling him in close, relishing in the moment.

Your future might be undecided, but at least you know for sure about his feelings, and your own. 

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Luther Wainwright (The Mentalist/Arrow)- Extra

“Agent Queen, it’s good to see you.”

Lisbon’s greeting makes you smile. 

“You too, I’m glad you’re still kicking. With Jane as a partner I assume that you guys are basically running for your lives every other day.” 

“Hah, you’re hilarious.” He calls from his spot on the couch. You just look over with a grin. 

“So are you here to help with the Tanner case?” Vanpelt asks. 

“Yeah, Wainwright sent me the file. The FBI has been keeping tabs on him after he killed that gang member. We didn’t think he’d come back to California. I can’t say I feel sorry for some of the people he has taken down but we can’t have a citizen running around the country dropping bodies. They sent me over to help. Partly because I’m good at my job and partly because Jane pissed off Keller so he’s gonna be taking a break from the CBI for the next couple decades.” 

Lisbon sighs. 

“We appreciate the help.” 

“Always down for an exciting case. I’ll go check in with Wainwright.” 

“Alright.” 

You wave as you walk out the bullpen. 

It’s been a little over a month since your last case with the team. You have to admit that it’s never dull with this bunch. By the time you make it to Wainwright’s office you knock. He calls for you to enter and you do.

“Agent Queen, glad you could make it.” 

You nod, walking to his desk. 

“I did a brief analysis of what you guys have on the plane ride here. Have there been any more leads? Apart from his brother I see no reason for him to come back to California. As of right now his brother is in the wind, so what other angle do you think he’s working?” 

Wainwright opens the file as he stands, moving around the desk as he hands it to you. 

“From what we gather he’s going down a certain pattern. He’s targeting gangs by the level of violence. The Playboys were into trafficking. Wayman’s crew were recruiting kids and dealing in high schools. According to this he’ll be after this laundromat next. It’s a front for another gang that has recently started operating.” He points to the small map and you nod. 

“Damn, this guy is efficient, I’ll give him that. Last week we stopped a major arms deal because of his little raid. I’d thank the guy for his help if he wasn’t just popping people.” 

Wainwright nods in agreement. 

“As noble as he thinks it is, citizens taking the law into their hands is dangerous. We need to stop him.” 

Closing the file, you turn to him. 

“Just tell me where you need me and I’m there.” 

A smile makes its way on his face and the shift in his posture has you blushing just a bit. 

“I admire how passionate you are, Agent, I would love to have someone with your skills in my department.” 

You stammer.

“I-I’m sure that y-you already have a lot of qualified workers here.” 

He’s still wearing that flirtatious smile. You’ve been talking with Wainwright back and forth for the last few weeks. Mostly over the phone. Given your workload and his, it’s hard to have regular visits. That’s why he’s always welcomed the interagency collaboration. 

“Are you sure there is nothing I can do to convince you?” 

He takes a step closer and you’re a little too distracted to answer the question. 

The knock at his door interrupts and he shifts his gaze. 

“Who is it?” 

“Your favorite employee~” Jane calls. Wainwright just rolls his eyes. 

“Come in.” 

The door opens and he perks up the minute he sees you both.

“Oh, I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.” 

“What do you want Jane?” 

“We just spotted Tanner, Lisbon wanted to know if you were interested in taking a little field trip.” 

“Yes, I’d like to join. We’ll be out shortly.” 

“Well don’t take too long you love birds.” Jane sends another smile as he leaves. Wainwright just grumbles and you smile. 

“We should probably get going.” 

Wainwright nods, gesturing for you to lead the way. 

You all gather in the bullpen. You only slow your steps when you catch sight of a certain brunette. 

“Barry?”

He turns and you’re smiling. You practically jump into his arms. He laughs, hugging you happily. Wainwright doesn’t miss the interaction, neither does the rest of the team. 

“You two know each other?” Lisbon asks. 

“Yeah, we’re good friends. What are you doing all the way in California Barry?” 

