Just Another Perfectionist

"Did you see me doing it?" Sabrina tried to free her hand, but he held on. The determined look in his eyes told her he wouldn't drop the subject. "Yes. Happy? Can we go now?" Despite giving him an answer, he still didn't unwrap his fingers from around her wrist, asking with curiosity, "When? In a vision?" "No.", she gritted out, "Let go." "Just tell me, Sabrina." "When we land." "Do you promise?" "You will have to wait and see." His hand let go of her wrist, and in the same second, he interwined their fingers together, pulling her along, "Come on, then, Deputy. Don't waste time now." "Giddy bastard.", she muttered quietly at his back. "I heard that, too." He strode towards the small plane like a man on a mission. Knowledge… Secrets… It's what drives you, indeed.

"You look beautiful.", John whispered as his eyes met hers in the mirror. "And I think you're confused, Counsel, seeing how you're in the ladies' room." "We both know that's far from the most embarrassing predicament I've found myself in in the recent months." As he said that he advanced forward, and his hands landed on both sides of the counter, stopping her from retreating too soon. Chances were she would have made an escape before he was done with their conversation and finding out where they actually stood. She wore the same daring expression she did during the direct examination, one she aimed his way anytime she wasn't addressing the jury or his opponent, "You consider potential disbarment for misconduct an embarrassing predicament? You could lose all you've worked for, I'm actually serious about this." He couldn't help the smirk that emerged at her challenge and the fact she still cared for him on some level, "Keyword: potential. And I've decided it's worth the risk."

“What? Oh, y'all think I'm just a pretty face, huh? I did some tracking in Afghanistan.”