Chapter 41: Ralphie Pearce XI
Sam entered her hotel room that evening, expecting it empty as she left it. An exasperated sigh escaped her lips when she saw Levi seated in the little table, using her laptop. "Welcome home, dear. You’re later than usual." Levi joked hearing her enter. He’d expected her to be back two hours ago, she must’ve gone somewhere before coming back from the Lab.
"Can’t you do this in your room?" Sam asked, throwing her jacket to the nearest chair.
"I can," Levi answers, eyes glued on the screen. Sam sent him an expectant look, and he looked at her and cracked her a grin.
"But I won’t," he adds.
After kicking her boots, Sam flopped on the bed too tired to even argue with the Irishman, a lost cause. Levi’s phone buzzed on the table, he read the text and turned to her, "Agent Tillman and Sutton are on their way here to celebrate, they’ll bring some take-out. How does Chinese sound?"
"Good." was the redhead’s muffled response, face pressed on the soft mattress.
Half an hour later, Levi opened Sam’s hotel room door after hearing a couple of knocks. Standing there were Agent Tillman and Sutton a bag of Chinese takeout in their hand.
The two entered the room, raising their brows, humored at the redhead’s current state. She was lying partially on the bed, face pressed against the soft white sheets. Her bottom half hovering in thin air, unmoving.
Levi grabbed the pillow on the floor and threw it on Sam’s head.
"Wake up, it’s time to eat." He says, earning a groan and a few muffled curses from the redhead.