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TITLE: The Ways He Lies
RATING: PG-13
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Ria/Loker, brief mention of Criminal Minds character Derek Morgan
SUMMARY: Loker regrets watching Ria flirt with another man.
A/N: Not mine, they belong to Fox. This is for ohhfantastic . <3
"Derek Morgan."
"Ria Torres."
Loker can see the attraction there instantly, as soon as the two shake hands. He saw it when Ria met that CIA agent, Dupree, and he sees it now. Funny, he doesn't remember seeing the way her head tilts forward bothering him as much last time, nor does he remember wanting to punch Dupree's face in like he does Morgan's.
Then again, that wedding was before he'd really known her, really saw what she could do. He was attracted to her, sure, but it's not like now. Now, he feels a consuming and irrational hatred for the FBI agent as Ria gives him that smile that makes her eyes crinkle just so, and he's half tempted to tell the agent that she's taken, she has a boyfriend, but he knows Ria will look at him with resentment for the entire day. He knows from experience what that feels like- that day Lightman conducted the mock-investigation, she looked at him like that for days.
He hates when she looks at him with anger or resentment. Sometimes she thinks he can't see it, but he does, and it makes his stomach plummet uncomfortably and he struggles to control his facial muscles so she won't see sadness or regret. There are times when he calls her on it, and times when he doesn't.
Extreme honesty doesn't apply when it comes to her, not always, and even though he knows it's wrong to go against one of his core philosophies, he has no choice. If she knew all the things he thought about her...
Well. If he ever told her, he expects a slap in the face, a kick in the balls, and a harassment lawsuit would soon follow.
He can't read her sometimes, especially not when they're conversing (he's busy trying to keep blatant attraction off his face, but he's not sure how well he succeeds), but he likes that. Loker's gotten tired of knowing exactly what people are thinking, especially women; sometimes he hates the talent he has, hates Lightman for ever showing it to him. A person he can't read is rare and, despite the cliched sound, extremely special, and he doesn't feel the need to try and change that. That's why he never studies Ria too hard, especially not when she's happy.
There are only a few times when he's admitted to himself that fear of rejection factors in, too.
But he's studying now, studying every move she's making towards Agent Morgan, and again the caveman-like urge to kick the much larger man in the shins yelling "get away from my girl" kicks in. If he didn't value the usage of his limbs and, moreover, Ria's friendship so much, he might actually do it.
She's biting her lip now while she's smiling, and looking down as she gives that laugh he finds so adorable to that neanderthal (who, considering he's a profiler, is probably actually quite intelligent, but Loker likes to think he has something this guy doesn't), and his restraint falls just for a second, clenching his fists in anger.
Bad idea. He catches her eye at that moment, but he quickly pretends to be focusing on the television quietly murmuring in the corner, entertaining itself. He hopes as she walks over that maybe she'll think his fury is at the weatherman predicting rain for the DC area.
"What's got you so upset?"
Loker can hear the concern mixed with amusement as he keeps his eyes on the television and he feels the need to lie to her, though he knows the futility of it. She'll catch it right away- he hasn't had time to steel himself, to relax his mind, to not show what he's thinking all over his face. If it were Lightman or Foster, he knows they wouldn't mention it, but Ria hasn't learned the professionalism that they have. She'll push, he knows.
"Nothing. I just hate weathermen."
He can feel her eyes watching him for a moment before she scoffs. "You know, Loker, you should stick with extreme honesty. You're a terrible liar."
"I know," he responds, almost morosely.
"So are you going to share with the class what's got you so angry, or can I get back to my conversation with Derek?"
Another wave of jealousy crashes over him, and he sees the shock render on her face. The jig is up, she's on to him, and he doesn't know how to handle it or what to say. All he knows is that he can't, can't tell her that he dreams of her pushing him against the table and doing unspeakable things to him, or that he loves the way she smiles when she's truly content, or 'oh, by the way, I think I might be in love with you'.
"Loker, was that-"
Before she can finish her sentence, he walks out of the room, and doesn't look back, refuses to see the shock, disappointment, and what he knows will be eventual disgust on her face.
