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“Sorry, doll,” Jack began with a pained expression on his face as he looked between the piles clothes in your hand and your eyes. “but I can’t wear that to the office.”
“Come on, Jack, don’t be such a drip. Besides, I picked it out especially with you in mind. You’re hurting my feelings.” you said as you tried to convince him, even going as far as to pull out the ‘sad eyes’ you reserved for when you really wanted Jack to do something.
There was a moment of hesitation, as though the word yes was about to roll off of Jack’s tongue, but he shook his head and kept his resolve. “Maybe next year we can do a couples costume. One that won’t have the fellas laughing their asses off at me.” he said with a slight chuckle followed by a peck on the lips to make sure that everything was alright between the two of you.
“Okay, just let me finish getting ready.” you told him, the smile you held falling, though you tried not to let your disappointment shine through to Jack.
Once Jack left the room, you looked in the mirror and smoothed down your blue and white checked dress while wiping the stray tears that had began to make their way down your cheek. You had spent weeks working on your costume, transforming into Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. When the idea popped in your head, you had thought it would be swell for Jack to dress up with you as the Scarecrow. Everyone at the SSR dressed up in costume, and you thought Jack would at least dress up for you. Although, you were you kidding? He was the chief and had more important things to worry about than something as trivial as a costume.
Fixing your hair and makeup one last time, you slipped in your ruby red slippers, and let Jack know you were ready to leave. He complemented your outfit, but he noticed that your smile didn’t reach your eyes. In fact, the entire commute to the SSR agency, you weren’t you usual self. Even seeing the fully decorated office didn’t pull the smile it usually would from you, but before Jack could say anything, Peggy and Daniel
“You look marvelous, y/n.” Peggy told you as she hugged you before stepping back to readjust her own costume.
“All you need now is a Scarecrow to match.” Daniel chuckled, though stopped immediately when Jack elbowed him in the side on the way to his office.
Daniel looked at you in confusion and as an apology, but you shrugged it off, silently telling both he and Peggy that you just wanted to forget about it. Both of them look skeptical, but respected your wishes and moved on with their day.
By the time lunch rolled around, you still hadn’t spoken to Jack, and when you went to his office, it was empty, and you found yourself even more upset. Not in the mood to be around other people, you decided to eat lunch in Jack’s office while you waited for him. Nearly thirty minutes had gone by without any sign of New York’s SSR Chief, and it wasn’t until you hard a commotion out in the bullpen that you opened the door and gasped out loud.
Is there a Dorothy anywhere here?” Jack called out, fully decked out in the Scarecrow costume you had made for him.
The entire office was in shock as they watched Jack parade around the bullpen looking for you. He had even gone as far as to dig into your makeup collection to color in his nose. Jack’s hazel eyes locked onto your y/e/c eyes and you could see the apology written all over his face. Slowly, you walked towards him and he did the same with you, meeting you in the middle while the rest of the office parted like the Red Sea to allow the two of you to have your moment.
“You wore the costume.” you whispered, tears of happiness in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around Jack’s neck.
“Well, I knew how important it was to you.” he admitted, looking down at the ground before glancing back up. “Besides, there’s no place like home.” he said and kissed you, softly but passionately, all the while ignoring the whistles and shouts from your co-workers.
“Does that mean you don’t got a brain, Chief?” Johnson shouted, sending the rest of the agents into a fit of laughter as you hid your face in Jack’s chest.
“Watch it, Johnson.” Jack warned, but everyone could tell he didn’t really mean it. The rest of the fellas and Marge could poke and tease all they wanted, but he couldn’t care less. Jack would do anything for you, and he hated that it had taken him so long to realize that. If you wanted him to pull the moon and stars out of the sky, he would. And if you wanted him to don this silly costume for a few hours, then so be it. As long as his girl was happy, Jack was too.