just_muse_me: 6.9.5. Behind Blue Eyes

6.9.5. Behind Blue Eyes - The Who

No one knows what it's like to be the bad man
To be the sad man behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated, to be fated to telling only lies

[Comes a month after THIS and THIS]

Kenneth Pierce watched with an unreadable expression on his face as the entirety of his department flooded into the conference room and started to fill the seats around the large table. There was overflow and some of the Special Agents selected to line the back wall, leaning against it with their arms folded. The absence of one of their own was blatantly obvious, though no one had really giving much thought to James Campbell being overseas in Australia undercover. Absences like this of their Aussie colleague weren’t uncommon and the only person in the room who really probably had spent any time in discontent thought over it likely was Agent Owens. Pierce cleared his throat, his face remaining stoic and expressionless. “Masters, give Owens your seat,” was all he said at first and refused to meet Isabel’s eyes as she looked like she wanted to protest the fact she needed a seat at all, but did as the boss ordered and dropped into Frank’s vacated chair to the left of the conference table.

( A few more moments of uncomfortable silence followed, only punctuated by the odd cough, throat clearing or sniffing. The room was stuffy at it’s overfull capacity, but it wouldn’t matter. Pierce had no intentions of letting this linger... )

- isabelowens & agentsullivan referenced with permission


Word Count | 890