The Morning After (RP for asthenoseonyourface)

[coatandscarf]

You should have some coffee. -JR

...John? How did you...? Nevermind. When you took my phone. Of course. I already had coffee. RH

One cup? Stingy. -JR

All I need is one, Holmes. RH

I like caffeine. -JR

When are you moving into the office? -JR

Well, I'm packing the things I need now, John, but someone keeps interrupting me. RH

Oh. Who? -JR

Go look in a mirror. Or at Jacob. It's close enough. RH

...Why? -JR

Because it's you who keeps interrupting! RH

Well I'm BORED. -JR

You're welcome to help me pack. RH

Really? Why? -JR

Because you're bored. RH

So? -JR

Just giving you something to do. You're welcome to say no. RH

I'm not saying no. -JR

But why are you helping me? -JR

There a reason I shouldn't? RH *attached is her address*

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[asthenoseonyourface]

John nodded tersely, looking at her as if she was crazy.

"Yeah. Dead body. Coming?"

[coatandscarf]

Part of her really wanted to tell him to fuck off. Another part of her was curious. Yet another part of her wondered what she could possibly help with if the person was already dead.

All of these thoughts crossed her mind as she looked up at him, but rather than voicing any of them aloud, she found herself speaking without any thought at all. "Grab the box with the books and give me a minute to grab my coat and cane."

It wasn't far, as both items were right by the door. She slipped the coat on, immediately comforted by the heavy material. Gripping the cane, she leaned on it as she grabbed her keys from the other hook. "After you, then."

[asthenoseonyourface]

John opened the door, ushering her ahead of him cordially. Waiting as she locked it, he led the way outside to the cab, coffee still in hand (he'd surrender the rest to Randy, it was the only equitable thing to do).

And there was a cab, idling and waiting. The cabbie, a different man from the one he'd hired, stood outside leaning against the hood.

"Cab for John Riley?"

John sighed, rolling his eyes as he opened the door for Randy to get in, muttering audible as he did.

"I ditch one stupid client to have coffee...miracle he didn't call me a police cruiser, I suppose..."

[coatandscarf]

Suddenly, the man was nothing if not polite. He held the door, he waited for her, he walked with her down the steps to the curb. He didn't grab her box, though, which sucked. She'd have to struggle with it later.

She arched a brow at the comment about the police cruiser, settling into the seat and looking over at him as he sat down next to her. "I suppose your siblings are used to having to chase around after you at this point, no?" Randy said, rubbing her knee lightly as she spoke. The rest of his comment clicked then, and she frowned slightly, confused. "And you had a client, but you came to help me pack instead?"

[asthenoseonyourface]

John shot her another incredulous look as it to say duh! before he shut her door and slid into the cab beside her.

"549 Downing Street, please."

"I got instructions to take ya to 8874 Elm, no detours."

John cursed quietly, slamming his fist against his knee peevishly. So much for stopping by his apartment for his favorite magnifying glass. He hated using Jacob's...

"Stupid bloody cabbies." he growled as the cab pulled out.