srndpty. --> a jared and drea fanfic

Part 22

​​Drea is absent.

Jared stared at her table, feeling irritated. Every now and then he'd take a look at his wrist watch to check on the time because maybe she's just late, But two hours passed, still no sign of her. 

Her coffee has gone cold now. Today, he bought two hot cups. One for him, and one for her. He didn't mean to, but he ended up doing so. It was as if an instinct, a routine to order one black, and one with two creams and one sugar, write her name with a smiley face on the cupsleeve and leave it on her table. But today, he just kept it to himself. Had Drea arrived, he would've made someone give it to her anonymously.

He just can't miss her like this.

Yesterday, she looked like she really didn't have an idea as to why he and Mick acted like that. Maybe she doesn't know it yet that they already know about her being the major's spy, but she should've realized it.

"Are we missing someone, Vasquez?"

A jolly voice called him from behind. Jared rotated his seat only to find his partner, Rey Sanders, holding the coffee that was meant to be for Drea.

"Can I have this?" The guy asked. Since the cupsleeve didn't have Drea's name on it, he just nodded. Rey thanked him with a smile before sipping the coffee. When he was done with one sip, he put it back on top of the table and noticed something new.

The picture frame on Jared's desk.

"Who's that?" He asked, looking at the brunette girl wearing a beanie and watching the pretty fireworks.

Jared pouted. "That's none of your business," he coldly said, eyes still stuck to Drea's seat.

Rey looked at him with suspicion. "Look who's in love," he grinned and then looked at the same place Jared's looking at.

"Mikami's absent?" 

Jared nods.

"That's strange. She must've overslept." Rey concludes, and then he looks at him. Jared has this very noticeable lines in between his eyebrows that told nothing but longing for someone. "You know, I was really rooting for the two of you. Unfortunately, you already have someone else's picture on your desk."

His eyebrows moved even closer at that. Someone else's picture? This is her, not someone else. And rooting for us? "Why are you even rooting for us?"

"I thought you guys were together." 

"Why would you think that?"

Rey shot his eyebrows up. "You were hugging each other during work."

"What?"

"When you've got her nuzzled up in a corner at Garrett Mason's crime scene? I thought 'wow, Vasquez is a fan of PDA.'" he laughed.

"You misunderstood that, we weren't doing anything," he defended, almost stuttering at remembering that time he's got his arms all around her. But that made him remember something too. "Anyway. Speaking of Mason, do we have any update?"

"We're still tracking down Alessandro Vittori. Right now he's the person of interest. How about you? You ordered Patrick's investigation, what about him?"

"Nothing, just an anonymous tip that he might be suspicious."

"Why so?"

He inhaled. "You know, the common turning over the company family issue."