Open Case File [COMPLETED]

A Challenge

Carter looked at him and Donovan at least had the decency to look abashed at being caught.

"You keep glancing over because you know what Bryce looks like and you're wondering if my outfit is sufficiently unattractive to hinder his attention towards me." Carter stared at him. "Donovan, I don't love you because you're attractive, though it is a visual bonus. I love you for so many other things. Don't be insecure. It doesn't work for you."

With that said, Carter leaned her head back against the headrest and returned to staring out the window. Beside her, she sensed Donovan soaking in her reassurance. She almost smiled to herself, how a man as amazing as him could feel insecure was amusing to her. He was always the one other people felt insecure around.

For the rest of the ride, Donovan contained his thoughts. As they climbed onto the elevator at the FBI building, someone called out to wait. Donovan reached out, stopping the doors from closing. As they slid back, Mason strode forward and entered the elevator. He stopped when he saw Carter.

"Owens," Mason said. "You look fat. How did that happen?"

"Thanks, Mason. Bryce Adams is working with my team."

Mason looked to Donovan. "And you're not nervous about this?" He adjusted his tie. "He's the kind of man that makes me feel ugly."

"That's because you are ugly, Mason," Carter said.

"Never mind, Boy Scout. You have nothing to worry about if Carter can't see I'm ridiculously handsome then it will make no difference to her if Bryce is."

"I'm not worried," Donovan said. "And don't call me Boy Scout."

"Liar and fine."

The doors parted and Carter led the group towards the office break room. Mason's annoying presence usually made her realize she needed coffee.

"I applaud you for your pretend unconcern," Mason said. "So what if Bryce is known for having women fall in love with him on sight and breaks hearts as easily as he breaks cases. No worry at all."

Donovan shot Mason such a scathing look Carter found it impressive that Mason not only survived it but looked completely untroubled. But then again how many times had Mason already received that type of look. He must be used to it now.

Carter reached the coffee maker and quickly brewed a new pot. She leaned back against the counter and faced the pair.

"I find it surprising that either of you are so invested in this. Donovan, you know me. Mason why do you even care?"

Mason gestured between the two of them. "Because if anything comes between you two, are you sure that the world can survive world war three? I don't think it can."

"Please, we'd handle it rationally if something did happen."

"You'd shoot him?" Mason asked.

"How low of an opinion do you have of me?"

"Pretty low, I've known you a long time and you've been digging this hole since the beginning."

Carter rolled her eyes and turned back to the cupboards, taking out two mugs.

"Nothing will happen," Donovan said.

"That's what you wish for," Mason said. "But wishes are for birthdays and delusional people."

Carter hoped the coffee was strong. Pouring it out, she handed one mug to Donovan.

"Is this a peace offering?" Mason asked. "Are you trying to reassure him that he's enough?"