“I was in the neighborhood shopping for Iris and then Joe told me about the case. The CBI contacted CCPD this morning. Since I was already in the area I told him I’d pop in and provide any help that I could with the forensics.”

You can’t believe it, this case is getting better by the second. 

“This is great, it feels like old times.” You say with a grin. He nods, then finally turns to the expectant gazes. It’s clear that introductions are in order. 

“Barry Allen, nice to meet you all.” He introduces.

Wainwright is the one who steps forward.

“Special Agent Luther Wainwright, it’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Allen. We appreciate any help. This case has become a top priority. The more hands on deck the better.” He shakes Barry’s hand and your smile gets wider. 

“Trust me, with Barry’s help this case is practically solved. At CCPD there was never a crime we couldn’t handle. “ 

You’re speaking literally considering some of the criminals you had to deal with. 

Wainwright pulls his hand away. 

“That’s great, we should probably get going.” 

“Lead the way.” Barry says excitedly. 

You giggle, locking elbows with Barry as you both head out. Jane rolls up to Wainwright's side.

“They’re close, I wonder what kind of relationship they have.” 

Wainwright brushes it off, walking out. Lisbon just sends Jane an unimpressed look. 

“Stop messing with him.” 

“But it’s so fun.” 

She just walks off. 

The drive is spent with notes being exchanged about the criminal you’re about to face.  Lisbon had advised Cho, Rigsby and Vanpelt to set up on the back entrance while the rest of you took the front. 

“Apparently he’s been held up in this abandoned factory. We’re not sure what kind of weapons he has in there. The place could be booby trapped. We need to proceed with caution.” Lisbon informs. She looks around when she notices a person missing. 

“Where did Allen go?” 

“Right here, the warehouse is clear. I handcuffed Tanner to the back door.” He’s standing at the side of the car now.

They all stare at him in shock, but you just grin. He really couldn’t help himself. Lisbon reaches for her radio. 

“I’m going in, Rigsby, Cho, cover me.” 

“Yes boss.” 

Drawing her gun, she heads off. You just smack Barry’s arm. 

“Show off, we’ve been chasing the guy for weeks and you come in and save the day.” 

“Figured the faster we got done the more time we could hang out.” He’s wearing a cheeky smile. Jane is smirking at Wainwright who hasn’t unclenched his jaw since Barry stepped into the car. 

The front door of the factory opens and Lisbon comes walking out with a disgruntled criminal. 

“We got him.” 

Cho and Rigsby are behind her as she heads for the car. 

“This was quieter than I expected. Jane usually causes some kind of chaos before we catch the perp. Good job Allen.” 

He salutes.

“No problem.” 

Wainwright is happy to report to the press that a killer is now off the street. He’s less excited when you all decide to go for lunch. You’re sitting in a booth with Barry. He’s sharing one with Lisbon and Jane. Rigsby, Cho and Vanpelt are at another.

“Iris misses you. We still have a replica of your suit at Star Labs. Just in case you wanted to come back for old times sake.” You appreciate the invitation, but you much rather chase regular criminals for the time being. 

“Maybe when I get bored. Don’t forget that you still owe me for that gracious wedding gift.” 

“What wedding gift?” 

Barry looks confused and you just smirk. A certain memory seems to play over in his head and he blushes. 

“T-That was you!” 

“Yep, you’re welcome. Just ensuring Nora’s future is all.” His face gets a shade darker and you laugh. Barry would forever be a shy adorable little dork.

~Meanwhile at Jane’s Table~

“They look pretty chummy, and he’s blushing. I wonder what they’re talking about.” Jane says.

Wainwright just ignores him, but he keeps glancing in your direction. The way you smile with Barry, he can’t help but feel a little jealous. You haven’t left Barry’s side since he arrived. The fact that he was able to subdue a criminal they’d been tracking for a significant amount of time didn’t help either. The guy looked perfect from every angle. 

