Marc frowned and looked down at the near sobbing girl in his arms, so elegant and delicate and he couldn't help but look up and glare at his friend. "Lay off, Brett." He growled out before he rested a hand on the woman's lower back and guided her over to a bench. Kneeling down, he smiled a little and looked up at her. "He's just being a scaredy cat and hiding it by trying to be a bad ass, sweetie. Believe me, I know." He remembered when his wife had been the target of a hitman's bullet and he was well accustomed to the panic and the clenching pain and worry in the gut that Brett was now experiencing. "He'll be begging your forgiveness later, you want my opinion, you should make him beg for it." He grinned lightly, winking teasingly as he reached up to brush away her tears. It was a good thing he was a happily married man and Brett knew it - otherwise he would probably be losing a couple of those fingers for even daring to touch her. --

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Date Posted: 11:26:16 01/13/07 Sat
Author: Marc
Subject: Marc frowned and looked down at the near sobbing girl in his arms, so elegant and delicate and he couldn't help but look up and glare at his friend. "Lay off, Brett." He growled out before he rested a hand on the woman's lower back and guided her over to a bench. Kneeling down, he smiled a little and looked up at her. "He's just being a scaredy cat and hiding it by trying to be a bad ass, sweetie. Believe me, I know." He remembered when his wife had been the target of a hitman's bullet and he was well accustomed to the panic and the clenching pain and worry in the gut that Brett was now experiencing. "He'll be begging your forgiveness later, you want my opinion, you should make him beg for it." He grinned lightly, winking teasingly as he reached up to brush away her tears. It was a good thing he was a happily married man and Brett knew it - otherwise he would probably be losing a couple of those fingers for even daring to touch her.
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Her gaze dropped away from Brett as soon as the other agent spoke, and she allowed herself to be guided away. Once she was safely seated where it was a little bit quieter, she squeezed her eyes shut and opened her mouth to allow a few deep breaths into her lungs - she hadn't been getting much oxygen from the short gasps of before. When Marc spoke again, her quivering jaw had settled a little so she could respond, but it was still quite pitiful. "I just want to go home..." Her big brown eyes still shining, she was practically pleading with him to help make that happen - clearly Brett wasn't concerned at that moment about what she wanted and she could only hope that this man would be even just a little bit. Her arms wrapped around her stomach as she hunched over a little, her teeth catching the side of her lower lip as it started to waver again. "Please?" (NT) -- Dom, 11:37:03 01/13/07 Sat