[OTC] How well do you get along with your family?
[simpledoc used with permission from his mun. Set back in the period between 224: Charge of this Post and 301: People with Money, but closer to 301.]
“Let’s talk about your family,” Coley said as he bounced the ball, his eyes moving around the court to try and find a way around the detective in front of him. Flack knew that they were supposed to be having a session on Coley’s office but he had just managed to get himself back on his feet and he really didn’t feel like sitting. Talking the man into a one-on-one basketball game had been a lot easier than he had thought it would be, but he should have known better than to think that the game would distract the shrink enough to get him off the hook.
“What does my family have to do with the hole in my gut?” Flack asked, stalling. There was the squeak of sneakers against the hardwood floor as Coley went to push around him, and Flack followed, trying as best he could to block the shot. The ball arched from his fingers, and Flack let out a slight groan as the ball dropped through the hoop. Yes, he knew he was a little out of shape-the doc didn’t have to rub it in his face.
“It doesn’t directly. But if you’d like, I could make that work.” Coley moved to grab the ball as it bounced back off the floor and tossed it back in Flack’s direction. When Flack didn’t respond right away, Coley smirked back at him. “Fine. How did your family handle you being injured?”
Flack shrugged as he moved back to the line, bouncing the ball back to Coley as he moved into position. “Pretty well, all things considered. No one’s told me I shouldn’t be going back on the job yet, so I think they’re takin’ it pretty well.”
Coley nodded as he bounced the ball back, and Flack started to dribble the ball in front of him. “They’ve been coming ‘round to see you often?”
“My mom, yeah,” he said with a nod. “She comes around and cooks a bit.”
“Never a bad thing.”
“Definitely not,” Flack grinned. “And Sam’s been coming around a lot too.”
“Sam-brother?”
“Sister,” he replied, before sidestepping and taking the shot from where he was standing. The ball arched over the two men’s heads, before coming down near the net, but bouncing off the rim and heading to the side. Flack winced at the missed shot before moving his hand to swipe some of the sweat off his forehead. “Usually she’s a pain in the ass, but it’s been nice having her around during the day.”
“She works nights, then?”
“Bartender.”
Coley nodded, before going to pick up the ball. “That must not have gone over so well with Dad.”
Flack shrugged for a minute, watching as Coley took the position on the line. “He wasn’t thrilled, but Sam-she’s always been one to do her own thing. Which usually ends in us bailing her out.” Once he was in position, he bounced the ball to Flack, who bounced it back. “But it’s usually not for anything big, so we tend to let it go.”
“Must get tiring after a while, though,” Coley replied, starting to dribble the ball lightly. “Having to bail her out all the time when she gets into trouble, while you’re the one who followed into the family business and tows the line all the time.”
“Well, what am I supposed to do?” Flack asked, raising an eyebrow back up at the man in front of him, leaning forward to rest his hands on his thighs. “She’s my sister. It’s not like I have a choice, I either protect her, or I don’t. And with the stuff I see every day? I’d rather protect her.” Coley nodded for a moment, and Flack paused, before flashing the man a smirk. “Now are you gonna take the shot, or are you just going to stand there bouncing the ball.”
Coley smirked back. “You know you are losing, don’t you?”
“Maybe,” Flack grinned. “But I’m not done yet.”
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“Let’s talk about your family,” Coley said as he bounced the ball, his eyes moving around the court to try and find a way around the detective in front of him. Flack knew that they were supposed to be having a session on Coley’s office but he had just managed to get himself back on his feet and he really didn’t feel like sitting. Talking the man into a one-on-one basketball game had been a lot easier than he had thought it would be, but he should have known better than to think that the game would distract the shrink enough to get him off the hook.
“What does my family have to do with the hole in my gut?” Flack asked, stalling. There was the squeak of sneakers against the hardwood floor as Coley went to push around him, and Flack followed, trying as best he could to block the shot. The ball arched from his fingers, and Flack let out a slight groan as the ball dropped through the hoop. Yes, he knew he was a little out of shape-the doc didn’t have to rub it in his face.
“It doesn’t directly. But if you’d like, I could make that work.” Coley moved to grab the ball as it bounced back off the floor and tossed it back in Flack’s direction. When Flack didn’t respond right away, Coley smirked back at him. “Fine. How did your family handle you being injured?”
Flack shrugged as he moved back to the line, bouncing the ball back to Coley as he moved into position. “Pretty well, all things considered. No one’s told me I shouldn’t be going back on the job yet, so I think they’re takin’ it pretty well.”
Coley nodded as he bounced the ball back, and Flack started to dribble the ball in front of him. “They’ve been coming ‘round to see you often?”
“My mom, yeah,” he said with a nod. “She comes around and cooks a bit.”
“Never a bad thing.”
“Definitely not,” Flack grinned. “And Sam’s been coming around a lot too.”
“Sam-brother?”
“Sister,” he replied, before sidestepping and taking the shot from where he was standing. The ball arched over the two men’s heads, before coming down near the net, but bouncing off the rim and heading to the side. Flack winced at the missed shot before moving his hand to swipe some of the sweat off his forehead. “Usually she’s a pain in the ass, but it’s been nice having her around during the day.”
“She works nights, then?”
“Bartender.”
Coley nodded, before going to pick up the ball. “That must not have gone over so well with Dad.”
Flack shrugged for a minute, watching as Coley took the position on the line. “He wasn’t thrilled, but Sam-she’s always been one to do her own thing. Which usually ends in us bailing her out.” Once he was in position, he bounced the ball to Flack, who bounced it back. “But it’s usually not for anything big, so we tend to let it go.”
“Must get tiring after a while, though,” Coley replied, starting to dribble the ball lightly. “Having to bail her out all the time when she gets into trouble, while you’re the one who followed into the family business and tows the line all the time.”
“Well, what am I supposed to do?” Flack asked, raising an eyebrow back up at the man in front of him, leaning forward to rest his hands on his thighs. “She’s my sister. It’s not like I have a choice, I either protect her, or I don’t. And with the stuff I see every day? I’d rather protect her.” Coley nodded for a moment, and Flack paused, before flashing the man a smirk. “Now are you gonna take the shot, or are you just going to stand there bouncing the ball.”
Coley smirked back. “You know you are losing, don’t you?”
“Maybe,” Flack grinned. “But I’m not done yet.”
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