RATING: PG-13
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Ria/Loker, brief mention of Criminal Minds character Derek Morgan
SUMMARY: Loker regrets watching Ria flirt with another man.
A/N: Not mine, they belong to Fox. This is for ohhfantastic . <3
"Derek Morgan."
"Ria Torres."
Loker can see the attraction there instantly, as soon as the two shake hands. He saw it when Ria met that CIA agent, Dupree, and he sees it now. Funny, he doesn't remember seeing the way her head tilts forward bothering him as much last time, nor does he remember wanting to punch Dupree's face in like he does Morgan's.
Then again, that wedding was before he'd really known her, really saw what she could do. He was attracted to her, sure, but it's not like now. Now, he feels a consuming and irrational hatred for the FBI agent as Ria gives him that smile that makes her eyes crinkle just so, and he's half tempted to tell the agent that she's taken, she has a boyfriend, but he knows Ria will look at him with resentment for the entire day. He knows from experience what that feels like- that day Lightman conducted the mock-investigation, she looked at him like that for days.
He hates when she looks at him with anger or resentment. Sometimes she thinks he can't see it, but he does, and it makes his stomach plummet uncomfortably and he struggles to control his facial muscles so she won't see sadness or regret. There are times when he calls her on it, and times when he doesn't.
Extreme honesty doesn't apply when it comes to her, not always, and even though he knows it's wrong to go against one of his core philosophies, he has no choice. If she knew all the things he thought about her...
Well. If he ever told her, he expects a slap in the face, a kick in the balls, and a harassment lawsuit would soon follow.
He can't read her sometimes, especially not when they're conversing (he's busy trying to keep blatant attraction off his face, but he's not sure how well he succeeds), but he likes that. Loker's gotten tired of knowing exactly what people are thinking, especially women; sometimes he hates the talent he has, hates Lightman for ever showing it to him. A person he can't read is rare and, despite the cliched sound, extremely special, and he doesn't feel the need to try and change that. That's why he never studies Ria too hard, especially not when she's happy.
There are only a few times when he's admitted to himself that fear of rejection factors in, too.
But he's studying now, studying every move she's making towards Agent Morgan, and again the caveman-like urge to kick the much larger man in the shins yelling "get away from my girl" kicks in. If he didn't value the usage of his limbs and, moreover, Ria's friendship so much, he might actually do it.
She's biting her lip now while she's smiling, and looking down as she gives that laugh he finds so adorable to that neanderthal (who, considering he's a profiler, is probably actually quite intelligent, but Loker likes to think he has something this guy doesn't), and his restraint falls just for a second, clenching his fists in anger.
Bad idea. He catches her eye at that moment, but he quickly pretends to be focusing on the television quietly murmuring in the corner, entertaining itself. He hopes as she walks over that maybe she'll think his fury is at the weatherman predicting rain for the DC area.
"What's got you so upset?"
Loker can hear the concern mixed with amusement as he keeps his eyes on the television and he feels the need to lie to her, though he knows the futility of it. She'll catch it right away- he hasn't had time to steel himself, to relax his mind, to not show what he's thinking all over his face. If it were Lightman or Foster, he knows they wouldn't mention it, but Ria hasn't learned the professionalism that they have. She'll push, he knows.
"Nothing. I just hate weathermen."
He can feel her eyes watching him for a moment before she scoffs. "You know, Loker, you should stick with extreme honesty. You're a terrible liar."
"I know," he responds, almost morosely.
"So are you going to share with the class what's got you so angry, or can I get back to my conversation with Derek?"
Another wave of jealousy crashes over him, and he sees the shock render on her face. The jig is up, she's on to him, and he doesn't know how to handle it or what to say. All he knows is that he can't, can't tell her that he dreams of her pushing him against the table and doing unspeakable things to him, or that he loves the way she smiles when she's truly content, or 'oh, by the way, I think I might be in love with you'.
"Loker, was that-"
Before she can finish her sentence, he walks out of the room, and doesn't look back, refuses to see the shock, disappointment, and what he knows will be eventual disgust on her face.