Send the Dispatch (Dispatch x fem!reader)

Chapter 7: Rescue

Chase scoffs softly. "Well, kid, just so you know, you're not the only one with eyes on her. If you want a shot, better act fast."

Evan only hums, continuing to watch your sleeping form with a mix of awe and quiet adoration. His fingers twitch slightly, as if he wants to brush a stray hair from your face again.

Blonde Blazer steps into the office like the sun has finally decided to appear indoors, wearing a crisp suit and exuding a cool presence. She greets a few people with short nods before her attention is snagged by the sight of you collapsed over your desk.

Sunlight pours through the blinds, brushing over your hair and skin, making you look almost unreal, too soft, too worn-down, too breakable.

She does not hesitate.

In three purposeful strides, she reaches you, leans down, and with a smooth, practised strength, gathers your limp body into her arms as if you weigh nothing at all.

The room goes still. Evan freezes, he glows a darker shade of pink; Chase's eyes narrow like he is watching a soap opera unfold; Galen just mutters "oh damn" under his breath.

"She hasn't slept since yesterday morning," Evan blurts, unable to stop himself, his glow intensifying in agitation. "She... she was involved in the downtown incident. All night. She didn't stop."

Blonde Blazer's gaze flicks to him, brief, unreadable, then softens as she looks down at you again, thumb brushing a stray hair from your forehead with a tenderness so subtle it makes Chase raise both eyebrows. "I see," she murmurs. "Thank you, Evan."

Evan's skin goes an even deeper shade of red.

"I'm taking her to my office," she murmurs, her voice low but firm, an undercurrent of something possessive threading through. "She needs actual rest. Someone cover her desk?"

Galen snaps a mock salute. "Already on it."

As Blonde Blazer starts carrying you away, you stir just slightly, grumbling into her shoulder, "I'll... show you an HR violation..."

Her lips twitch, tiny, private, like she's trying not to smile at a joke she is not supposed to find adorable. Chase snorts. Galen wheezes.

Evan, meanwhile, takes a half-step forward on instinct, as if he could somehow help or take your weight from her, but he freezes, jaw tightening, jealousy simmering through him like heat off metal. Chase smacks his elbow, grinning like the chaos gremlin he is.

"Told ya, kid," Chase mutters, elbowing him. "You ain't the only one."

Evan's glare could incinerate a small planet, but Blonde Blazer does not look back, not once. Her attention stays entirely on you, her hold just a little too close, a little too protective, as she carries you down the hall and into her office like she dares anyone to even think about stopping her.

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