He gave Leah a nod, "thanks for the reassurance." He pushed the tail of his coat back out of the way to set his hands on his hips again as he stared at her, waiting for her to get in the car.
He smirked with a roll of his eyes, glancing away and nodding, "figures. Yes, Agent west. Smalls. She's not so bad. It's her superiors that are always getting in the way. Drive me fucking nuts," he looked to Leah, pointing down toward the sidewalk to make a point, "You know, they're the reason I drink at night?" He nodded, "A bunch of assholes is what they are. 'Specially that one guy. Paulson. Really rides my nuts," He made a face, "And sometimes-- sometimes I just want to punch the guy right in the fucking teeth." He paused, blinking a bit and hesitating a moment-- before awkwardly bringing his hand up, his fingertips setting over his mouth.
Wow, he'd just done that. One, he was swearing in front of the kiddo again-- two, he totally just had a moment, and it wasn't pretty. Three, why the hell had he just told this woman his feelings?? He didn't even tell the department's Psychologist stuff, when they insisted he be evaluated for a number of reasons. Complaints. But whatever.
He'd try to act like that didn't just happen...
"Uh." Right. Not working. He dropped his hand away from his mouth to motion to her, the other reaching up to rub at the back of his neck, "You um.. Yes. Thank you," He nodded, "for not dying. I wouldn't have appreciated that, and your brother wouldn't have liked it either." Really? He made a face. Damnit. "A-and you're pretty? You have that. There's that, I mean. It, you know, would have been a shame."
He cleared his throat, "Right. Sorry." He pushed the back door closed, "I said you could sit in the front. Just don't break anything." He shrugged, "and it's not filthy. I made sure it was cleaned thoroughly before I took it out. I assure you."
His brows went up at the look she gave him when he'd called her 'Ms. Stone'. Was that not her name? Shit. She was probably married. There was a kid, so she was likely not a Stone anymore--or.. not. Okay, a twist. A very interesting twist. Officer Stone's sister was not married. And attractive. And had a kid. He liked kids. Even though he probably would have made a terrible father, himself-- he liked them.
Moving to sit back in the driver's seat, when Leah finally got into the Squad car, O'Brien pulled the door shut again. He offered Leah a smile when she said that her brother wasn't going to like that he'd called him by his nickname. His smile spread into more of a grin when Brandon replied with some swearing of his own-- though, it wasn't as bad as O'Brien's had been. "Copy that."
He reached forward to set the radio back down before settling back in his seat, staring ahead at the crowd, near the end of the block, while he somewhat nervously and anxiously drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. He didn't know what to say to her. He felt a little bad about the swearing. But other than that, he just felt like having her in the squad car-- with a kid-- was unknown and slightly uncomfortable territory for him.
Giving a hesitant look over toward Leah and her daughter, he continued to lightly drum his fingers along the steering wheel. Nodding toward her, he decided the least he could try and do was make small talk. "Marigold, huh? Like the flower." Duh, O'Brien. "I like it." Truth. "It's unique. And pretty."