For the 2nd part: The angst starts here...Gil visiting and also brought some lunch for them but Thena just give him a cold shoulder. But he couldn't figure out why and she's all snappy and sarcastic suddenly saying that she thinks he's liking his new team now to be considering to be there permanently. And Gil addressed it calmly that he never considered it and he wanted to be back immediately on her team. But she just asked him to leave even though she doesn't want him to.
What Thena didn't know is Gil was there to talk to her before leaving for a mission, a mission that is very risky and dangerous but he never got to tell it to Thena.
"Boss?"
Gil stepped into Thena's hurricane of an office. She always kept it neat, although sometimes if he opened up her desk drawers they would be an absolute disaster. But currently she had files sitting everywhere, some open, some closed, some jamming her paper shredder.
It wasn't like her to be so out of sorts.
"Thena?" he tried again, stepping in and pulling the door closed behind him. He set down the lunch he brought her on the desk.
"Not now."
He frowned at the sharp tone of her voice. It wasn't like her to be snappy. Cold, sure--terrifying, to some. But she wasn't usually like this with him. "You okay?"
She finally turned to look at him, but she seemed...angry. Not necessarily pissed off, but...annoyed? There was a mix of a few things in those stunning eyes of hers.
Gil sighed as he adjusted his bag strap on his shoulder. He knew she had a meeting with the brass, and he was sure his transfer had come up as a topic. But he wasn't allowed to ask directly about it until his probation was up. "Did things go well?"
"Ask Minerva."
Gil raised a brow at that. Thena was many things, but petty?--no. Passive-aggressive wasn't really the Goddess of War's style.
"She was singing your praises," Thena finally said more than a few words to him, although she still seemed agitated. She slapped some files down on her desk. "Thinks you're really liking Extrication."
"Like is probably a strong word," he shrugged. He hadn't screwed anything up, yet. Not that he did much of anything other than follow orders and fill out paperwork.
"Really?" Thena examined him in a way that made him feel like they were strangers. "She's quite in favour of your transfer being permanent."
"What?" Gil leaned forward on her desk as well, matching her rather combative stance. "No one brought that up to me."
Thena looked like she was about to say something but bit down on the inside of her lip. She looked down at her desk, her ponytail falling over her shoulder. "It was a surprise to me too."
Gil melted a little. She seemed so...downtrodden. He had asked Kingo at length how she was doing since he had been transferred. Kingo was certainly at his wit's end about it, but he still obliged him and told him every time Thena had a bad day, or tried to stay late in the office, or forgot to eat lunch.
"Is it-" Thena started and the paused, dropping her rigid posture until she was all but slouching. She looked down at the desk, "is that something you want?"
No. No, he wanted to be back in Special Ops--he wanted to be with her, again. "No, and I didn't think-"
"Well, Minerva thinks," Thena cut him off, and he could feel herself trying to saw off the feelings of hers he was getting too close to discovering. "And the Chief thinks so, too."
"Well, I don't care what they think," Gil said gently, trying to get a look at that face that brought him more peace than he thought possible in a line of work like this one. She avoided his eyes. "I want to be here."
"Gil," Thena looked up, again seeming on the brink of something before swallowing it. And it seemed like a big pill to swallow. "I...I'm sorry, I can't do lunch today."
"Oh," he blinked, deflating some. He reached slowly for the lunch he had brought her before pulling his hand back. Maybe she would eat it once she sorted out whatever had her so mad.
She turned again, shaking her head and drawing her shoulders up. She swiped at something on her face before rifling through her files again, "later?"
"Uh," he gulped, looking down at his phone, "yeah. Yeah--later."
"Hm."
He walked out of her office slowly, hoping to get another look from her. But she was focused in front of her. He closed the door again just as quietly.
Gil, you on your way?
He sighed. The operation was big; high risk and high reward. It was so big that even he was being dragged into it, minimal experience and everything.
I'll be there.
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