Slipstreams [NYPD]

[Blair Davis]

Blair danced her fingers along the back of London's chair as he bent over paperwork. She swung 'round the other side of him, leaning in with some fresh coffee and smiled sweetly, tilting her head. "Don't fall asleep, now, Detective," she said with a purr. She set the coffee down on his desk with a plunk, and then turned again, continuing through the maze of desks until she reached that of Ezekiel Hunter in SWAT. She picked a file up on his desk, dragging the tip of her index and middle finger against the stack of papers between the manila folds.

"What's cookin', fly boy?" she asked, bright eyes focusing on his as she sat down on his desk. "Where's Flea? Are we all still on for tonight?" She raised her brows. "Iris is in town," she said, her voice lilting. "Maybe one of your fine SWAT brothers could use a little sweet sweet somethin'" she offered.

She heard commotion behind her and glanced over her shoulder as Gabriel, Katherine, Joshua and Tanith walked in from the elevator in a group. "Hey, guys, what's up?" she asked, puckering her lips a little as she regarded them. Her jewel-toned eyes were trained on them all as they moved, and then her gaze flickered back to the paperwork on Zeke's desk. She re-crossed her legs and pulled the hem of her skirt down towards her knee, which it would never reach.

[Nikolai Kassle]

Nikolai's bright eyes studied the cityscape below him, fine-tuned ears picking up sounds both inside and out. His attention was elsewhere, though, to thoughts of tomorrow and yesterday. Sometimes when he got quiet, he was thinking about his old days in the military; how far he'd come, and his life in its current state. "Hm?" he said, brows lofting. He turned his head to glance at Blair, who was now positioned between he and Ezekiel.

"I said, what time are you leaving?" she asked, looking at him with her head tilted slightly forward.

Without answering, he looked at Zeke. "Are we done?" he asked. Paperwork was in order, it was late, and Nikolai was ready to admit he'd like to take a long shower and lay down. That wasn't what Blair had in mind, though, and he knew it by the look in her sparkling eyes. He still had plenty of things to do, and those didn't include sitting at a bar like a useless bump on the log. Nikolai didn't particularly care for Blair, as pretty as she was. Nikolai didn't particularly care for a lot of people, actually, outside of his immediate group of coworkers, and even then, that was a stretch. He and Wes didn't always see eye to eye, but that was because Wes was a lion and as such felt like the rest of SWAT was his pride. Eventually they'd have words about it, but not tonight. He was too tired.