"Exactly..Voluntarily...Sergeant Sweetheart, how strong are you? I know Fowler is a stickler for 'Bonding Activities'...I want you to throw me out of the locker room and into one of the tables. I'm good at being thrown, I took stunt classes."

"I've been injured a lot, if you really want to, throw me through the glass to Fowlers office. I'll then charm him a bit into not giving you any consequences, other than to force us to go on some cases till we get along"

"The choice is yours, I'm fine with driving..I drove to the hospital with a bullet in the chest once, I almost crashed a few times as I passed in and out of conciousness buuut-" He's managing to force his energy back out, but he's so exhausted.

He's coughing slightly, a bit of blood included. He smiled at her and sat down in the car. "Thanks-" Of course, this'd mean he'd have to walk to work the next time.

He put the address in before handing her phone back, putting the seatbelt on. "So? Well, it worked-"

"God no, I've been injured enough in my life. Even if I was, it must've gotten old. I forgot about why I hated getting thrown through glass...I hate my father-" Ooo..yeah, father threw him through the glass patio door once.

"Y'know, you forget how useful breaks on a car are when the breaks on your fathers car stop working and he drives into a building, which kills him" That wasn't even Jacks fault..but he watched it.

"Indeed I am, sunshine...y'know, fun fact, I call people nicknames more than anything because I have a hard time remembering names-"

"Nope, I just feel like calling you nicknames anyway...you can tell if it's a nickname of someone I forgot, or just because I want too"

He's just..asleep at his desk.

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