"Are you hitting on Root/Shaw for me?"

John shrugged, “I’m just trying to help out.”

“That was adorable, John,” Root smiled, leaning on the bar and looking at Reese, Fusco, and Shaw over her shoulder. “Thank you.”

John nodded his head in a welcome.

“You call that a pick-up line?” Fusco asked. He shook his head directing his attention to Shaw, “Listen to this. If looks could kill, you’d be a weapon of mass destruction.” Fusco grinned proudly, “it works on two levels because you are destructive.”

“Okay,” John straightened his jacket, “Tailoring the line to the target. I respect that.” He picked up Root’s hand. “Are you a wi-fi signal because I feel a connection between you and Shaw.”

Root chuckled quietly and Shaw rolled her eyes.

“That was weak,” Fusco signaled the bartender for another drink and when he got it, he slid it in front of Shaw. Then he leaned back on the bar and touched Root’s shirt, “Hmm, Shaw, you know what kind of material this is? Girlfriend material.”

Root put her face in her hands to keep from laughing out loud. Shaw broke a smile and picked up her drink. She met Root’s eyes and they shared an intimate smile before Shaw broke it off, “Alright, alright Bonus points for use of a prop.”

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