It’s about fifteen minutes before he has to leave for another session that will no doubt end with everyone calling him an idiot and Paula refusing to listen to him, that the Examiner calls him in his office.
“Ah, Tim! Excellent.” The man grins at him, and Tim takes a step back.
“I need to go soon,” he says, when the Examiner gets up, brandishing what looks like a deodorant bottle. “Er?”
But it’s too late, and the other man has already sprayed him in the face with it.
Tim coughs and splutters, and wipes at his face. “What was that for?”
The Examiner just grins. “Bad breath, Tim. We can’t have our agents go into the world suffering from halitosis.”
Tim stares at him for a moment. He hasn’t had complaints, but… “Can I go now?”
“Yes, yes, please,” the man says, still grinning. “Please report back tomorrow about your experiences with the… anti-halitosis spray.”
“I will,” Tim replies, backing away.
-
He grabs his things, Caitlin smiling at him over her computer monitor. “Social worker again?” she asks.
“Yes,” he replies, and heaves a sigh. “I just. She’s completely unqualified.”
“I’m sure we can arrange to have her killed,” she replies, still smiling.
He laughs. “I don’t think that’d help my case that I am saner than Judith,” he mutters. “But thanks for the idea.” He slings his bag over his shoulder, and is about to walk out when Caitlin stands up and walks after him.
“I need to… get a thing,” she says, still smiling at him. “From the supply closet. Supplies!”
He nods as they walk down the hallway together. “So, any other advice? Apart from arranging to have Paula killed?”
She looks at him. “Just be your wonderful self, Tim,” she says, then pats him on the arm, letting her hand linger. “Ooh, have you been working out?”
“No,” he says, slightly uncomfortable when her look turns admiring. “Just. Regular things.”
“It’s working for you,” she says, stroking his arm a little. “Very much.”
“Okay.” Because what else is there to say when Caitlin is stroking his arm. “Uhm, there’s the supply closet.”
“Oh.” She looks disappointed, before she starts to smile again. “You know, I need to get something from a high shelf, and you’re tall.” She gives him another admiring look. “So very tall,” she murmurs. “So, maybe you could help me?”
He knows there’s a small stepladder in that supply closet, and that Caitlin is very capable of using it. “Uhm, I’m running a bit late…”
“Oh, please, Tim?” she asks, stepping closer and twirling his tie around her finger. “You’d be doing me a big favour.” She moves closer again, and Tim backs away against the wall, but she follows him. “Perhaps I could do you a big favour later?” It’s almost a purr, and Tim stares down at her for a moment before awkwardly sliding away and retrieving his tie from her fingers.
“Oh gosh, is that the time, really must be going, see you tomorrow, bye!” he babbles, then runs off.
Unprompted - pheromone spray, Tim/Chris, 1 PG-13
“Ah, Tim! Excellent.” The man grins at him, and Tim takes a step back.
“I need to go soon,” he says, when the Examiner gets up, brandishing what looks like a deodorant bottle. “Er?”
But it’s too late, and the other man has already sprayed him in the face with it.
Tim coughs and splutters, and wipes at his face. “What was that for?”
The Examiner just grins. “Bad breath, Tim. We can’t have our agents go into the world suffering from halitosis.”
Tim stares at him for a moment. He hasn’t had complaints, but… “Can I go now?”
“Yes, yes, please,” the man says, still grinning. “Please report back tomorrow about your experiences with the… anti-halitosis spray.”
“I will,” Tim replies, backing away.
-
He grabs his things, Caitlin smiling at him over her computer monitor. “Social worker again?” she asks.
“Yes,” he replies, and heaves a sigh. “I just. She’s completely unqualified.”
“I’m sure we can arrange to have her killed,” she replies, still smiling.
He laughs. “I don’t think that’d help my case that I am saner than Judith,” he mutters. “But thanks for the idea.” He slings his bag over his shoulder, and is about to walk out when Caitlin stands up and walks after him.
“I need to… get a thing,” she says, still smiling at him. “From the supply closet. Supplies!”
He nods as they walk down the hallway together. “So, any other advice? Apart from arranging to have Paula killed?”
She looks at him. “Just be your wonderful self, Tim,” she says, then pats him on the arm, letting her hand linger. “Ooh, have you been working out?”
“No,” he says, slightly uncomfortable when her look turns admiring. “Just. Regular things.”
“It’s working for you,” she says, stroking his arm a little. “Very much.”
“Okay.” Because what else is there to say when Caitlin is stroking his arm. “Uhm, there’s the supply closet.”
“Oh.” She looks disappointed, before she starts to smile again. “You know, I need to get something from a high shelf, and you’re tall.” She gives him another admiring look. “So very tall,” she murmurs. “So, maybe you could help me?”
He knows there’s a small stepladder in that supply closet, and that Caitlin is very capable of using it. “Uhm, I’m running a bit late…”
“Oh, please, Tim?” she asks, stepping closer and twirling his tie around her finger. “You’d be doing me a big favour.” She moves closer again, and Tim backs away against the wall, but she follows him. “Perhaps I could do you a big favour later?” It’s almost a purr, and Tim stares down at her for a moment before awkwardly sliding away and retrieving his tie from her fingers.
“Oh gosh, is that the time, really must be going, see you tomorrow, bye!” he babbles, then runs off.
Women are weird.