I need a DVR. I wanna know what's going on with Grace & Rigsby! I don't particularly care about the rest of what's going on on The Mentalist. Also, with CSI:NY coming on at the same time as Supernatural, I haven't seen any of it. I don't even know when I started watching that show!
Oh Psych. I love Shawn's dad. :) This show has a special place in my heart. Hopefully I can stay awake for all of it.
There was a point behind this post, but I can't remember what it is. Oops?
Um, I found this on my phone. Can one of you tell me what it was part of / where it was going / why I was writing it? (ficishness of the GK variety)
Ray knows this isn't Brad's fault, or LT Fick's fault, or Walt's fault, but that doesn't mean he has to be happy about the situation. He stomps around their small camp, masking his worry in anger and frustration, kicking at clumps of sand and cursing command with every other breath. He's about had it with their fucking retarded ass ways of doing things. Of course it would make sense to them to pull two guys out of Bravo to send on a mission with some fucktarded halfwits from Charlie that they barely know and a couple reservists who don't know shit. Of course they would pull Hasser and Stafford. Of course they would assure LT Fick that it was a simple, low-risk mission, and of fucking course they would be completely fucking wrong.
The special recon team should have been back hours ago, and now command is making nosies about moving out without waiting for their return; Alpha and Bravo have been given another mission while Charlie waits for the recon team's return. Fuck that noise, Ray isn't letting that shit go down without a fight. From the raised voices coming from the command tent, LT Fick is on the same page. Ray knew he liked the LT for a reason.
When the order comes, it's not from Fick. It's Godfather himself who issues it before disappearing into one of the command tents to fuck up someone else's day. Even so, Ray stands stubbornly half a dozen steps away from the humvee, arms crossed.
"Corporal Person." Brad's using his big scary team leader voice, like Ray's not immune to it. "Get in the fucking victor. We're oscar mike." He glances to where LT Fick is heading in their direction and adds, "Now, Ray."
Ray huffs and throws himself into the seat as Brad slides in from the other side. "This fucking sucks."
"We have our orders," Fick says, leaning against Brad's side of the humvee. He looks none too happy about it, eyes bright and cheeks flushed, and Ray thinks for a minute that it's probably a good thing that Fick isn't actually pyrokinetic (he and Walt had figured that shit out one night, assigning superhuman powers to everyone in Bravo, their own special team of X-Men, only way more badass) because then command's tent would be a flaming pile of waste in the middle of this desert wasteland.
Brad and Fick are doing that thing where they communicate without words, which Ray thought was something special between himself and Brad until they met Fick. Finally Fick sighs and leans in closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial tone. "Command wanted to give us a couple guys from Charlie in the meantime, but I told them we'd just readjust. I'm putting Garza back with you for the time being. Our mission is to secure a bridge near some town that isn't even on the fucking map. It's just busy work, so let's knock it out quickly and get back here. If the special mission recon team isn't back by then, we'll go find them ourselves."
He taps the top of the hood twice as he walks away, calling out for Garza to switch up humvees. While they're waiting for their temporary gunner, Brad reaches over briefly to squeeze the back of Ray's neck. It's the barest of touches, but Ray relaxes a bit just the same. Ray's got faith in Brad and Brad's got faith in the LT and LT isn't going to let them leave Walt.
The bridge mission is bullshit. There's not even a fucking bridge there when they reach the canal, and the "town" is a compound of empty huts. They make the rounds, finding some rats and a bunch of cobwebs but not much trace of the previous inhabitants. Ray uses his gun to bust out the windows in one of the huts; Brad raises his eyebrows at him but doesn't make a move to stop him.
They load up to head back to camp and Trombley wiggles around in his seat like a toddler who has to go potty. Or like he's working up to say something."Seregeant? Hasser's gonna be at camp when we get back, right?"
"Of course he is!" Ray snaps before Brad can say anything. "Now shut the fuck up and let me drive."
There is a tense, uncomfortable silence filling the humvee all the way back, and Ray lets out a huge sigh of relief when they pull up at the camp and he catches sight of the two reservists who had gone out on the special mission.That means Walt is here, and Ray can find something to bitch him out over so he can show his affection.