Every Move You Make [RDJ] - IN PROGRESS

Seven

"How is this possibly a good idea?"

"It's a fabulous idea," I answer, proud of myself for tracking her down.

Thank you Jimmy and your Pittsburgh friends who networked the shit out of things until they located Rachel and where she works.  Thank you...me, honestly, for just being awesome enough to flirt her boss into oblivion, giving her a pass and rearranging her schedule to let her off on vacation with me.  She actually asked me to close the door, sat me down, and then demanded dinner, but we settled on an autograph for her nephew and a video from Tony Stark.  That's fine by me.

"Well where the fuck are you right now?"

"Uh, sitting at her desk," I answer, the phone between my ear and my feet kicked up on the desk top.  "Look, just...have the jet ready to go, I'll see you in like...three, four hours tops?"

"Four hours?! What, you gonna bang in the janitor's closet or something first?"

"No, we're gonna go get her shit, then -"

I'm about to end that with a nice 'I'll nail her in the backseat before we leave', but as I glance around, I note absolutely no one is getting work done with me sitting here, and this...is definitely not office talk.  Maybe it is for us, but not for a real work place.

So, I mumble a bye and finally spin around, grinning at the woman who's across the aisle from Rachel's desk.

"Hi," I smile sweetly, slapping that Downey charm back on.  

The older woman blinks and swallows hard before clearing her throat and exchanging a glance with the guy in front of this cube.  Then she forces a nervous smile back, eyes now darting between me and the photo on Rachel's desk of us from that dance...the one she tweeted.

"Hi..." the female starts off, and I decide to call her out, because all I'm doing is waiting, so...

I fake turn to the photo to double check what she's looking at, then turn back to her.  "Yeah, that's the first time she ever smiled with me.  Is she always so reserved here?"

"Rachel?" she asks dumbly...of course Rachel, Jesus, who else would I be asking about?  "Uh...she's...yeah, she's quiet.  But she's always been happy."

Then the man in front peeks over the edge of the lower wall of the cube, interested.  He's...giving me a vibe.  Not a bad vibe, but a 'not totally out of the closet' vibe.  That's cool, I dig it.  Neither am I.

"Don't listen to her.  Rachel's not like she used to be, but you didn't hear that from me!" he warns quietly.

My eyes narrow as I stare at this dude.  What the hell does that mean?

Thankfully, the woman sighs and agrees...after a long pause.  

"She's got a boyfriend," she whispers, leaning in as though she doesn't want anyone to know we're talking, which is stupid because literally everyone is whispering about me.  "I don't think he's very nice to her."

"Not very nice...how?" I wonder out loud, but we're finally interrupted by her cube mate seated behind us coming back from a break.

"Holy shit, she does know you!" this other girl yelps, and she doesn't even sit, she just...comes and stands by the cube in the aisle.  "This is incredible, hi!"

"Hi," I grin, popping in a piece of Nicorette to chew on. 

"You're...Tony Stark."

"I am."

"What's it like, putting on that suit?!"

I'm so glad I'm promoting Sherlock right now.  Not that I hate Tony, but Tony...it gets old, having to do all of this hype with the fan girls.  First Rachel's boss, now this girl...  At least the two friends of hers that are near her - I guess they have to be friends to an extent if they know about Charlie, right - aren't freaking out that I'm me.  The guy doesn't even seem to care.