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Andrew Wells is a giant nerd (tuckersbrother) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-06-15 01:41:00

Entry tags:

andrew wells, seeley booth

WHO: Andrew and OPEN
WHAT: Andrew wants foods.
WHEN: Evening, January 14th.
WHERE: In the community kitchen.
WARNINGS: Nerdery, most likely.

Andrew had spent most of his day down in his office, going over all sorts of papers pertaining to the complex. The usual sorts of things. Bills and whatnot. Because even though the residents got it free, that didn't mean that the building's power, water, etc. were free completely. Someone still had to pay those bills.

But after a while he got tired of looking at paper after paper, black text on a white background. Plus, he got hungry. So he did what any human guy would do. Got up and made his way to the nearest refrigerator, and that refrigerator was in the community kitchen down on the ground floor of the complex.

Thankfully, other people thought to stock the fridge at times, knowing that they weren't the only ones that ate out of it. And really, if you ate out of it at all you should do something to restock it, or at least help out around the building. But that wasn't something that Andrew felt like getting onto people about, especially since most of the people that weren't helping so much were minors anyway. Besides, there were tons of other things that were way more important than the community fridge in Lawrence. Like worrying about what sort of big crazy was going to pop up next.

"Please let there be Hot Pockets," Andrew muttered to himself as he pulled open the freezer and stuck his head inside.

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hates_clowns
2010-06-15 09:06 am UTC (link)

Booth was just coming back from a long day at work. His right wrist was wrapped with an ace bandage, but in his other hand was a bag of groceries set ontop of the counter. "Not going to find any in there. " He was tired. That much was obvious. Both mentally and physically a little worn each way. "Here." He nudged open the bag where a shiny new box of Hot Pockets sat on the side of everything else in the bag. The else being a six pack of some kind of soda, some other things the complex had been out of, and an ice pack. Vegetables and sandwich condiments. That sort of thing. "Mind putting rest of these away for me?" He asked as he pulled out an ice pack from the bag and leaned against the counter or a minute.

He loved his job but there were some days that just seemed to last forever and today was one of them. Infact he wasn't even done for the night yet. His job wasn't exactly a typical nine to five. Chances were he'd be getting called back in for something or another. All he really wanted to do was talk to Angela or Eliot, maybe have a beer and watch the Late Show. But he wasn't sure he could, his mood had been pretty sour since Angela broke away and told him she wasn't his squint anymore. It just broke something inside him. He couldn't bring himself to talk to her yet. And Eliot was probably busy.

Carefully he put down the ice and began to unwrap the bandage. His wrist was swollen and bruised. Picking up the ice again he set it directly ontop of the bruise, hoping to make the pain die down a little faster.

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tuckersbrother
2010-06-17 04:36 am UTC (link)

Andrew looked back over his shoulder when he heard someone speaking to him and setting something on the counter. And when he saw a box of Hot Pockets peeking out of said bag he couldn't help smiling. "You are a lifesaver, by the way," he said simply as he moved towards the counter. "And sure, I can put these up." With that he started pulling the other items from the bag and stashing the things away in the fridge.

Then he noticed something. "Didn't you say that you fractured that wrist?" he asked, looking at the fact that Booth's wrist was wrapped in an ace bandage. Ace bandages weren't made for broken bones, after all. "You should probably get Martha to put a cast on that or something. You can still knock it on things if it's just bandaged and it'll just make it worse." Besides, wasn't Booth supposed to be really good at shooting? A fractured wrist, if not taken care of properly, could be career ending when it came to gun aim.

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hates_clowns
2010-06-17 08:03 am UTC (link)

Booth offered the younger man a scruffy smile and nodded. "Least I can do. I restock once in a while since I'm making a paycheck now and living here for free." He couldn't afford to feed them by himself, but he figured others chipped in as well so he wasn't to annoyed by it. "Thanks. Been a long day and it isn't over yet. " Being FBI wasn't a nine to five. He knew that when he signed up. Some days he wished it were.

"Yeah. This is only temporary until I can get down to the med bay. I just wanted to drop this off and get my ice on the swelling. Most of these are frozens." He pointed to the bag of grocery items. "Got swung at with a crowbar." Booth stated as he adjusted his ice pack a little more with a wince. A guy he was arresting for murder chose to surrender his rights and not come quietly. Booth was able to block said crowbar from hitting him further at least. "At least I can shoot with both hands." He stated with annoyance.

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tuckersbrother
2010-06-17 03:36 pm UTC (link)

Nodding, Andrew threw away the bag the food came in once it was all put away, then tore into the Hot Pockets box. "Hey, it works out that way. Plus it's seriously helpful having some people try to restock since not everyone here is even able to get a job," he said simply as he pulled the pocket from it's pouch and slid it into the heating sleeve it came with. His hands moved like he didn't even have to think about what he was doing at all, but that was because he didn't. He'd eaten thousands of Hot Pockets over the course of his life, after all. Why would he have to pay loads of attention to something he'd done so many times before.

"And trust me. Boy do I ever understand the long days. Is it one of the ones where you can hardly even find time to make yourself a sandwich?" Both as a Watcher and as co-head of the complex, Andrew had had more than his share of those days. Plus there was the whole business venture of opening a bakery that he and Andrea had been looking into, so it was really only a matter of time before every day turned into one of "those days." But at least it was mostly stuff he enjoyed doing. Protecting the world and baking cookies. What could be better?

Andrew dropped the Hot Pocket onto a plate and stuck it in the microwave, speaking as he punched the proper heating time. "Good. We need you guys taking care of yourselves around here. We don't want to see you out there getting hurt, then letting yourselves stay hurt without getting fixed up right."

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hates_clowns
2010-06-20 06:08 am UTC (link)

"I know." He stated with a shrug and adjusted the ice on the swelling wound. "I've been thinking about a few things that we need around here. " He stated but he didn't go into more detail and trailed off as a sudden shooting pain made him wince when he went to move his arm and lean against the counter. His eyes steadily watching Andrew with curiosity. "Yeah. This is the first time I've even been able to get inside since noon." He'd been out in the field all day. Dealing with a shiny new murder case that landed itself on his desk in the morning.

When he got back that wasn't even the end of it. There were conflictions with the witness' statements that he was silently running through in his mind as he stood there and tried to relax. That was one of the other downsides of the job. Until a case was closed or finished one way or the other, Booth found it difficult to focus on anything else inbetween. Like his mental health.

"Going to make some coffee. Want any?" He asked as he nodded. "Yeah. Can't always avoid getting hurt, but I'm not going to sit down and let it stay that way when it happens. "

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