Evelyn.
There are flaws in the law.
We all know that. Everyone knows it, especially the common person.
It makes no difference whether a good man has defrauded a bad man, or a bad man defrauded a good man, or whether a good or bad man has committed adultery: the law can look only to the amount of damage done.
But more often than not, it is the poorer of the two who end up on the fallen sword. Somehow, the poorest of us are forced to survive under the law.
The rich always get away- money, connections always get past the law.
And it kills us.
That's why it feels so good to bust the rich. Especially as an FBI agent.
A knocking on my office door alerted my attention. I turned around to see Luke's wide smile.
A coffee in hand.
I bit back a smile. He would never give up, would he?
"Agent Fitzgerald."
I nodded towards him, for the first time willingly taking the coffee in my hands and sipping it.
Nearly moaning, of course.
Damn Hailey makes good coffee.
"I was just working on the Mendoza case," I offered a seat for him as I continued working on the case in front of me, "But I'm working on loose threads."
Luke walked up in front of me with a slow walk, placing down his hand on the work I was on.
"Let's take a break."
I rolled my eyes at him, "I can't take a break Agent Hem-"
He crossed his arms with a smirk on his face, "Yeah yeah. I know. Dead dad and all."
I whipped my head up at him, shock on my face. He nonchalantly smiled, reaching down and taking a sip from my coffee.
"Hey!" I shouted, leaning forward to grab it.
With quick hands, I jumped forward to try and take it from him as he smiled, pulling back to prevent it from my hands.
"You never wanted it before."
"Okay well," I scrambled to make an excuse, "Now I want it!"
He smiled once more, leaning down until his face was right in front of me. Luke's breath of coffee and mint hit my face as I tried not to die in my spot.
"Say please," He murmured under his breath, a smirk plastered on his face as his finger tapped the lid of the coffee cup.
"I- What?" My words were a whisper, barely breaking the barrier of sound. My hands tightened on my desk, my head tilted up to meet his over dominating position.
Luke was over me, nearly forcing me to lean back.
"I said," Luke leaned in further, his eyes trained on my lips, "Say please."
Not this again.
Didn't he try to make me say please before? So what's different this time for me.
There was no space, maybe a few inches.
Maybe that is what is different. I can't fucking think when he's this close to me.
I subconsciously leaned up, clearly unable to control myself.
One inch.
"Give me my coffee cup, or I'll punch your dick," I whispered, gripping his tie, "Please."
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Fanfiction"Agent Hemmings?" I looked over the man in the frame of my door. He was currently out of his usual, formal work suit and in a black leather jacket. His whole getup, in fact, was black, dark, brooding. And it was very strange. "Luke," he corrected...
