Sexy muhfucker tries to be charming [Reid and who knows all]

[yes_imagenius]

Reid had been shot on the job almost a week ago. The bullet had screwed up his leg pretty badly, severing a femoral artery and screwing up all the muscles in his thigh. After fairly extensive surgery and some time in the hospital, they'd sent him home with orders to stay off his leg and keep it elevated which meant he had sick leave for at least a

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Not usually a talker, Jack had quieted down in hopes that he'd be less cranky, but she was getting annoyed with the game because in her opinion it was much better on a computer. Unfortunately Reid's giant leg wouldn't fit into the CIC, so here they were.

"Kind of a b-big-- kind of a big deal," she said after looking around the lobby to make sure Faith wasn't around. "Getting an invite from Faith is not easy."

Of course, the invite was more from her supernaturally outgoing sister, but Jack thought it counted that Faith went along with it. She even almost seemed happy.

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Spencer didn't really see the point in arguing that Jill had given the invite because Faith had allowed it. She'd sort of even okayed it when he'd talked to her later. He was trying to be charming instead of snappy since he was a guest here and if they booted him out, he had no where else to go.

"Yeah?" Reid asked, eyebrows rising up and then down. His brow furrowed as he thought about that a moment. "I didn't want to be a burden but I appreciate her letting me stay. Otherwise I'd end up going into work and bugging everyone there until they told me to go home."

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Fortunately for Reid, Jack was socially retarded for lack of a better phrase. Light compliments even made her blush - Jill was more the people-oriented person. Charming to Jack would just mean being nice to her. Plus she liked Reid instantly upon meeting him and didn't have much of a bubble up. She found it easy to trust him, he was a geek just like her.

"There's no way you'd be a burden. Do you see this place? Bunch of hyperactive slayers, nothing to do all day. It's a match m-made in hea-- made in heaven," Jack said. Nobody in the YMCA disliked Reid, and even with him a little cranky his company was preferable to that of most of the girls who were no kind of challenge to Jack when it came to the 360.

Jack rolled her eyes. She was pretty sure Faith was just all nervous like her but hid it better. "Plus she's totally into you. Faith's just...more Bill Adama than June Cleaver. You know. Gruff and manly."

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Sadly, Spencer was very much a geek. Perhaps even more so than Jill. He was a little different kind of geek because computers weren't his thing but he did like video games and Jack. They'd sort of bonded in their geekdom.

"O-okay," he answered, slipping a little in controlling his stutter mostly because with Jack stuttering too, he didn't actively think about controlling it.

He looked over at Jack like she was insane because that was another thing he and Jack had in common: Social retardation. Faith flirted outrageously with him but he'd long ago decided that was just what Faith did. She liked to see him turn red and stutter. He'd never actually considered that she liked him. "What?...so...she's-a lot prettier than him."

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Jack affected an insulted expression and huffed. "Bill Adama is a pretty-pretty princess," she said. It only took a moment for her to lose her control and start giggling. "He even cries like one!" Jack continued laughing and pounding on her controller.

"That totally makes you Laura Roslin, though." Which Jack found amusing since Reid was laid up in a not-necessarily-sick way. She thought a broken leg counted though since it made him immobile. "Is that why you don't even want Mr. Giles' herbal meds? No tweaking out and seeing the future."

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Reid couldn't help giggling with her because it was funny. Also the idea of him and Faith being Adama and Roslin was really pretty funny. He sobered at her comment about the medicine. He had a prescription for pain killers in his bag upstairs. He refused to fill it though. He shrugged finally and stared at the screen, concentrating (apparently) on shooting zombies.

"About a year and a half ago I was addicted to a drug called hydromorphone. It's a type of morphine but it's about six times stronger than your average morphine. They use it for surgeries. This unsub we were hunting kidnapped me and drugged me with it. A couple of times. That was enough to get me addicted. I've been clean for a little over a year now but I know it wouldn't take much to 'fall off the wagon'. If that happened, I'd lose my whole career."

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"Oh," Jack said before falling into silence again. She really didn't know what to say to that. She couldn't sympathize and she had no idea what it was like. "I'm sorry, that sucks. So, it's like baby aspiring at the most?"

Jack was pretty surprised, because she didn't peg Reid as that kind of person -- even though it made sense that he was forced onto it. It was hard to believe in any respect that it could happen to someone like him. "You tell me if anyone gives you shit for not uhm, taking anything. I'll put the hurt on them," she said, smiling lightly again.

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"Advil," Reid answered. "Two every four hours." Exactly like the bottle said. And it was like trying to put out a forest fire with a bottle of water. He shot a couple more zombies and then navigated his character into a safe room. He looked over at Jack and smiled at her.

