I hope that Jack names whatever pet he gets in the future Trico. If only it could be possible to have an actual Trico as a pet. This right here is a combination of those two trains of thought. (took several hours to edit)
“Hey can I request number 50 I am not jealous and 77. "I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” With Luke from criminal minds but Luke being the jealous one and maybe the reader gets mad and ignores him and he starts poking her to get her attention sorry if this was to much also I’m really loving your blog ❤️❤️❤️❤️”
A/N: WARNING: DEROGATORY LANGUAGE, NAME CALLING, AND WELL.. FACE SMACK.
Reaching up to the top shelf of he files you feel someone tug your shirt down. “Your tattoo was showing again.” Luke said. “What do you need up there?”
“One of the cold cases.” You say. “The one with the blue tags. And who cares if it’s showing?”
“I do. It’s not work appropriate.”
“It’s a dove, Luke. How is a dove not work appropriate?”
“Because the guys can see it.” Luke said reaching up to grab the file.
“Spencer doesn’t even pay attention to me, Stephen’s married, Rossi’s a little too old to be looking at thirty year old’s exposed waist.”
“But there’s Kevin.”
“Luke, Kevin is with Garcia. If he even looks at me the wrong way Garcia will torture the poor guy.” You say as you walk to your desk. “Why are you thinking the the guys I work with are gonna think some type of way if they see my waist or my tattoo?”
“You’re my girl.”
“Stop being so jealous.”
“I am not jealous.”
“You so are!” You exclaim. “There hasn’t been one day where you haven’t gotten jealous over a guy who get googlie eyed over me.”
“It is so true, Luke! And it’s really annoying.”
“Well I’m sorry if I want to protect you.”
“Protect me from what? Receiving compliments?”
“Is that a bad thing? A lot of women are attractive. You don’t have to only be single to receive compliments.”
“Just keep your shirt down.”
“You’re really annoying me right now. Leave me and my shirt alone.” You say plopping down into your chair.
“I get possessive of what’s mine.”
You roll your eyes. “It’s just a tattoo!”
“A tattoo that isn’t-”
“Say those two words again and I will give you the silent treatment.”
“You are an FBI agent. You’re supposed to represent Bureau.”
“First off lay off the handbook for once and two just stop judging my tattoo. It’s just a fucking bird, Luke! I’ve had it since I was sixteen!”
“What’s going on out here?” Emily said stepping out of her office.
“Luke’s judging (Y/N) on her tattoo and acting jealous because he thinks guys drool over her exposed waist when her shirt lifts up by accident.” Spencer recited not looking up away from his computer.
“I’m in charge of children..” Emily said rolling her eyes as she walked back into her office. You turn away from Luke and dug into your work. You could hear him roll his chair over to you and you ignored him.
“I’m sorry..” He said leaning on your desk. You kept your eyes trained on the file in front of you and highlighted some words and wrote notes. You had been requested to write a consult for a investigation in Montana. You just wanted to finish the consult so you ignored Luke. “(Y/N)… I’m sorry for being jealous and judging your tattoo. I know it has a special meaning behind it and I’m sorry.” You turned your chair to face to computer to type up your consult. After a few minutes of pestering you, he finally gave up and went back to his work. The rest of the work day not a word was shared between you two.
Your tattoo did have a special meaning behind it. One that was very dear to you. Your served in the armed forces but sadly passed away a few years ago during one his final tours in the Middle East. Growing up you always noticed a dove tattoo on his waist. You asked him one day what it meant and he said it reminded him of the peace that he dreamed of. A peace that one day would unite the world as one. So you decided that when you turned sixteen you would get the same tattoo in the same spot. Underneath dove you added your father’s initials after he died so that his memory would live on with you every day. Luke knew why you had that tattoo but because he got worked up about it made you snap. You ignored people when you were mad because you knew once you said one word you would blow a gasket. So it was easier to give them the silent treatment than makes matters worse by getting mad.
Closing out of your email, you shut off your computer and leaned back in your chair closing your eyes. Feeling a poke on your side you peeked open one eye to see Luke sitting next to you in his chair. “Hi.” He said giving you a small smile.
“Stop touching me..” You said moving his away from your body. You felt another poke and you rolled your eyes. “Luke..”
“Speak to me, (Y/N)..”
“Stop poking me… Is that good enough for you?” You say.
“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” He said poking you again.
“You’re a child.”
“But I’m your child.”
“Why did I ever say yes to dating you?” You say getting up from your chair and gathering your things.
“Because you love me.” He said poking your stomach. You stare at him before shaking your head. “Come on, please don’t be mad.”
“I’m not mad.”
“Yes you are.”
“Are to.” He said poking your stomach again.
“This is not facebook, Luke.” You said shoving his hand away. “Stop poking me!” He grabs your hand pulling you down onto his lap. “Let me go, Luke.” You say trying to wriggle out of his tight hold on you. “Luuuuuke.” You groan. “Let. Me. Go!”
“Nope.” He said leaning down to kiss your cheek.
“Lucas Alvez, no PDA at work.” You say pointing at him.
“It’s after hours.” He said.
“Not until both your butts off the premises.” Emily said walking by. “Annoy her at home.”
“Hey can I go home with you tonight?” You ask Emily.
“Not when he’ll be blowing your phone up every minute trying to get your attention.” Emily replied as she pushed her way through the glass doors.
“Already got her attention.” Luke said still holding you in his arms and poking your side.
“Luke!” You exclaim laughing. “You know I’m ticklish there!” You say squirming around in his arms.
“Exactly why I did it.” He kisses your cheek once again as he continues poking you in your ticklish spot.
“Lucas Alvez that it enough.”
“(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), it will never be enough for me.” He laughed before tickling you again.
So I changed it a bit from how it was requested because this idea popped into my head and I thought it was cute so I put it in there.
So as always ya lovely daisies please be sure to like, reblog, and leave your feedback. It has been short on this one tonight but I did promise to have soooomething up so I hope you enjoyed this one! :)