Charming, attractive, clearly good at his job. 

It was infuriating. 

“If you keep grinding your teeth they might fall out.” Jane speaks casually. 

“Quit it Jane.” Lisbon hits his arm.

They spend the remainder of lunch enjoying a meal. As that comes to an end, everyone starts dividing up into cars. Wainwright assumed you would join them, but you waved them off. 

“Barry and I are going to catch up some more. I’ll meet you all back in a few hours.” Lisbon nods, jumping in. Wainwright joins reluctantly, sending you one last look as the van pulls off. Now that it’s just the two of you, your eyes turn to Barry.

“So what’s the real reason you’re here?” 

He’s been expecting the question. You both start walking down the street. 

“I saw Oliver a few weeks ago.” 

You’re not surprised. 

“I was in a tough spot and he should up, helped me see things from a different perspective. When I heard Joe talking about the case this morning I asked him to put me on it. I guess I just wanted to check in on you.” 

“I’m fine Barry, really. He came to see me too.” 

“Really?” 

You hadn’t spoken much when he’d died, Barry understood. His death shook everyone. 

“He visited me on the anniversary of his death. Thea, Felicity and I went to his grave. He was standing right there by the tombstone. For a second we thought it was a ghost, but then he told us, explained what happened, why he couldn’t stay. It was painful, but every now and then I feel him, he’s never stopped watching over me.” 

Barry looks more at ease.

“I’m glad to hear that. I know he’s proud of you. We all are.” 

He wraps a hand around your shoulder and you feel happy. 

Visits like that are always welcomed. After Barry had filled out the necessary paperwork, he was off to Central City. You’ve decided to swing by Wainwright’s office after you've completed your own. Maybe suggest a date when he’s done with his work. He should be leaving soon. 

When you step into the office, you’re a little surprised to see him staring off into space. There’s a few files on his desk, but it’s clear his focus is elsewhere. 

“Everything okay?” 

Your voice seems to bring him back. 

“Yes, everything is fine. Where is Allen?” 

“Just left.”

“I see. Well he really assisted in this case.”

“I told you, he’s good.” 

You’re wearing that smile again and he feels that tinge in his stomach. Placing the pen down he stands, and you watch as he makes his way over to you. He looks troubled. You’re not sure why. After the bust he should be jumping through hoops. Especially with the positive publicity that came with it. 

“I wanted to apologize for my behavior today. I have to admit that I was a bit riled up. You seem very close to Mr. Allen.” 

His behavior?

Puzzled, you intend to ask, but when you study his face, it becomes clear. 

He’s jealous..of Barry. 

It’s a bit laughable that he thinks that there is even anything remotely romantic going on with you and Barry. You decided against laughing, because he must have been carrying this around all day. He just needs a bit of reassurance. 

“Yes we are. Barry was really close to my brother. He’s basically family.”

Wainwright seems to understand now. 

“I see, I apologize. I just made an assumption.” 

You shake your head. You’d been so distracted that you hadn’t even realized that he was jealous. 

“It’s alright. Honestly you have nothing to worry about. The only guy I’m crazy about is you.” 

The words seem to leave before you can stop them. The minute your brain processes what you’ve said, you blush. 

“I-I mean I..um well what I mean is..” You keep rambling and it only stops when Wainwright takes your hand. 

“I’m glad.” 

You stop your hurried speech altogether with a shy smile. 

“Good.” 

He suddenly looks a bit playful. 

“On second thought I might need a little more convincing.” 

His hand lifts and when he cups your cheek, you’re a bit unprepared. He licks his lips and you can feel your heart race. 

“May I?” 

It’s almost a whisper, and you nod eagerly. He closes the space instantly and your hands are quick to wrap around his neck. His hands settle on your waist, a soft hum leaving his throat as he holds you. You’ve been anticipating this for what feels like forever. Since you laid eyes on him you’ve been enamored. But you were on a case the very first meeting. You lectured yourself to remain professional. The more your paths cross the harder it is to deny that he’s attractive to you in every way. 

