Sexy muhfucker tries to be charming [Reid and who knows all]
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 month or so, depending on how his leg healed. Originally he was going to hole up in his apartment and eat a lot of take out but that was before he'd talked to Faith...and Jill. The conversation had gone something like this:
[Jill grabs phone] "Hey shetotallywantsyoutobehere. We'llthrowyouabrokenlegparty. Nowigottagobeforefaithkillsme."
The phone had clattered to the floor but Faith had eventually called him back, sort of confirmed that he was invited and he'd packed, gotten on a plane and shown up in Cleveland. Right now he was lying on a couch in the lobby of the Y playing Left 4 Dead with Jack. His leg was killing him and he was trying not to snap at her. There was no reason to snap at Jack, except that he refused to take anything stronger than Advil for his leg.
[Jill grabs phone] "Hey shetotallywantsyoutobehere. We'llthrowyouabrokenlegparty. Nowigottagobeforefaithkillsme."
The phone had clattered to the floor but Faith had eventually called him back, sort of confirmed that he was invited and he'd packed, gotten on a plane and shown up in Cleveland. Right now he was lying on a couch in the lobby of the Y playing Left 4 Dead with Jack. His leg was killing him and he was trying not to snap at her. There was no reason to snap at Jack, except that he refused to take anything stronger than Advil for his leg.