Back on the Force

[Reid Chase]

She knew she should have stayed home longer after what had happened but she was getting way too fidgety without the dogs to keep her company. She even relished JJ's company and nobody on the force did that.

But there she was, pouring herself a mug of joe, about to pour another one for JJ whom she had yet to see since she got in.

Reid took the time looking around, nodding and smiling at everyone she knew, awaiting for JJ's arrival. She could see a few people sporting their own bruises and she sighed softly, wondering how many of these attacks they could actually endure in this small town.

When JJ finally arrived, Reid held up his mug and gave him a small smirk. "You look like you've seen better days, my man."

Tagged: JJ Johnson

[JJ Johnson]

Stupid freakin' dogs. JJ had been out on a bust with one, attacking a stash some dealer had in the worst corners of Kalispell. For the most part, the town was downright kitschy, with its corny shops and the schools and all. Yet in every town, rot existed, and in this case, JJ had been right there, trying to excise that rot, though he wouldn't have put it nearly so poetically as that (taking out the trash was probably the term he would've used). The dogs, however, had treated JJ with, well, let's just say that they acted like most animals did around JJ. He'd been lucky to avoid getting mauled, and he probably would have teeth marks on his leg if he hadn't been wearing gear.

On the plus side, this meant he got to yell at arguably one of the hottest members of the force. It had been a while since he'd managed to convince Reid to roll around with him, and since he was riding high on the whole dog attack thing, he thought he had a pretty good chance. In fact, JJ's mood had only grown of late. Had an awesome time with Jason Campbell a little while ago, and then there was rumor that the school was actually gonna go into lockdown or something. Which meant that, again, everything was coming up JJ.

"Hey, Chase!" he barked (not seeing the irony there at all), as he stormed through, trying to see if she as at her work station or somewhere else. "one of your dogs took a damn bite out of my leg!" slight over-exaggeration there, but hey, this was JJ.

What else did you expect?

[Reid Chase]

Her smirk dropped a little at the insult to her dogs before she rolled her eyes, knowing JJ was in one of his moods. She usually countered it by being as bright as possible, knowing it aggravated her co-worker.

"My babies would not do something unprovoked. It's usually the bitches that get them worked up." She smiled widely, handing him the mug of coffee she had poured him earlier.

Adjusting her collar, she took the opportunity to give him a once over, worried if her dogs actually did hurt him.

[JJ Johnson]

"Well, there weren't any bitches around except for some of the nancies on the force,' replied JJ, taking the mug without saying anything else. He took a near gulp of it, wincing a little as the hot coffee scorched its way down. That was how real people drank coffee: none of this sissy sipping at it. Plus, he kinda liked how it felt.

JJ noticed Chase's eyes and grinned lecherously, preening. He managed to practically swell, his eyes eating Chase's body in turn. Hey, if she looked first, that meant things were fair game. Of course, JJ, being JJ, didn't note that Chase was, in fact, checking to see if he was half as wounded as he claimed. there was some ripping at his pant leg, but other than that, no outward sign that anything had even happened (mostly because, well, nothing really had).

"You're looking good today too," he practically purred, moving his head in a sort of "you know it" gesture before altering to preen a little more, flexing his muscles against the probably too-tight uniform he still wore.

[Reid Chase]

"Aww, JJ. You don't have to paint yourself in such a bad light. I'm pretty sure everyone knows what you are already." Reid reached over and patted him on his shoulder with an amused smirk.

As it turned out, she was also checking him out in addition to looking for any clues to support his nonsensical claim. When she saw the torn pants with no blood, she rolled her eyes and took a sip of her coffee.

Noting his gesture, Reid shrugged, tossing her ponytail over her shoulder. "These bruises just add to the whole mystery." She didn't dare touch them since some were still a little sore.

"Go change your pants, ya big nancy. And stop bothering my dogs. Or I'll get them to do a lot more damage than a pair of ripped pants."

[JJ Johnson]

The first comment just soared right over JJ's head. He stared at Reid, blinking, trying to figure out where he'd somehow mentioned himself in that earlier comment. Nothing came to mind, so he just brushed it off, figuring that Reid was trying to sound "smart" or something. He made up for it by doing some more leering, enjoying what he saw, even the bruises.

"Just means somebody gave you a rough time," he drawled, bouncing his eyebrows suggestively a few times, clearly hinting that he could certainly do the same. In truth, JJ was pretty sure he knew where Reid got them. A few members on the force had volunteered to help with a recent infraction between SPECTRE and the Academy. JJ hadn't, which was why he looked as perky as normal.

"What is with the cops around here and siccing their fucking dogs on me?" JJ demanded, clearly determined not to move until he got to say his piece. "First Harver with his damn monster dogs. I swear that little prick's trained one to hump my leg everytime I get anywhere close to it. Thing's some kinda freakish humping machine. Big too," JJ extended his hands wide and then brought his hand far above his waist, and JJ was not a small man. "And your damn dogs taking bites outta me. I'm a goddamn officer of the law, Chase! They should be biting the perps, not me!" And JJ nearly pouted at that, leaning against the counter and frowning deeply.

[Reid Chase]

Reid looked at JJ as he tried to figure out what she meant and when there didn't seem to be a proper reaction to it, she simply rolled her eyes. At least he was pretty enough to look at.

"They most certainly did." She responded, trying not to relive the scuffle she had unwittingly entered into not a few days ago. It wasn't traumatising on any level but she definitely did not want to relive it.