Now you’re finally here, nothing separating each other but the breaths you need to take in between your desperate kisses. 

All you can think is that this partnership is definitely the best thing to happen in your agency.

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Luther Wainwright: (The Mentalist) - Chapter 5

The both of you had pretty much stumbled into the room. You were pulling at Wainwright’s jacket, desperate to get him out of it.

He was doing his best to assist between each heated kiss. When he finally got it off his shoulders, he tossed it, now pulling his tie loose from the collar. He pulled back to separate the knot and you whined, guiding him to the bed the best you could. 

When he’d managed to get both the shirt and his tie off, his hands reached for your oversized shirt. You lifted your hands as he pulled it over your head. The second he dropped it on the floor his eyes redirected to your body and he swallowed, halting. He looked distracted and you suddenly felt a bit nervous.

“I-Is everything okay?”

He was now backing you against the bed as he nodded.

“Everything is perfect.” He confirmed.

You fell onto the bed a bit unceremoniously and Wainwright took it all in. Your flushed cheeks, exposed body.

Cute panties.

“Are those bunnies?”

You blushed.

“I-I wasn’t exactly expecting company you know!”

The pattern was not what he would expect at all. You always emitted such a tough aura. Learning such an adorable detail was just another reason to reinforce what he already knew.

He’s absolutely infatuated with you.

His fingers moved to his belt buckle and he slid it right out the hoops. You were now very eager. Kicking off his shoes and the remainder of his clothing, he kept picturing all the expressions he wanted to see on your face.

You were right before him, he knew that, but a part of this still felt unreal. Like an illusion his mind created to deal with the situation of his previously unrequited love.

“H-Hurry up.”

He blinks back into focus and he laughs when he sees you trying to struggle out of your underwear. With a smile, he moves to your side, hands moving to your mid thigh as he slides the material all the way down. It dropped onto the floor with the rest of discarded clothing as he joined you on the bed.

“You’re a bit eager.”

You don’t respond, just grab him by the shoulder, pulling him in. The second your lips touch, his hands seem to wander. He feels as though he still needs to check, verify that you’re indeed beneath him, begging him to take you, claim you, fill you in every way.

Your hips buck as your fingers tangle in his hair and he groans.

He can’t remember the last time he felt this grateful, happy. For a second he parts, just to look at you. Admire everything he thought he couldn’t have.

You do the same. It’s hard not to when he’s staring at you that way.

Like you’re a gem he thought he’d never be able to obtain.

“You’re so beautiful..”

His soft wistful statement has an effect.

With your legs parted, he slides in. You both release a soft sound. With every inch that he fills, you feel your breathing falter. When he’s fully inside you, he drops his head on your shoulder. It sounds like he needs a minute. You smile to yourself, stroking the back of his head. He’s so cute like this, flustered, disheveled. You never see him like this in the office. He’s always so controlled, so put together. You like the fact that with you he’s such a sexy mess.

“You feel amazing…” He mutters.

You can’t deny that you feel possibly ten times better than he does right now. When he lifts his head you’re unprepared for the deep kiss. You moan, and he adjusts himself, gripping the back of your thighs as he pushes forward. You have to break the kiss, because you need to catch a proper breath. Wainwright begins to leave kisses along your chin, down to your neck and you clutch at his back when he begins to truly move.

It’s hard for you to picture a time that it had felt this good. You’ve been caught up in so much lately. Your job, making it as an agent, proving to your father that you didn’t need constant supervision or worry. Now learning of Wainwright’s feelings. Everything seems to have come in all at once, but the only thing you can truly focus on is how amazing it feels to have him in your bed, Making love to you with a sense of urgency.

Each thrust is like a jolt that rushes right through your body. Moans follow every eager brush of his hips that smack into you. He’s starting to increase his pace and you’re trying your best to hold on, but he’s not making it any easier. You want to drag this on as long as you can, both for his pleasure as well as his own. It’ll be next to impossible with how incredible it all feels.

