Who: John 'Reaper' Grimm & Jack O'Neill When: Saturday January 11th, Early Morning. Where: The lake What: Fishing and beers. Rating/Warnings: TBD (likely low) Status: Complete and Closed
The Marine was a man of usually strict routines. Up by 5am, out for a run until six or so. Then a half hour work out before stopping to grab a bit of breakfast. This morning though the knock on his door put a pause in John's morning schedule. After opening the front door, and finding himself standing before the Colonel, Grimm figured his plans were about to change. The invite to join his senior for a bit of fishing, and a smaller cooler filled with cold beer, was too good to pass up. So by the time the sun was just starting to rise Reaper found himself sitting there beside the lake; silently keeping an eye on the line in the water, as he took a slow sip from his can.
Not a word had been uttered between the two for nearly an hour, but the lack of conversation didn't bother John in the slightest. Truth be told, there was something enjoyable about a bit of comfortable silence. Something pleasant about being able to simply sit there in peace and quiet while he savored the sunrise and his drink. The time gave the Marine a chance to reflect on all that had happened since he had arrived a week ago. And those thoughts...especially the ones about a certain blonde...brought a little smile to the corner of his lips. At last Grimm spared a glance to the O'Neill and quietly spoke up. "Permission to speak freely, sir?" Oh John knew that Jack wasn't his commanding officer, nor even really part of the same military structure that the UAC Staff Sergeant was. Still old habits died hard.