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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2013 4:09:58 GMT -5
No matter how much evidence countless detective movies and cop shows provided to the contrary, Reid knew, without a doubt, that stakeouts were the most boring form of torture available to man. The widely recognized computer geek had been sitting still and silent for all of about six minutes (a new record) before he couldn't take it any longer. "I brought snacks!" Reid chirped, fairly buzzing with energy as he gave up watching the building. Honestly, it was about as entertaining as watching paint dry: endlessly fascinating for weirdoes like his hapless Batman -or Batwoman, rather- but for intellectuals like himself, well... there was a reason he'd brought his tablet with him. As of this moment, Reid knew he was in serious danger of dying of boredom, so it was only fair that he do something to alleviate the danger to himself.
Picking up his backpack, Reid rifled through it, being sure to take a moment to properly roll his eyes at his companion. Happening upon the snack bag he'd packed, he threw it haphazardly towards her, barely looking in her direction before pulling out a small bundle of juice boxes, "Juice box?" he offered with an innocent grin, eyes fairly sparkling with inner mirth. The only entertainment the prospectively long stakeout had to offer was the other occupant of the car, mainly her reactions to Reid's... unorthodox methods and rather lacklustre sleuthing abilities. The sleep-deprived and, in her case, caffeine-riddled conversations they had certainly didn't disappoint either. Over time, Reid was slowly but surely learning The Rules of Stakeouts. Rule One was apparently not to order delivery to the location of the stakeout. Rule Eight was no eating beans or prunes within 24 hours of a stakeout's beginning. Reid was still learning, of course, but he liked to think he was getting the gist of it.
With a forlorn sigh, Reid looked towards the decidedly boring building once more before leaning his seat back and lifting his feet to place them up on the dash of the vehicle. He reached into his bag of tricks again, pulling out a baggie of carrots, proceeding to open it and munch on one. His parents had always taught him to share and so, like the gentleman he was, he offered the open baggie to Anderson, "Carrot stick? No dip," Reid said absently, deep in thought as he chewed the carrot he'd taken. "Dude, I just realized. We're like... a pretty big deal now- right?" Dark eyes glanced over at Harley, brow raising in silent question, foot bouncing against the dash. "So, I was thinking... and this is just me brainstorming here, but... shouldn't we have code names? I mean, they are an integral part of the spy/agent process."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2013 1:35:49 GMT -5
Stakeouts were the least of Harley’s favorites when it came to being a PI. This is why when she had to be on one, she’d drag Reid along by any means necessary in order to keep her company. She knew it wasn’t very professional of her, but sometimes she made exceptions, even if it made her look like the most inadequate PI in the state of New York. Of course she had found more missing people than any precinct in the city of New York City did in a year. In knowing this, she found she didn’t much care what other people thought.
Besides, this wasn’t a stakeout for a missing person’s case. No, it was a stakeout that she wasn’t all too eager about. The only reason she took up cases such as the one she was currently on, was because she enjoyed taking money from idiot wife beaters, and then helping the wife get out of the relationship. In this case, a husband hired her to watch who goes in and out of the building in hopes of catching his wife cheating on him. Behind his back, Harley had Reid look the guy up and lo and behold, the guy had domestic violence on his rap sheet and never got charged for any of them. Sadly, the wife never pressed charges.
Yawning, she looked over at Reid who just announced he had snacks. Harley dreaded his snacks. They were always healthy and gross, so of course she gave him a look of disgust. Though, the announcement of a juice box cheered her right up and she took it willingly. “I feel like a five year old when you bring these things.” She commented absent mindedly before sticking the straw in the tiny juice box hole and taking a sip. She didn’t bother with the carrots once he offered her some. Why couldn’t he bring actual editable things? “No thanks. Those are bad for my health.”
The thing she hated about juice boxes was that there was never enough in them. Sighing, she threw the empty box in her backseat and looked back towards the building as Reid finished his idea of giving each other code names. They were getting pretty huge – well at least she was. Not many people knew Reid worked with her on some cases, but it didn’t matter to her. He helped her whenever she needed. If he wanted to believe they were getting huge, then she’d let him. No harm in it anyway. Harley leaned her head against the cars seat and looked at him with an eyebrow raised deciding to humor him. “What do you have in mind? I refuse to be named after anything that has to do with my hair. The uncle calls me goldilocks from time to time and it makes me want to kick defenseless puppies.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2014 3:21:03 GMT -5
Reid didn’t understand why Harley insisted that he suffer alongside of her when it came to these stakeouts. Certainly, he could understand her wanting his company- he was an entertaining sort, after all, and… okay, so maybe he did understand her motivations. He just didn’t like feeling restless and with no access to the internet or any sort of technology to take apart and explore, he felt itchy in his skin. Bored. He was so bored. But this was exactly why he brought his bag of goodies with him. If he was bored, there was no doubt in his mind that Harley was equally so. It was up to him to introduce a little bit of something that wasn’t blahness to the night. Otherwise it promised to be a long few hours.