“Lu.luth..”

You can’t even get his name out and he grunts, still thrusting into you desperately.

“Fuck.”

You don’t expect such a word to leave his lips and it sends you over the edge. You clench around him and he lets out another curse as he rides out your orgasm and quickly reaches his own. His hips rock a few more times before he slumps against you. The added weight feels nice. You like being this close to him. When he realizes, he moves to the side of you, moving his weight as he slowly pulls out. You’re still trying to gather your breath and he pushes a lock of hair behind your ear.

“Are you okay?”

You wear a dazed smile as you nod.

“Yeah, that was great.”

He places a few kisses on your face, nodding in agreement with a similar smile.

“It was.”

You're still very much exposed, and you see the way he becomes distracted by your bare chest. He licks his lips and you can’t help it when your cheeks flush.

“Pervert.”

You tease.

When he realizes he’s been discovered, he chuckles.

“Can’t help myself.”

You assume he’s about to lean in to kiss you, but his lips land right on your collar bone. You don’t think much of it until he starts moving lower. He cups one of your breasts and the other is claimed by his lips. You let out a soft squeak of surprise and he grins, tongue running over your nipple. His fingers are teasing the other and your hands automatically slip into his hair as you tug in appreciation. His tongue is literally magic, it’s stroking, caressing you in the best way. A moan falls from the back of his throat and you arch at the vibrations. You’re convinced that he won’t stop, not until you get there, but he pulls back with a pop and you whine instantly. Wainwright lifts his head with a playful smile.

“Open your mouth.”

You don’t even question it, just obey. He lifts his hand, and your tongue darts out to wrap around his fingers. You trace all three digits and he looks mesmerized. When he pulls back, you don’t anticipate where those beautiful fingers are going to go. He moves them right between your legs and your head falls back when two of his fingers slide right into you. Your hips lift in response and he leaves another kiss right below your breast as he begins working his fingers inside of you. He fills you, right to the knuckle and you cry out when his thumb flicks your clit. You're not fully prepared when he retracts. Your intention is to complain, but he doesn’t pull out completely, he forces back in and any protests falls off your lips, covered by a cry of pleasure. He repeats the action, and it becomes very clear that he’s on a mission. You can’t do much but beg for more. He complies, obeys each request, each time you encourage him to keep going. One particular push and you swear you’re seeing stars.

“Right there.”

He’s found the perfect spot. You almost scream when he hits it again, and again and again.

The last one shakes you to your core. Your legs tremble as your release hits you like a wave. You cum with a scream of Wainwright’s name. He slides his fingers out with a confident smile and you swear you’ll lose it when he licks his fingers. You grip at the sheets, because he makes sure that you see everything. With a soft moan, you try to level your breathing. It all feels so good. Your body is basically tingling.

He just admires you, appreciates the way you seem to glow as you try to collect yourself. 

You're both a beautiful mess. 

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Luther Wainwright: (The Mentalist) - Chapter 2

This case is tougher.

You're a bit exhausted, Lisbon understands. All of you were running on two hours of sleep. Rigsby was brewing his hundredth cup of coffee and Vanpelt had fallen asleep at her desk. You smile to yourself as you step into Lisbon's office. To your surprise she's asleep on the couch. You pick up the file and head for Wainwright. She wanted you to ask that he set up a conference for the fugitive you were all chasing, but it's clear she'd succumb to exhaustion much like everyone else.

Humming a tune, you walk to Wainwright's office. Since the last talk, it seems like your relationship with him has improved.

He's probably sitting at his desk trying to look older than he actually is. You laugh at your thoughts, knocking on the door the minute you get there. No one answers, so you open it.

He's gone.

It's not that strange. For a while you just shuffle there. You don't have any pressing matters. Half your team is sleeping anyway and you sort of want them to get some rest. Taking a seat, you yawn, leaning back.

"Guess I'll just wait here for him."

