Jack

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Jack still won’t go to the doctor. High blood pressure isn’t something you take lightly, especially not in our line of work. He needs to take time of or … something. The case is over, he could go and sun himself on some beach somewhere for a while. Ah … who am I kidding? Jack Crawford never spent a day sitting down for more than twenty minutes in a

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[george_carter]

Tell Jack you'll go to the trick cyclist when he goes to the regular doctor.

So Josh is going to email me... uh oh.

I'll call mum and have her shop. It'll make her feel better. Then she'll know what's in the fridge. She's still ridiculously happy we went through all the first batch of stuff so fast.

Why you pissy over the quiz. I keep telling you you ain't crazy.

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Bribery. Hmm. Maybe. But I'm not going so it would end up with us both frustrated and pissed off. Which I've been too often lately. I'll find another way.

Yes. Exactly. And I've been warned in advance that I've not to snoop on said emails ... so you're on your own.

*grin* I'm dangerously close to saying that I love your Mom. Let's hope you think the same about mine when she's backing up a storm at six am. Ever woken to the smell of fresh baked cookies?

Schizophrenia ... that's what I'm pissy about. And, for what it's worth, might have to keep telling me that for a while. I don't believe you.

[george_carter]

Why won't you go? I thought she was helping you sort out some things... you said you needed to, so why are you not seeing her?
*looks puzzled*

cookies? for breakfast? *slow spreading smile*

Schizo... yeah. Well, you aren't crazy...

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I don't need to go. She spoke, I spoke, it didn't go anywhere so I'm not going. How did we get to that from ways to convince Jack to go to the doctor?

*little grin* Sinful. Yes. One day of the week, fresh cookies or anything else baking-wise you want for breakfast.

I am. You've no evidence to prove I'm not *grin*