Silly

Garret wasn't so sure he'd helped Sam that much, but if she was satisfied, then he supposed he'd done as much as he could. He just hoped she didn't get burned by being so nice to Aaron. On the other hand... Nate had been treating him like a brother. 

Turning back to the paperwork, he thought for a moment before getting up and wandering over to Nate's cubicle. "Hey, Nate..." He leaned on the wall in thought. "I haven't found anything new about Brookshire, but I was thinking about Gunner being there. In his state of mind, it's possible that he'd become a target. Is he aware there have been Agency operatives there before?"


Sitting up in bed with his knee still propped up on ice Aaron had just freed himself of the second handcuff, when Sam showed up. The paperclip disappeared, and he sat back casually, hoping maybe no one would notice. He was ready to give Sam a smart remark about her being more well kempt than the last time he'd seen her, but he didn't get a chance. 

Presented with the birthday bag, he just stared at it for a moment, then looked back to Sam and blinked. Something lurched deep down in his soul, and he wanted to be mad but...he couldn't. For several seconds, he felt like that little, forgotten boy again, who had just wanted to be remembered. Why had she done this? He was a prisoner. Nothing more. Not a friend. Was it a tactic to get him to trust her? To think she cared? 

All that crossed his face within those couple seconds before he could shake it off. He looked back at the bag. "I...you didn't... I mean..." He hadn't felt this off guard in a long time. He swallowed hard and finally dared to bring the bag a little closer and look inside. He spotted the magazines first and grinned, pulling them out. "Got tired of me complaining about the lack of reading material, huh?" In reality, he could never have too many car magazines. These would definitely last him a little while. 

Realizing there was more in the bag, he took another peek. Spying the lego boxes, that same lurch returned, only this time it was followed by a little prick to his spine as well. How...had she known? Who had she talked to? Garret? Nobody could be that lucky to guess at something like this...Could they?

He really did want to refuse. If this was some kind of ploy to get him to behave, it was a good one. He shouldn't accept. He should tell her she was being silly and throw her some remark about her thinking he was a kid to give him building blocks. Then again...

He bit his lip and withdrew the sets to find two technic cars. No matter how suspicious he was, he couldn't keep his mouth from curling into a smile, nor keep his eyes from revealing the pleasure. 

He glanced back up at Sam and shook his head. "You're taking advantage of my current state of mind, you know." He fingered the boxes, dying to open them. "But, um..." His emotions continued to churn. "Well... you're just plain silly, you know that?"


Kirk laughed and stood back up to grab his keys. "He can get pretty ornery without you along too, so come on."

Getting out to his car, he handed some papers to Adison before starting the engine. "Okay, so, what's the closest address of those three? We'll go in order. And there's a list od things there we'll need, some things we could improve, and then if you can think of anything else to add, do it."