Might as well get comfortable.

~~

"Tell them the CBI has top priority on the case."

Wainwright ended the call, shaking his head as he walked down the hall. The fugitive had been causing a ruckus running all over California. He had already assaulted a cop and tried to kidnap his ex wife. With the woman in protective custody all they could really do was wait. He was smart, even Jane couldn't say for sure where he would turn up. From the looks of it he could hide for months, he'd done it before.

It was starting to become a mess that he really didn't want to handle. Pushing his door open, he hoped for a minute to gather his thoughts. He knew the team must have been as worn out as he was. He'd been taking calls since two in the morning.

Lifting his head, he didn't expect to see you seated on his couch. He meant to say something, but he realized that you were asleep.

Despite himself he smiled. He'd just barely caught sight of Lisbon through her blinds. She looked out for the count. The quietness of the building must have meant that Jane was down too. They were working hard.

Stepping closer, he spotted the file you held clenched to your chest. Your head was lolled to a side, hair a bit frazzled.

He couldn't remember the last time you looked so tame. Every encounter usually ends with you staring at him with defiance. You were opinionated, but respectful. Unlike a certain consultant. You were never shy to correct him, or inform him of a more reasonable approach to a problem. He supposed having a captain for a father made you very resourceful.

You challenged him in a way that made him reconsider certain approaches, look at cases from different points of view.

"Well I'm sure you realize that my age is typically the topic of conversation."

"If you don't mind me saying sir, I think you're very good at your job, regardless of your age."

He looked up, because it wasn't often that he received compliments.

"We've had a handful of people as you can imagine. Special Agent Minelli will always be my favorite, but you're not so bad either sir. Even if you look like a kid." The jab was intended to make him smile and he did.

"I appreciate it, thank you Agent."

"Always here to humble you sir."

You'd left him with a smile on your face and he couldn't stop his eyes from lingering. He lectured himself not to get distracted, but you'd started to open up to him. Rely on him and it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to avoid thinking about what it would be like if he had that brilliant smile just for him. He shook his head, shaking the memory.

"Oh, sorry about that sir."

You'd started to wake from your nap, straightening on the chair. Wainwright fixed his face accordingly, hopeful that you hadn't caught the longing look that was previously there.

"I came to drop this off. We've sort of hit a wall." You yawned, stretching your arm and he grinned to himself. You stand, handing him the file.

"You look tired, Agent."

You shake your head.

"No sir, I'm fine."

The sleepy look said otherwise. Regardless, you informed him of Lisbon's suggestions and he agreed.

"Is there anything else I can do?"

"No sir, I think we just need a bite. Jane says Mcknight is gonna resurface soon. He's neurotic, so we'll plan accordingly."

"Good to hear, keep me informed. "

"Will do."

You gave a salute, stepping forward. Wainwright raised a brow when you stumbled right into him. Reaching over, he straightened you. With a laugh, you blinked, trying to get your eyes open wide enough to make out your surroundings.

"Sorry, thought you were further away." You were giggling at the accident, but he inhaled, consumed by the subtleness of your perfume. After a few seconds he released you. He expected a reaction, but you still seem semi-awake.

"See you boss man."

You sent him a wave, body somewhat drifting as you walked away. The door closed and he finally released the heavy breath.

It took about two days to finally snag Mcknight.

Jane was spot on as usual. The guy couldn't sit still. It was almost embarrassing that the place he got caught in was a public bathroom. Once he was processed and headed for prison you all could breathe easier.

"Alright, everyone go home. We deserve it." Lisbon advised.

Most of them were out of the door in record time.

You were lazily packing your things when Wainwright came in. Jane and Lisbon were chatting, so you turned to him.

"Good work as always." He commends.

"You should give the props to Jane, couldn't have done it without him." He glanced in Jane's direction just as Lisbon left.

"See you later sir."

"Yes, have a good day Agent." He had to stop himself from looking too long.

