AU BAU. Staying alive, been ridden hard by life and put away wet. Single by destiny, too damn crotchety for words. Parody is such a demeaning word.
God’s Waiting Room
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Darkness in my mind. Mostly caused by what you need at work, but some of it is from
my own…*casts about in his mind for the word…* lassitude.
*rubs forehead, absently at first, then firmly, til his skin flames red*
10 AM: Jim strides into the conference room, eyes focused on the lectern, and lays his brief down.
Today he’s not in his usual crisp, white lab coat and baggy khakis. Today he’s slipped into a new skin. No lab rat shows up to scurry around, babble off a report, and skitter off.
Today, I felt like the first time we really interacted — that time that I fell off a boat. The new guy on the larger team of the BAU-Quantico forensics group, a guy I had seen in passing, reached his hands down and dragged me up onto the boat deck. I looked and felt like a
Benny Hill sketch sans the girls in bikinis. My arms flailed and pinwheeled, and I’m pretty damned sure something akin to a squeak or squeal or maybe a butch yelp escaped my lips as I fell backward.
Dammit. I hate being embarrassed.
But I digress.
There was humor in his
Sunday night and Jimmy lies in bed, eyes watching shadows on the ceiling. His hands, laced lightly on his chest, are not reflections of his thoughts. He’s still chest-breathing, not given over to any semblance of heavy-lidded drowsiness or the belly-breathing of the relaxed.
“It’ll be fine,” he says out loud. “It’ll be fine. We can work together, we have been working together. Just because…”
He can’t say the next words out loud, but they thrum through his mind. Just because I read his words, just because I saw inside his thoughts,