Prowl simply leaned back in his chair, relaxing as his blue optics glanced at the time on his computer, which was powered on, since he had been looking over old documents that were saved into his disk. He needed to get to recharge, weary and knowing he needed to wake up early in the morning for a small mission Optimus had assigned him on. It was nothing big, but he wanted to get it down, and he knew it might take the whole day doing.

The security was just about to shut off his computer when he suddenly received an instant message, something that Bluestreak had installed into his computer without his approval. The computer gave off the strange DRING, and Prowl, tempted, turned to it, turning his chair and resting his elbows on the counter next to his keyboard, his optics scanning the screen of the computer to read the message.

u there prowlie?

Prowl’s head tilted as he simply stared at the message, knowing that he had to be getting into recharge but being tempted to reply.

*DRING* its jazz XD

Prowl let out a small sigh as he hung his head, slightly annoyed as he typed his reply on the instant messenger. What is it, Jazz? You know I don’t like it when you message me on the computer like this.

*DRING* oh yea sorry. just missed u and everything and i wanna talk 2 u but if u dont wanna talk then dats ok. i no dat u have been busy and everything and we never gotta sit down and talk since ur  always working :(

Prowl paused, feeling slightly guilty that he was being so rude to Jazz. All he wanted to do was talk, since the second in command had been so busy with work around the base. His white fingers seemed to work themselves as they typed the reply: Well, I’m free now, but I have to get to recharge soon for that mission Prime just assigned me to. What’s on your mind?

The conversation started.

The two mechs typed and messaged each other continuously, just as fast as the other replied, almost like they were right next to each other, speaking vocally right to each other. It was almost like Prowl could hear Jazz’s voice, his fingers continuously typing words in replacement for his voice that seemed to be inexistent to the computer word.

Prowl smiled, chuckled, glared, sighed, and laughed at the replies he continued to get from the other, glad that he was finally able to just forget everything and speak to his dear friend. It had been the longest time, and there was always something that always kept them apart. It drove the two insane at the fact that they couldn’t see each other as much as they wanted to, whether it was work, stress, or something else, something that always interfered with their lives, preventing them to see each other.

Prowl honestly missed seeing the Porsche so much, and it was driving him crazy every day that passed by and he didn’t see that mech with the familiar blue visor. He missed seeing him, more than he would miss seeing anyone else…

The third in command was special to the security officer, though he tried not letting it show to the others, since it was his own little secret that he knew would be best not to let spread around. If the others found out, it would be never-ending teasing and, from others, scolding and jealousy. Jazz seemed to already know the idea of what was going on, but he showed no sign of comply to it or acted any different around the Datsun, which made Prowl question if he really knew or not. He had to figure out somehow…

Before the white and black mech knew it, almost an hour past, with the two instant messaging each other, and Prowl’s optics involuntarily shifted to the time, his body reminding him that he had to get in recharge so he would be able to get up in the morning and do his mission.

Letting out a small sigh, Prowl had no choice but to put the conversation to an end. Hey Jazz, my computer is starting to lag up on me.

*DRING* u wanna stop talking? O_o?

Prowl hesitated before his fingers replied. Yes, since I have to get into recharge anyways. Maybe we can talk to each other sometime after the mission? I would love to see you again.

*DRING* lol yea dat wud be gr8 prowlie. wen u get off da mission comm me and ill be rite there k? i miss seeing u so much. X3

Prowl couldn’t help but smile slightly at the faces Jazz always put in his replies. It made the reply more… amusing. I miss seeing you too, and I will contact you immediately.

*DRING* sweet lol well ill stop bothering u and let u recharge. nite~ :3

Prowl stared at the message, wanting to reply something, something that he was almost… afraid to say. His spark started racing at the thought of what he wanted to type, and he took a small sigh before making his fingers type his reply, his spark thumping hard in his chestplates.
Good night, Jazz.
Prowl took another pause before continuing his message.
I love you.

After his finger hit the key to send the mission, Prowl sunk back in his chair, his spark starting to race once more with the thought of Jazz reading the message he just sent. What if… What if he didn’t feel the same way? What if Prowl just made a fool out of himself with saying such a thing? So many mechs and femmes were after the Porsche, and it wasn’t a surprise. He was so kind, sweet, always that type of person you could count on, though he was quite the joker… and he was so slagging cute, handsome…

Prowl was about to turn away from the computer, knowing that he had made himself into such a fool, when the computer gave off another DRING, the Datsun almost immediately turning his attention back to the computer and reading, not knowing what the other was going to say. His optics widened slightly at the reply, reading it over and over again to make sure he didn’t mistake it for something else.

i luv u 2 prowlie <3 ^///^ primus im glad dat 1 of us finally said dat… I thought I was the only 1!

A smile couldn’t be hidden from the police car’s faceplate as his spark fluttered at reading the message, now sure that he wasn’t imagining things. He let out a small chuckle and quit out of the program, soon shutting off his computer and letting out a small yawn, his white hand covering his mouth. He shut off the lights to his room and lay on his berth, his arms crossing behind his head and helmet resting on them, blue optics staring at the ceiling. He hummed softly with a song he heard Blaster playing across the hall from the inside of his room, so loud that it echoed throughout the hallway, but it  was almost like the Datsun didn’t care about it, his thoughts trapped in the simple reply.

“Hold and love me
Just wanna touch you for a minute
Maybe three seconds is enough
For my heart to quit

Let’s have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on you disco stick
Don’t think too much, just bust that stick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick~”

“Blaster, turn tha’ down!” Ironhide snapped, pounding on the door with his fist. “Ma audios are gonna blow out if ya don’t turn tha’ ruckus down!”

“Yeah, or Prowl’ll be on your aft again!” Powerglide growled, his fists clenched. “Shut that thing off!”

“Prowl’s gonna be mad!” Hound yelled, trying to make sure the red mech in the room could hear him.

Prowl only smiled as he nodded his head to the beat of the music, for once, enjoying it.