In Which the Title is One Tenth the Fic Size

by Doranwen

Summary:

Amanda Reardon is puzzled by her training agent's actions. Set immediately at the end of episode 9, My Brother's Keeper.

Notes:

Lol, I get fannish quickly. No sooner did someone make their digitized copies of C-16: FBI available than I was watching, and wanting to write something. This, therefore, is the first ever (known) fic for C-16: FBI. Enjoy!

Oh, and pardon me for the title joke. I couldn't resist, having never written a drabble before, having dashed this off in maybe three minutes, and having Absolutely No Idea for a title for this one. So I went with math humor. :)

The last thing Amanda Reardon expected from Jack DiRado was a kiss. A whispered brush-off, an order, even a rare moment of honesty without the usual cynicism dripping from his words. But never a kiss.

She adjusted her position in the hospital chair slightly, pretending to be completely focused on the article in the magazine. In truth, she wasn't sure what the article was about. Every time she tried to read the words, she could feel his lips on her cheek, see him looking into her eyes, and it sent her brain in circles again. What was that all about?