[indent] It was a long day. One of those long days which seem to be endless and useless and thus exhausting. The night promised to be even longer because the job Gaby had planned finishing wasn’t even half done. To stay up late again was the only way to manage all the work. So Gaby thought walking in the corridors of the headquarter heading to the archives where she was going to spend the night until she heard a suspicious sound behind one of the doors to a utility room. The voice seemed familiar so Moss couldn’t fight her curiosity and resist the urge to have a look behind the iron curtain though the door wasn’t much of a curtain and surely not iron at all. Still, the woman tried the door handle.
[indent] The view was fascinating. Gaby really doubted if she had ever had a chance to come across such a magnificently awkward situation. Ward. Almost pants-less. What a night to remember.
[indent] “I rather doubt if I can compete with the incredibility as… such,” the woman was stunned at the picture in front of her. Even more was she  fascinated by the helplessly charming smile on the man’s face.
[indent] “You know what your talent is, Ward?” she said with a sigh and stepped towards. “Give it to me, you poor creature. Quick.”
[indent] “To be awk-Ward in any possible circumstances,” explained Gaby with a mischievous glint in her eyes while testing how poor the hole was. The disaster was dreadful though not impossible to mend. “And to be god damn lucky at the same time.”
[indent] She narrowed her eyes, examined the thread and made a couple of stiff stitches. For a few minutes, she didn’t say a word busy with her little errand. Taking care of a man who could possible kill a dozens of vigilantes with his bare hands but couldn’t handle a needle.
[indent] “Shall I know how did you get this one?” she returned the pants to the owner with a slight anxiety in her voice but nothing in her face actually showed the thrill. On the contrary, the shadow of unrest was devoured by a mocking look she gave Norman as he was getting dressed.
[indent] “You pray Tess won’t be jealous. Or angry.”
[indent] That was certainly considered to be a joke. Gabrielle knew for sure the girl wouldn't feel any of that but it was the thing she coulnd't stop teasing Ward about. Actually it felt like family she didn't have for quite a while.