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Eliza was trying to enjoy the Rainbow Six Non-Christian Festival Of Winter (RSNCFOW for short), and her phone kept going off. Gustave was sipping a margarita and smirking at her knowingly, and she finally gave in and checked her phone, ignoring how Gustave scooted closer to be able to see as well.
10,000 text messages. 300 missed calls. A notification from Pokémon GO that an egg was ready to hatch. She sighed and opened the game, deciding Jordan could wait a bit longer for a response.
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Limited-edition Pikachu caught and lovingly nicknamed, she finally closed the game and opened her message app. She took one glance at the most recent message from Jordan, telling her that he was on his way and that he’d save her. Immediately after, the door to the GSG9’s dorms (which had been commandeered by the RSNCFOW planning committee to serve as Party Central) burst open, revealing Jordan (panicked but ready to save Eliza from any possible dangers), Jack (looking like he would rather be anywhere else), and Miles (excited to share his homemade fudge with people who would appreciate it). Jordan looked around, apparently blindsided by the fact that no one appeared to be in danger (aside from anyone who dared challenge Monika to a game of Dreidel). Once he’d spotted Eliza, he yelled “ah-HA! I KNEW IT!” He stormed over to where she and Gustave were sitting and glowered as best he could at Gustave.
“Ah, Jordan. Can I help you?” Gustave asked, taking another sip of his margarita. The look on Jordan’s face just screamed “god I think you’re really beautiful and I’m currently torn between dropping everything to try my hand at seducing you, or keep going with the plan I’ve spent hours working on” Eliza hopped to God he made the right choice. Fisher had been lurking around the party all night, making sure no one got too close to Gus. She’d hate to see what would happen if someone were to actually speak to the doctor.
“Yeah, I uh. I was wondering if we could borrow ‘liza for a while? Ya know, team bonding an’ all that?” he gave Gustave his best smile, and Eliza had to keep from laughing when Sam came marching over from his hiding spot to shield Gustave from anyone that wasn’t him.
“Trace, why don’t you just take Cohen and the rest of your little gang and head on back home, y’hear? There ain’t no need for you to be chattin’ it up with the doctor.” Fisher turned to Eliza and affixed her with a look that told her she didn’t have to go if she didn’t want to. She smiled softly up at the old man, heaving herself up from the couch and looking between him and Gustave very deliberately. She grabbed Jordan by the arm and dragged him to the door, trusting Jack and Miles to follow.
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“What the fuck was that.” She said once they’d arrived at the FBI SWAT dorms.
“You weren’t answering your phone! I was worried! You could’ve at least called me back!” Jordan whined back at her, pouting when Jack laughed at him from the kitchen.
“You called her 300 times, man. You didn’t really give her a chance to return any calls before you called her again.”
“Have you been taking your anxiety meds lately? Maybe you should chat with Doc about a different dosage.” Miles added, looking concerned for his friend.
“I am FINE! I refuse to speak to the sexiest man alive about giving me more anxiety drugs. Just think about how that affects my chances of scoring a date!” He whined, reaching into his pocket and beginning to snack on some trail mix.
“Whatever, just remember how Fisher told you off for even smiling at him tonight. I can’t imagine we’ll ever find your body if he figures out you’re trying to ask out Doc.” Jack said, sauntering in and stealing a handful of M&M’s from Jordan’s trail mix.
“Alright, now can I ask why you were calling me so much? Knowing you, you’ve planned out some big “team-bonding” exercise, right?” Jordan nodded and grabbed the TV remote.
“We,” he said, pausing as he turned on the TV and found the channel he was looking for, “are going to bond over the greatest Christmas movie of all time!”
The others groaned as It’s a Wonderful Life began behind him. “Come on! Here I am, trying to make new traditions, and all you three do is complain!”
Miles was, of course, the first to cave. Jack followed and muttered something about turning this into Mystery Science Theater. Jordan looked expectantly at Eliza, hitting her with the full force of his puppy dog eyes.
“I don’t celebrate Christmas.” She said, knowing she’d lost the moment Jordan’s bottom lip started trembling. “Ugh, fine.” She sighed, plopping herself onto the couch as Jordan cheered and scampered to the kitchen for popcorn.
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Jordan fell asleep five minutes later. The others sighed, and wrapped a blanket around him, settling in to watch the rest of the movie, just like they had every Christmas since the four of them had joined Rainbow.