"Thanks. Most people don't know. I mean...the team at work knows and everyone at NA but...really-not very many people."

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Jack nodded her understanding. She definitely got the hiding things from people deal, it was something she was practiced at though she wasn't all that skilled in it. She figured explaining it a hundred times a day to everyone in the building would drive him nuts.

"We'll get you a sign that says Don't Medicate the SSA or something," Jack joked. She might have been half-serious because it would just add to how pathetic he looked in his cast and crutches and scruffiness. "Hang it around your neck."

She hopped up after dying and collected their empty snack bowls and cups into her arms. "Want anything? I need more junk food."

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Reid let out a sound that was part giggle, part laugh at Jack's suggestion. "Like the sign at the zoo that says don't feed the animals," he beamed at her. His leg hurt but Jack, the game and their conversation gave him something to think about besides his leg. That always helped. It was easier not to snap at Jack when she was being so accommodating and nice.

"Uhm...cheese balls?" Reid asked. "And a Mountain Dew." The caffeine was a little bit of an addiction but in comparison to his previous one, it was harmless and it helped with the snappiness. "I can help. At least...I don't know talk to you while you're getting everything."

He started to get up on his crutches. His leg was in a brace, held at a stiff angle. His crutches were leaning next to the couch. He had to pee anyway and that was a fun experience with crutches.

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"Totally. You get bear-like when it hur-hurts anyway. Not a stretch," she replied wryly, making sure to chuckle afterward.

Jack hurried to help him stand up. She didn't want to crowd him, but she couldn't help hovering, in case he fell. She'd rather he got annoyed with her instead of breaking another limb.

"Okay, we'll make it a field trip," she said. "Want a Mountain Dew energy drink? I put a bunch in the fridge an hour ago, and there's a slim chance nobody bogarted them." She figured letting him move around and be active was better than making him sit and do nothing. "Maybe we'll hook up the Wii next, get you waving at the TV like a luna- luna-" she huffed. "Like a nut."

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"A bear?" Reid asked, surprised as he struggled to get to his feet. He didn't mind the hovering so much. He didn't want to fall and hurt himself more. Two months off this leg, at least a month off work, was going to drive him a little crazy. Especially without pain medication.

"O-okay," he agreed to the Wii and the energy drink. "Tennis is fun. I'm going to the bathroom. I'll b-be right back."

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"Well...one that hasn't eaten in awhile," she giggled at his question. Reid more resembled a lanky colt, but that wasn't as amusing as bear. "Y'know -- you've got the hair grow-- growing out and everything. I'll, uh, be in the kitchen." She finished the sentence lamely, so as to make sure she didn't put her foot in her mouth any further. After an awkward little wave, she hurried away to do some scavenging.

A quiet squeal of joy came out of her as she found the freezer stocked with ice cream, and sundae paraphernalia in the refrigerator. A tower of goods stacked like Pisa in her arms, Jack precariously made her way to the large table in the middle and let everything spread out. She had bowls and spoons and in the next moment, she was building herself a sundae starting out with three different flavors of ice cream.

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Reid managed to balance long enough to pee and wash his hands then he hobbled out of the bathroom and into the kitchen to find Jack happily making sundaes. He grinned as he moved up to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down, leaning his crutches against the table.

"S-so is this a g-g-group activity or are you hoarding it all to yourself?" he asked jokingly.

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Jack made a face at his question, smiling while she pushed the empty bowl toward him, followed by ice cream and a scoop. "Oh, ice cream is not to be eaten alone, or before 5pm. That means you're an addict, you know," she joked.

She went back to pouring syrup in both traditional flavors until there was a lake of it at the bottom of the bowl. "Err, unless you need help? There's a stool you can pull up if you wanna sit." Her amendment was nervous, and she paused only briefly before grabbing the bowl back and hovering the scoop over the ice cream, without giving him a chance to answer. "No, I'll do it. You're a guest. Which flavor?"

She'd been taught before that guests are served. It was one of those lessons that was going to stick to her forever, courtesy of one of the homes she and Jill had lived in. One of the rare, unpleasant times Jill hadn't been able to intercept for her.

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"Well we don't want that," Reid joked back. He grabbed the stool with the end of one crutch and pulled it toward him, sitting down one he had it in place. "Chocolate and strawberry," he decided, answering her question about the ice cream flavors.

There was nothing wrong with manners but at the same time having them taught unpleasantly, wasn't as nice. Reid had sort of guessed some of the unpleasantness that Jack had gone through in foster homes. It wouldn't have been a stretch, even without his profiler training.