Sent on a Mission

“You should go,” Sabrina murmured to you as the pair of you left Carol’s office. The process of filling out the HR paperwork for the relationship disclosure form had been done in near silence as the old woman watched you gloomily.

You felt like there was stuff you and Sabrina needed to talk about, but you hadn’t expected her to need space - let alone ask for it dismissively like that. “What do you mean?” you asked. “What’s wrong?”

“Hmm?” Sabrina asked, then replayed the last thing she said in her mind and opened her eyes wide as she grabbed your arm. “Oh. No, not like that. Fuck, I’m just in my own head, John. Sorry. I meant… you should go.” Her tone shifted at the end, more…lascivious.

Which was more confusing.

“What?” you asked. “Where am I going?”

“Where’s your phone?” Sabrina asked.

“Back in the conference room, I didn’t take it with me into the meeting because I thought it was going to be quick.”

Sabrina snorted, covering her mouth with the back of one hand. “OK, so… you know what? Don’t go get it, this’ll be more fun.” She tugged you out of the hallway and towards the elevators. “Just trust me.”

“Obviously I trust you, but I still don’t know where I’m going,” you said. It was close enough to noon that you could probably leave right away with no issues - though the ‘keep your head down’ thing meant you probably shouldn’t leave early with Sabrina.

“You, baby,” she said, making you both smile a little at her being able to say that in the relative open at work now. “Are going down the street to the coffee shop. I’ll text Gemma and fill her in on all of this stuff. She might still be awake.”

“What am I doing at the coffee shop?” you asked.

“You’ll know when you get there,” Sabrina smirked. Then she winked and pressed the Call Elevator button and turned away, strutting a little since she knew you liked her ass in those slacks, and checking to make sure you were watching just before she turned the corner. You were, which made her grin brilliantly before she disappeared.

Without your phone, you shook your head and got in the elevator, riding it down to the ground floor and heading out. You really had no idea what this was. In the lobby you stopped at the front desk, leaning against it and waiting for Becks to be finished on a phone call.

Her boobs really did look fucking great in the dress she was wearing, and part of you wondered - or hoped - that you were taking her down to the coffee shop for a little mini-date or something for lunch.

She shot you a look and a smirk, and then a wink, as she saw you waiting, then signed off the phone and rolled over towards you. “How can I help my favourite male legal intern?” she asked with a smile and a playful look in her eyes.

“Ouch,” you said. “Not even your favourite legal intern or your favourite male intern?”

“Well, Gemma and Sabrina have you beat on most things for the legals, and there’s this guy Ken who works on the tenth floor for the architecture firm and he’s got the whole Brad Pitt Fight Club body and a dick the size of a small donkey,” she smirked and said quietly, leaning towards you and giving you a subtle, deeper look down her top.

“OK, fair on the first one, but I’m very concerned for the cardiovascular health of this Ken guy if he’s that big. Getting an erection might be dangerous,” you chuckled.

“What’s up?” Becks laughed.

“I was hoping you could tell me,” you said. “I’ve been summoned and/or sent to the coffee shop and I don’t know why. It’s not with you?”

“Nope,” she shook her head. “Though that would be kinda cute. How come you haven’t taken me on a cute little coffee date for lunch?”

You gestured around, indicating how insane the entire summer had been, and she snorted as she smirked at you again. “Maybe tomorrow?” you promised her. “Depending on if Garrison has some lunch planned to see off me, Sabrina and Eric.”

“It’s a date,” Becks grinned and winked again. “But if Sabrina’s sent you to the coffee shop and you’re lingering here flirting with me, you might be in trouble, buster.”

“True,” you sighed. “OK, I’ll see you later.”

“I want to know what happens,” she called after you quietly since she didn’t know if anyone was down a side hallway from where she was sitting. “All the details.”

“There might not be any details,” you pointed out as you headed for the doors.

“If it’s got to do with Gemma or Sabrina, there’ll be details,” Becks laughed.

She wasn’t wrong.

It was warm out, but not as hot as you worried considering it was midday in August. The sidewalks were already busy with the noon rush of folks working downtown scattering towards lunch spots, and the walk ended up being pretty pleasant as a soft breeze rolled down the street and cut the heat of the flow of people and the exhaust from the cars and buses.

You weren’t sure what the coffee shop would be like at noon - the entire summer you’d never gone there for lunch since they only had snacky baked goods and hot drinks, and by the time you got to lunch you wanted something a little more substantial and cool. Approaching it, you found that - at least for now - a lot of folks seemed to agree with that sentiment. It wasn’t as busy as the sub place or even the bodega that you and the other had often hit for lunch over the past few months. You’d never seen it so quiet, actually, having only stepped foot in there during the morning rush. The lights were dim, most of the lighting coming in through the front windows, a few baristas were working behind the corner and about a dozen customers sitting around typing at laptops or reading books compared to the press of thirty-plus you usually ran into like a wall.

Frowning, you looked across the sitting area again, not seeing anyone you recognised who would be waiting for you. As you were about to head to the register to order something before taking a seat, you glanced right towards the bathrooms.

Becca winked at you, her short hair styled back away from her face as she smirked and cocked an eyebrow. She was dressed in what looked like a pair of tights that would have bordered on inappropriate for a professional if she wasn’t wearing a nice blouse that hung long enough that it could have been considered a dress. Definitely good for a quiet, no clients in the office, sort of day.

You were about to say hello when she backed towards the women’s bathroom and opened the door, biting her lip suggestively and hovering half-in and half-out. Waiting for you.

Oooh, you thought. I just had the wrong Rebecca!

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