Your steps echoed down the hall and Jane stepped over, wearing that confident smile.

"Interesting."

It was never a good sign when Jane said that. Wainwright slipped his hands in his pockets.

"What exactly is interesting?" Wainwright quizzed.

"Just wanted to see if my hunch was right."

Wainwright straightened at Jane's words.

"What hunch?"

"Nothing, just the flame you seem to be carrying for our beloved agent (L/N). "

He dropped his hands altogether and Jane smirked.

"I wasn't sure of it at first, but you seemed over insistent that she shouldn't go after that politician that was abusing women. Then there are the subtle looks you've been sending her since that case closed. You both had a heart to heart. You saw her vulnerable and it just enabled your instincts to protect her more. It must be frustrating, you have these feelings but you can't act on any of them. That's why you try to go against her any chance that presents itself. You get a little kick out of it whenever she rebels don't you?"

Wainwright had remained neutral for the entire evaluation.

"If you have nothing productive to bring to me please leave."

Jane merely grinned.

"Nice save, I guess we'll see how it all turns out then. "

With the lingering thought he walked away. The second he was gone Wainwright clenched his jaw.

The entire exchange made him cautious to the point that he'd started to limit his time in the bullpen.

You caught him in the elevator once and he seemed preoccupied. He barely looked your way. Then the other time you ran into each other near the kitchen and it felt like he'd made an excuse just to get away from there.

It was weird.

That's why Jane perked up when you asked a question that morning.

"Do any of you think Wainwright has been acting strange?

Rigsby shrugged.

"Seems normal to me."

"I know what's going on." Jane said.

Vanpelt turned and so did you.

"So, are you going to tell us or do we have to beg?"

"Ladies, I'd never make you beg. The answer is simple. Our big old boss has a crush."

"A crush? Really Jane?"

He smiled, laying back on his couch.

He was just messing with you.

You decided to ignore him, Jane was always stirring up trouble, that was nothing new.

Days passed and you closed case after case.

Lisbon had asked you to drop a report to Wainwright one afternoon and you were happy to do it. Maybe you could get a feel for why he now seemed almost anxious.

It didn't take long to get to his office. He was expecting the report, but from the look on his face, not you.

"Agent, thank you, just leave it on the desk."

He was fiddling with a pen and you can't stop yourself.

You need to know.

It was starting to worry you.

"Sir I don't mean to speak out of line but is everything okay?"

Wainwright straightened in his seat.

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"Well you've been acting a little strange. I thought that maybe there was a problem, but maybe I was just imagining it."

"I assure you everything is fine."

"Well if you say so. You might want to clarify that with Jane cause he's been running around the bureau telling everyone you have a crush. I think he's just trying to mess with you."

Your expectation was that he would laugh it off, but he stood, looking a bit weary.

"I'm..I'm not sure where he would get that idea from."

He slipped his hand in and out of his pocket a few times and you raised a brow.

"I'm starting to think he's right because your tells are malfunctioning."

He finally pulled his hand completely out, shaking his head and you laugh.

"Relax sir, we're all human. Everyone has crushes, we're adults, you don't have to be embarrassed. I think as long as it isn't someone Jane knows you'll be fine. He'll go out of his way to drive you crazy."

Not that he didn't deserve it sometimes.

You were about to give him some more reassurances but he still looked nervous. You're not exactly a profiler, but it didn't take an expert to see how transparent he was being. Now you can't help but ask.

"Sir..is it someone in our unit?"

You had no right to even make such an inquiry, but you couldn't help it. You were curious. He looked over at you and you were trying to read his face to guess who it might be. But the longer he looks at you, the faster your heart beats. He wasn't even that close to you. But you could still notice the way his eyes lingered over you in a way that was anything but professional.

"I.."

You were speechless, you must have been hallucinating.

He finally broke eye contact.

"I think you should leave, Agent.

"Y-Yes sir!"

You bolted out of there and Wainwright let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair.

"Damn it Jane."

Once again he's created a mess.