Randy Hughes

The past week had been the closest to a roller coaster that Randy had experienced in her civilian life. Ever since she'd step foot into Shamrock Investigations, her life had gone on a complete diversion. Mostly thanks to John Riley. Now that she'd had a proper 'debriefing' from his siblings, she began to understand some of the quirks she'd seen from him, and how to begin categorizing them. Sharing his coffee? *Huge* deal. Not even they got offered. Taking food of her plate? Standard issue. Apparently that was the way the man ate. Him picking up the check at the restaurant? *Very* rare. When he was bored, he vandalized. Apparently the artwork outside the office was his. Jock had offered to paint it, Randy had taken him up on it. She had a feeling there would be art up again sooner or later, but she was curious to see what it would be now that the office was "hers". The pick-pocketing continued, mostly her iPod when it was out on the unit with the speakers. Random songs would appear out of thin air. She couldn't say she minded that much.

It was strange, how quickly she got into the routine of the lunacy. John was... John. There was really no other way to describe him. At this point, she associated him with lunacy and expected nothing short of it. She had quickly learned that bargaining was the way to go with him, so she made certain to put a sign on the patient rooms whenever there was someone in there. So long as he respected those signs, he could help her type things up afterward and mock her mistakes when he found them. Randy much rather preferred that then him walking in on a breast examination or some other such thing.

And then there was the kiss. Well, the almost-kiss. There was no sign of such a thing returning, no other move to pick up where they had left off. Ultimately, it was fine by Randy, really. But at the same time, it was... nice, knowing she could still *feel* that again. She might be broken, but there was repairing that could be done. Her therapist agreed, and she gave Randy the reason why: the man was emotionless. The man was asexual. Therefore, he wasn't a threat.

It was lunacy.

In other words, it was exactly what was to be expected when it came to John Riley.