“I know. You’re welcome,” Reid grinned brightly at her comment as she took the juice box. He knew she loved it. How could someone not like juice boxes? It was a total throwback to kindergarten and that alone made it beyond awesome. What he’d noticed the most was that Harley was the sort to play ‘hard to get’ when it came to silly indulgences like juice boxes which was, in Reid’s opinion, completely unnecessary.
He rolled his eyes at her predictable response to his carrots. How could someone not love carrots? “When you’re old and blind, I reserve the right to tell you I told you so. Carrots are the best. You can’t tell me you don’t love carrot cake. Everyone loves carrot cake. You just don’t like them cause they’re orange and bright colours mean veggies and fruit and that means they might possibly be good for you- heaven forbid!” At least he brought snacks. He wondered idly if his partner gnawed on the car seats if she got hungry and he wasn’t there. A quiet laugh lodged in his throat as he took no small amount of delight in that particular mental image.
When she nonchalantly threw the juice box in the backseat, Reid couldn’t quite suppress his flinch. “Your backseat, believe it or not, isn’t a garbage compacter. I know that’s really hard for you to understand, but…” he loved the good-natured ribbing they did. The banter back and forth helped to relax him and that was always a welcome thing. Thinking about code names took his mind off of other things as well. Reid shrugged, bringing his hands up behind his head and leaning back. “Damnit, ‘Blondie’ was the first one I was going to suggest.” Reid’s expression quickly turned to one of mock horror, “Not the defenseless puppies! We’ve talked about this. But nah, I was thinking something awesome but cohesive. Like… Batman and Robin is totally taken, but still. It should be something to rival that because we’re at least as cool as they are- obviously with me making up most of our cool factor. Boots and Bowties has a nice ring to it- not that I wear bow ties or anything.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2014 4:49:00 GMT -5
Vegetables weren't Harley's favorite, but it wasn't like she never ate them. She loved salads which had all kinds of vegetables in them. She just could never eat carrots out of a bag because for her, it had to be with something or cooked. Thinking about salads, Harley's stomach growled and she tried her best to hide it by pretending to get comfortable in the drivers seat. Caving into eating those carrots was not something she was prepared to do; that’s how much she disliked them. She would soon starve to death before putting one of those things in her mouth.
Giving Reid her 'are you kidding' look, she let out a small chuckle. "Yeah okay, that’s not accurate at all. Not everyone likes carrot cake. Carrots do not belong in cakes - it makes no sense! Besides, I happen to like fruit, alright? Why didn't you bring grapes or apples? Now those, I would gladly have eaten." Harley knew she'd regret not taking his snacks when her stomach started hurting and cramping, but at this particular moment, she chose to be defiant. It was times like these she wished she had brought her own share of snacks or could dial a local pizza place to deliver her a pizza. The snacks were possible, however pizza being delivered to her car was not unless she wanted to look like a fool.
It didn't surprise her that Reid would mention her trash being thrown in the backseat. She often did it and he'd make jabs at her for it every time she did. “Shut up.” She responded with a raise of her eyebrow as she rolled her eyes at him. Harley almost let out a small chuckle, but resisted because feeding him would only empower him to make more jabs. Turning her head towards the building, she watched as a car went by at a slow speed and instantly went on investigate mode, however, the car soon passed the particular building they were watching which made her sigh and return her attention back to Reid.
“Ha yeah, funny! Try and call me blondie and see what happens.” Harley snorted and shook her head finding him amusing as usual. This was their thing and he was the only person amongst the people she cared about that she ever bantered with. She'd make jabs at her uncle from time to time, but he'd never make them back. He either gave her an odd look or ignored her jabs completely. He was good at avoidance. Steering her thoughts back to code names, she shrugged not really getting any good ideas on names that would fit well for her. “How about you give me a code name and I give you one?”
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