Daniel pushed his sunglasses further up the bridge of his nose as he jogged down the few steps from the FBI building on to the street, his dark grey suit jacket hanging neatly over his arm. The 'welcome to the team' meeting had been a boring necessity and he was glad it was done and over with. If he had to listen any longer to his new boss babbling on about duty and loyalty toward the job, he wouldn't have been able to stand for his own actions anymore.

"Son of a bitch.." His already damaged mood dropped even further when his eyes fell on a Skyline parked mere inches from the bumper of his black BMW. He wasn't even aware those things were street legal in California.

With fast strides, he made his way over to the two cars, tossing his jacket on the hood of the Skyline before he kneeled down to inspect his own bumper. If there was even one tiny scratch on his paint job, the owner of this probably soon to be impounded vehicle would be in for one hell of a treat.

With fast steps Brian made it out of the large, grey, sterile looking FBI building. Hopefully this was the last time he'd set his foot in there.

He didn't look back. But what he saw ahead wasn't much better. Some guy had parked his butt on the Skyline's fender. From the looks of it another agent since he was in dress pants and nice shirt right in front of the building. The badge gave away his job.

"FBI, huh? What are you doing on my car?" He wondered. Of course he was aware he had done one hell of a parking job but he was a little handicapped now that Chris had stabbed him in the shoulder.

Danny turned his head toward the blonde man approaching him, the question causing him to raise his eyebrows behind the dark shades. "What am I doing on your car? You're lucky that junkyard didn't graze my BMW or it wouldn't be your car much longer."

He moved his body from the Skyline's bumper and stood straight while he pushed the glasses down to the tip of his nose, revealing his eyes. "Just a friendly warning. From man to man. You do not wanna get on my shit list." The sentence ended with a smile that contrasted the tone of his voice. He didn't care if this guy just came out of the FBI building or not and was a possible colleague, he wasn't here to make friends. If the man couldn't park properly, he shouldn't be anywhere near a vehicle, especially one that belonged to Daniel.

If there was one thing Brian couldn't stand it was unfriendly jack-ass calling his Skyline a junkyard. His mood immediately changed to sour.
If there was another thing that pissed him off it was people telling him how to drive.
Trying to stay out of trouble he pretended the crap didn't bother him and mention while he was walking by.
"And I always thought lazy old white haired guys drove those fat European imports or pimps...which one are you?"
He got into his car and held his hand out the window flipping his colleague off.

Danny could only curl the corner of his mouth up in to a crooked smirk this time while he moved his shades back up to cover his eyes. "So this is how they do it in LA? Cheap insults and obscene gestures."

He tapped the hood of the Skyline with his flat hand before he pointed a finger in the man's direction. "I'll be seeing you around. You can count on that." He smiled once more before he headed to his own car. He had already wasted enough time here, waiting for apparently this guy when he could have already been doing more important things.

brian had made it a habit to try and have a good start with coworkers but he decided now was the time to say 'screw it'. He didn't want to be a cop any more and this guy was asking for trouble.
Instead of pulling out into the busy traffic forward Brian decided to back up just a tad and then make his tires spin out before heading off.
He smirked at the man in his rear view mirror. "All you'll see is my behind." He muttered to himself.

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