Alternate Universe "MCAT"
Disclaimer: Just playing. I know I can't keep 'em but if I could they'd be on season 10 by now!
Thanks to Sherry for MCAT
Characters: JD, Chris, Vin
Summary: No harm in dreaming...
Kicking back as he put his feet up on the desk, JD smiled. This was... GREAT! He leaned back against the hands clasped behind his head and looked around the room. He'd been in this room many times but never alone and never in *this* chair. Dropping his feet to the floor, he unclasped his hands and leaned forward to rest on the desk, picking up a pen and pointing it toward an empty chair.
"Did you get me the report I wanted, Tanner? Good, we'll talk about it in the conference room after lunch." JD chuckled then pointed to the other empty chair.
"Larabee, I still haven't received your statement on your last case. Coordinate with Sanchez and get it to me by day's end, oh and tell Standish and Jackson I'm still waiting on their expense reports, I'm especially looking forward to Ezra's. I could do with a good laugh."
JD was laughing now as he resumed his original position, feet back up on the desk and yawning as he relaxed into Commander Larabee's soft leather chair. The office was deserted, everywhere was quiet...maybe he could close his eyes and imagine himself here every day...in this office ....close his eyes...just for a minute.
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Vin shook his head and grinned at Chris. Yet another meeting with Travis, their fourth this week and Chris was not amused.
"Stop grinning at me you scruffy Texan," Chris growled, though there was no real menace in it, frowning as his comment simply made Vin grin wider. "Who's in the office?" Chris asked, attempting to change the focus from his sour demeanor.
"No one," Vin reminded, "you told 'em to go home after the day we had yesterday."
Chris nodded his agreement, shuddering at the image that entered his mind from the previous day's fiasco. He snapped back to reality as on approaching his office, Tanner halted him.
"Did you hear that?"
Removing their guns from their holsters, they cautiously approached Chris' office, noticing the door was open and motioning to each other to advance from either side of the opening. As he peered in, Vin grinned and leaned against the doorjamb, relaxing his gun arm as he did so. Chris re-holstered his own weapon as he mirrored Vin's movements and stared into his room, cracking a smile at his softly snoring youngest agent. Both men looked at each other, then with a wicked chuckle, Chris walked in.
"AGENT DUNNE!"
Startled from his snooze, JD flapped, his feet flying off the desk causing him to lose his balance and he toppled to the floor. Grabbing the arm of the chair as he balanced on his knees to get upright, JD blinked hard at the two men staring at him.
"Y'alright down there, kid?" Vin smiled.
"Err...I was just...erm I...aww hell."
Feeling a might weary himself, Chris took pity on the dazed younger man and held out his hand to help JD to his feet.
"Come on, how about I buy you both a cup of coffee?"
They nodded together and headed back out to the bullpen.
"So, ya like the big chair, huh?" Vin asked as they walked, amused by JD's guilty look.
Chris put an arm around JD's shoulders. "You know, you're pretty much ready to move out and up...if that's what you'd like."
JD looked between the two men and swallowed hard. "Is that what *you'd* like?"
Chris looked thoughtful, then grinned. "Nah...I reckon you're good for a few more years, yet, what d'ya think, Vin?"
"Oh, at least...I mean, somebody round here's gotta keep us in line, go for coffee...tell bad jokes..."
Relieved, JD grinned. "I got a few new ones for Halloween, ya wanna hear 'em?"
Chris mock sighed. "I reckon I'm gonna regret this."
JD chuckled. "Why wasn't the vampire working? He was on his coffin break."
"Oh no...no, no..." Vin winced.
"Or how about...Do zombies eat popcorn with their fingers?" JD grinned at their expressions, but went on undeterred. "No, they eat their fingers separately." JD was cackling now, Chris wagged his finger.
"Please let that be it."
The kid was on a roll. "Aww hell no. What do you call someone who puts poison in a person's corn flakes?" He laughed helplessly, the two men unable to prevent a chuckle escaping.
"A cereal killer...Wait... wait...What do you call a dead chicken that likes to scare people?" Now Dunne was wiping his eyes, Chris and Vin were aching from laughing at *him* laughing.
"A POULTRYgeist. ..get it...POULTRYGEIST! "
Tanner grabbed their youngest as they entered the staff lounge and knuckled his head. Chris flopped onto a sofa, looking back fondly at the two men.
"Nah...I reckon this team's fine just as it is."THE END