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Fin's Quarters - Apologies Given Where Apologies Are Due

Posted Feb. 28, 2021, 11:05 a.m. by Lieutenant Fihnrilkk'Hob"ledn-ardol (Fin) (Chief Intelligence Officer) (D Grisham)

Posted by Commander Jason Reilly (XO) in Fin’s Quarters - Apologies Given Where Apologies Are Due

Posted by Lieutenant Fihnrilkk’Hob”ledn-ardol (Fin) (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Fin’s Quarters - Apologies Given Where Apologies Are Due

Posted by Commander Jason Reilly (XO) in Fin’s Quarters - Apologies Given Where Apologies Are Due
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It had been two days since Jason had let his anger… and if he was being honest with himself (which he wasn’t) his hurt… with Fin spill out and lead to him to smashing a bottle against her wall and her smacking him in the back with a glass of her own. The bruise was still there, and still hurt a bit, but Jason hadn’t gone to Medical. Sitting in his room, he felt he had it coming.

He hit random keys on the piano softly, lost in thought, and then finally made up his mind. DA-DA-DA-DUMMM went the piano as he played an age old dirge refrain on the low notes, and then he closed the key cover and stood up and went into his bedroom.

It was late, really late actually, But he knew Fin tended to be a night owl like he was… at least she used to be. Maybe she’ll be in her office. he thought and asked the computer for her location. =/\= The CIO is in her quarters. =/\= came the response. Dammit. Reilly thought to himself. Well… in for a penny, in for a pound. and he started getting dressed. This was a personal matter, so he left the uniform and went with blue jeans and a loose fitting long-sleeved burgundy shirt. Slipping on some dark brown shoes, he went to the back of the closet and slid open the panel on the back side. Several rows of bottles of various sizes, shapes, and potencies lined the five shelves. Running his eyes over each, they fell on a bottle of dark Orion rum. Reilly nodded and grabbed it and walked out of the room and his quarters.

It took less than two minutes to reach her door. Taking a breath, he pressed the chime.

Reilly

Fin was going through recent communiques to weed out and delete the unnecessary ones, when the door chime sounded. She looked at the digital readout on the computer console. 23:34. That was quite late for someone to be stopping by on a social visit, so she figured it must have something to do with her work. Dressed in a pair of black, capris length leggings and an oversized, grey t-shirt that slid off one shoulder, she padded to the door on bare feet.

When her body activated the sensor and it opened, Jason stood there. One auburn brow raised at the sight of him. Fin said nothing, just let her gaze settle on his. She didn’t move out of his way or invite him in. Still bothered by the fight they’d had a few nights ago, she wasn’t about to encourage another, so she waited to see what he wanted.

—Fin

Jason looked at her and gave her a half-smile. Without stepping inside, he just held out the bottle of Orion rum (the good stuff, of course) and said “Apologies for bothering you so late, Lieutenant. I just wanted to come by and tell you that I’m sorry for the way I acted. It was… unprofessional. And probably more than little uncalled for. So… yeah. I’m sorry… Fin. Truly.”

Jason

She looked from the bottle back to Jason and almost asked if he wouldn’t rather throw it against one of her walls than give it to her, but managed to bite back the acerbic comment. Reaching out, Fin wrapped her hand around the upper neck of the rum, above his, their fingers touched casually. “Thanks.” Was all she said. As she turned back into the living area, she expected him to keep hold of the bottle to snatch it out of her hand, but he let it go so it swung down to her side. Still close enough to the sensor that the doors stayed open, Fin wasn’t sure what would or should happen next.

They were both in civilian clothes, he was visiting her late at night and offering an apology. Deciding she didn’t have to treat him like a first officer, but just as a man, she took a deep breath, “Did you want to come in?”

—Fin

He took a tentative step inside, just inside the door, and said “I don’t want to intrude, Fin. But I am genuinely sorry for what happened. Regardless of what may or may not have happened back then… well, you didn’t deserve that kind of behaviour from me. Its done, and regardless of it we still have to live and work in close proximity to each other for the foreseeable future. And I don’t want to make your time here hard, Fin. And I know I have. And that’s not fair to you.”

Damn straight, she thought.

Jason could fake any emotion, and fake it well. He could convince women… and men… that he loved them, if that’s what it took to get the information or access he needed. He could make friends in the snap of fingers, or provoke a violent reaction with a look… regardless of his true feelings.

But here he was sincere. More so than he had been in some time.

Jason

Stepping further into the room, she waived him in. “You aren’t intruding. I was up going over some…never mind. It isn’t important. Just come in and sit down.” She walked to the counter that served as a prep area for meals and set the bottle down. “Would you like some coffee or something?” It was what she’d been drinking at her desk. Alcohol probably wasn’t a good idea at the moment.

—Fin


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