Monday 8:25

"No." The blond man disclosed in a deep, monotone voice from behind his desk. He kept flipping through countless files, his dress shirt rustling across the desk.

"You haven't even let me finish my question." The girl- no correction, woman - before him replied in exasperation.

He looked up to meet her eyes, the grey, icy blue meeting bright, shining green orbs. One golden eyebrow was raised as he considered the hopeful expression on her face.

A sigh,so faint,escaped his lips that one could hardly have heard it. He knew that look. It was the look that noone could possibly say no to.

Looking back at the female in front of him- just because he wasn't used to calling her a woman just yet, he pursed his lips- a thoughtful expression decorating his angular face.

"Nope." All traces of hopefulness vanished from the girl's porcelain face at his clear answer. He continued to peruse through the papers on his desk, as if she didn't exist.

"Ronan!" She shouted in frustration. The male looked up at her nonchalantly, like she was wasting his time. Which she was.

"No means no. We've already discussed this, Charlie." She was wasting his time, though. They had discussed it multiple times over the course of this year. Yet here the girl was again, as if he would change his mind. He snorted inwardly. Not likely.

"Look, I know you're worried about me, but I can handle it. I've received all the training required, including special training, I even passed at the top of my class. Not to mention, I can take all the guys on this whole level." She gestured with her hands. Her chartreuse eyes pleaded once more.

Ronan rested one cheek on his fist, looking bored and tired. It made her irritated, in all honesty.

"If you're just going to waste my time here, at least bring some coffee next time." Ronan finally remarked, leaving a furious and red-faced Charlie to face him.

Having nothing left to say, or perhaps she had finally given up, the girl stormed out the door.

Grunts of frustration could be heard throughout the floor as the distraction was removed from his line of sight.

A small smirk made its way to his face at her reaction. At least she was an amusing distraction.

Not a second later, a new obstacle to finishing his case report had welcomed itself.

"Wow, that's a new record. Less than five minutes and you already got your sister's panties in a twist." The brown haired young man stated as he stalked into his office.

Ronan sighed. It seemed that he was not going to be meeting the deadline today.

"Aww, I think you should let her join." The male expressed."We definitely need some of that in our squad." He joked, waggling his eyebrows. A chuckle rumbled from his chest. The facetious expression on his face dropped when he saw his friend's narrowed blue eyes.

Putting his hands up in the air as if in surrender, he quickly said,"I mean, because she's very resourceful and-"

"What do you want, Stevens?" The blonde cut him off coldly.

"Geez, after four years, you'd think a guy would at least call you by his first name." Ronan rolled his eyes.

"Just get to it." More than anything, he hated small talk the most.

"I got a new case file from boss. It's pretty low-rank, but all the other agents are working on other cases."

"Tell him I'm on it." He replied, typing away on his computer. He really didn't care, he just needed to go do something. Lately, his mind had been messing with him. Playing those same old sick games again. The nightmares were getting worse. He was lucky to even get one hour of sleep. Even then, he woke up often. And each day he needed at least one more cup of coffee than the previous.

"Cool. I'm going too so I guess this means we'll be working on it together." The brunette grinned impishly. Ronan sighed. Working with Oliver was never a good thing. He knew from experience.

"We haven't done a case together in forever."

"That was few weeks ago." Ronan rolled his eyes at him.

"Oh yeah." Oliver uttered thoughtfully. "Well I guess you can spend more time with your best friend now." He grinned.

"Che." Best friend. Riiighhtt. Ronan would never admit to himself that the moron actually was his friend. He had too much pride.

Oliver smirked knowingly.

"Hopefully, after this case, that stick in your ass can dislodge itself a little bit."

Ronan turned to glare at the young man, but was thrown a folder to him before he could properly retort with a scathing insult himself.

He caught it between his fingers gracefully. His blue eyes looked up to find Olivers back already turned to him, heading out the doorway.

"Background information for the case." The brown haired male answered his unspoken question.

The blonde looked curiously at the manila . was pretty heavy,that was for sure. A huge stack of papers was sandwiched inside. Ronan carefully opened it, looking inside. The mission was to take place somewhere in the suburbs of Northern Virginia. The case looked fairly easy. Just a reconnaissance case. And from the looks of it, the targets were just your average suburbanites. They just needed to simply question them.

What bothered him was the fact that the case required more than one person to complete it. Even the third class apprentice agents were capable of a simple recon. Not to mention, the location was close to the CIA headquarters.

It was suspicious. But he decided not to over analyze the information until he had a talk with the chief. And maybe he could also convince him to make Charlie stop bothering him all the time. He knew he wouldn't have a hard time persuading him, after all, Charlie was his daughter.

Monday 12:32

He was waiting. He hated waiting. He looked at his watch. Two minutes late. What kind of agent is late for their case briefing? It was bad enough that he had to have Oliver on his team, now some amateur, probably just graduated, agent was going to make this case even more troublesome.

A scowl was plain on his face as he looked at the Chief's somewhat creepy grin.

Another reason why he hated waiting.

Oliver was besides him, playing with some reconnaissance gadgets. Fingers were pressing various buttons, making obnoxious beeping sounds. The scowl deepened.

Ronan smacked the gadget to the ground, making Oliver look up in mild shock. It clattered to the floor,but didn't quite break, much to Ronan's disappointment.

"Hey!" Oliver whined like a little kid.

"You don't even need that for this mission." Ronan snapped. A pout made its way to Olivers face.

"It's always good to be prepared..."He muttered more to himself.

And awkward silence enveloped the room. A few more minutes passed before a click of the door sounded.

This was it. Ronan was going to make this brat regret signing up for this mission. Teach him to be prompt and punctual. After all he was the leader for this case.

Just who did this kid think he was. He had wasted ten minutes of his life. Alone with the Chief and Oliver.

"Ah, here she is." A wry smile made its way onto the Chief's face. She? Everyone at this base knew that there were few and select female agents. He knew most of them, and most were either in training or were second classers.

"Yeah, sorry I'm late." Grayish-blue eyes widened. No.

"All right!" The male sitting next to him shouted.

He knew that voice. This was not happening.

"Thanks for finally letting me take a case, dad." The sing song voice rang. But it was happening. And now she was on his team.

"Charlie." Ronan muttered.

She took a seat to the right of him, a mocking smirk on her face. "Ronan."