She got the hint he was trying to send her way though and while it was tempting to just crank a quickie out, it was definitely not advisable. Even if he did look oh so delectable right then.

And even as he pouted about how the dogs were treating him, Reid couldn't help but feel quite affectionate for the man. Damn his good looks.

"It would help if you weren't so damn mean all the time, Johnson. I mean you get it on the regular, there shouldn't be a stick up your ass all the time." She said over the rim of her mug of coffee.

[JJ Johnson]

"I need to fuck anyone up?" asked JJ, actually sounding a little protective there. Call it the alpha male in him; if a woman was actually willing to spread her legs for him or a guy bend over, especially if they were willing to do it on the regular, then JJ felt the need to at least show them some kinda protection. Plus, he didn't like the idea of anyone fucking up people he knew, especially hot people he knew, especially hot people he knew that were willing to sleep with him. He practically growled at the thought, but opted to try and keep his cool. He'd just unleashed some major kickass a few moments ago, and he could already feel the kickbacks from his ability creeping into his system. Last thing he needed was more reason for Dr. Jason Campbell to get all preachy with him.

"Mean? I ain't fucking mean all the time!" protested JJ, snorting. "What kinda bullshit is that? I'm not freakin' mean in bed. Well,' he grinned again, "not unless you want me to be."

He raised his eyebrows suggestively there, moving his leg again. Which let him feel the rips, the whole reason behind his accosting Reid in the first place. Joy. "The dumb mutts just smell an alpha and wanna piece of this,' he concluded, stretching his arms wide, just in case Reid wasn't fully certain which "this" he was talking about.

[Reid Chase]

Reid looked at JJ under a scrutinising gaze, wondering if she should take him seriously. She knew he was pretty protective of certain people around him but she didn't quite know if that had extended to her just yet. They've known each other awhile but JJ never seemed human enough to her for her to think he cared about her in that way.

But rather than mull it over any longer, Reid chuckled and shook her head. "They're in max." She shrugged casually, though some had died. Not in her hands.

Giving him a constipated look when he argued and then gave the lecherous innuendo, Reid couldn't help the eye roll she gave him. "You're arguing with me over torn pants, Johnson. Come on."

Another look of utter constipation came across Reid's face when he described himself as alpha male. Briefly, she wondered why she was even sleeping with him. Wait no, scratch that. She knew why. She just didn't understand why this turned her on more often than not.

The telekinetic approached the taller man and sighed, adjusting his badge as she looked up at him. "Mmhmm. And who could resist all of this." She patted his chest and gave a small huff of laughter, sidestepping him and walking over to her station.

"I am so glad you're prettier than you are smart. Makes it easier for me to go down on you most nights." She sighed in mock exasperation. "I'll sew those pants up for you, ya big nancy. Just stop aggravating my babies."

[JJ Johnson]

No need to do anything to anyone, though it sounded like JJ might be swinging by max after a bit and making a few suggestive comments. Not that he wouldn't have been doing something like that anyway, since it was near the top of the list his favorite things to do. He brushed it aside, mostly because they'd moved on to the pants thing, and let's face it, JJ cared more about JJ than anyone else, even a hottie.

Of course he misjudged her look too. That look of consternation turned into one of awe at JJ's obviously manliness and sheer awesometude. He probably would've started posing or posturing in a bit. "I know, right? It's hard to believe I don't have like three people in my bed every night. Still get more action than a hotel," he winked at that, grinning lasciviously at the thought. She'd moved around him, but offered another compliment, which JJ took with his usual grace. He definitely swelled, posturing a little more.

"Hey, agree to go down on me a little and we'll put the whole thing behind me. Not like they're my pants anyway," he said, shrugging. they weren't, actually, but were instead special uniforms that were assigned to people when they dealt with the dogs, especially people like JJ that had a tendency to provoke... reactions from the various animals.

[Reid Chase]

Reid mimicked throwing up when he made the remark and punctuated it with that slimy grin. He was ridiculously good looking but boy did she hope he would close his mouth sometimes.

Rolling her eyes at his suggestion, Reid reached a hand out and punched JJ on his shoulder. "You're lucky I can't actually lift you up. You'd have gone through the walls if I did." She snorted and flexed her fingers.

"I'm going back to work. I've had my JJ fix for the week." She started to walk past him, purposely brushing her side against his as she went. "Stop pissing my babies off, JJ. They're more human than you are." She patted his chest and walked off with an amused shake of the head.

[JJ Johnson]

JJ let Reid hit him. He kept telling himself that was how it worked too. Like he had some control over the whole thing, could've dodged it. He didn't believe her comment in the slightest though. If Reid did something like that, well, she knew what JJ would do. He certainly wouldn't be able to control himself. They'd probably end up having some awesome sex though: the kind of shit that wrecked buildings and all.

JJ got so wrapped up in this fun little mental image that he missed Reid's comment, only really noticign her again when she brushed against him. He heard something about the dogs being more human than him, which while most likely true still got him a little. He glared at her for a bit, then settled for watching her ass as she left.

"You know you'll want an injection of vitamin J!" he yelled, mostly directing the comment at the retreating rear. "And when you do, you'll give me a call."

Oh yeah, you know she would. JJ grinned and leaned against a wall, smirking in satisfaction... well, at least until a higher ranked officer showed up and told him to get the hell out of his riot gear and report the damages. Then JJ would be off too, actually doing his job for once (well, mostly, no way in hell was he doing the paperwork. That's what he had Harver for).

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