Dean walked with Mika up the path, and through the doors of the Hospital.  He followed Mika’s direction, letting her take control to keep up appearances.  He was the guard dog cop, and he had to act like it, as he ‘protected’ his partner.  Stepping close to her side, he resisted the urge to place a hand on his back as they stepped up to the reception desk and he pulled his FBI badge, flipping it open to the receptionist.

He narrowed his eyes, tempted to say something smart about the comment on age.  It was a touchy subject, always being disrespected because of his age, but Mika handled it like a champ, causing him to smile proudly toward her, his face trailing down her body as she stepped back from the desk.

“I told you they would think I look like a baby.  I’m supposed to be your bad cop…but they’re more scared of you, than me…”, he muttered, near her ear as they waited for the elevator, “But you do look like a powerhouse, in that suit.  I’m just saying.”

He breathed the words against her neck, resisting the urge to kiss her ear as the elevator arrived and they stepped inside.