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[thefbiagent]

He hadn’t meant to slice open his knee, of course, it just happened. He’d been finishing up a run down the beach and had mounted the path up toward the compound when he’d tripped on an exposed root, sending him tumbling on his ass. Thankfully no one had been there to see it, but he’d ripped his knee a bit on the fall. "Shit," he muttered, eying the

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[apoorupbringing]

Chase had followed the pretty freaky trail of blood down the hallway, more curious than grossed out, and peered around the doorway into the room it lead to.

He hadn't been in the clinic before.

"Hey, FBI."

[apoorupbringing]

"Yeah," Chase said, which was about as noncommittal a confirmation as a person could manage.

"At least my inheritance didn't blow," he shrugged, glancing off as he said it, because it was harder to buy some shit when you were looking someone in the eye as you said it.

"I keep my fingers crossed the 'gons'll show up. I mean, everybody else gets something from home, right? That's like part and parcel with this place and so far all I've got is my- girlfriend's dinosaur and a mogwai, which is like awesome? But I could actually use flamethrower gloves." He paused, looking deeply contemplative for a moment.

"...or exray specs."

[thefbiagent]

Booth nodded, lips pressed together. Kid had issues, that was clear enough, but it was also pretty clear he didn't want to talk about them. He was being a man about it, but he wasn't a man yet. Booth had seen it enough with kids in his unit in the Gulf; kids barely out of high school trying to be men. Not easy. Hell, he still had trouble with it and he was old enough to have a bad back.

Booth raised his eyebrows. "Flamethrower gloves and exray specs, damn." He nodded, smiling crookedly. "Sounds pretty awesome." He paused. "The dinosaur's from home, I take it?"

[apoorupbringing]

"Yeah," Chase said. "The future, back home. If you ever see a deinonychus, which is like, what velociraptors were in Jurassic Park- with a nose ring walking around with a sandwich board around its neck? That's Old Lace. Don't shoot her."