Thursday 1.13 Sleepyhead

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Brad padded slowly through the living room, a scraggly ball of fur darting around his feet, batting wildly off target at the bottom of his sweat pants. With a sharp glance at their newest team member and a barely audible sigh he took a sip of coffee then placed the mug on the coffee table so he could assume his usual corner on the couch. He shifted once, then twice, trying to focus on the papers in his hand only to loose focus as tiny needles dug into the top of his foot. He shooed the multi colored miscreant away with a paper rustling bat at his tiny head. The little thing had decent reflexes though only suffering half a flick to his ear.

Miles scrambled away, scrawny legs splaying in all directions as he beelined under the chair across the room. He rounded up his courage and poked his head out just under the edge, unsure what had just happened voicing his confusion with a questioning 'MROW'?

Brad leered at ball of fur nearly daring it to try that stunt again. With a final glare he turned back to his stack of papers, realizing that he was entirely too uncomfortable to focus on the project. His ribs were throbbing steadily and still his lung ached with each breath. He grabbed a pillow from the far corner of the couch, leaned it into the arm of the couch then swung his long legs up and sprawled out. The ache is his ribs subsided considerably. He returned to reading through the mundane field reports, his eyes growing heavy much too quickly with the effort.

The tiny ball of fur ventured out from the safety of his hiding place, paced once or twice in front of Crawford's couch, then with a wiggle and two false starts launched his little self into Brad's lap with the minimal use of claws. Miles immediately began purring, a soft little sound with a bit of a hiccup in the end of it. Brad glanced around his papers but merely shifted into a bit more comfortable position jostling the kitten who simply dropped low until the momentary distubance was over. Miles circled on Brad's stomach a few times then moved to circle over his ribs finally settling into a tiny ball wedged between the back of the couch and Brad.

Brad cocked an eyebrow at Miles, unsure if he admired the tiny creature's bravery and tenacity or if it was just that demanding and unwilling to take no for an answer. Just like his namesake...

Brad bent an arm behind his head, intent to return to his reading but remembered nothing past that. The papers slowly dropped to his chest as he settled into the couch with one last wiggle of his shoulders. A shift of his head pulled his glasses slightly askew on his face and softly exhaled sigh escaped his lips as he drifted off into much needed sleep.

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Brad cocked a sleepy eyebrow but made no effort to deter Schuldig's assistance. Besides, it was only fair the redhead helped since he assisted in the soiling of them in the first place.

"Death by domestic chores... unlikely." Brad followed after Schuldig, crisping the corners with precise tucks. "My headboard though..." He looked to Schuldig half serious, half ready to push him into a leather shredding, repeat performance. It would need to be repaired but he could make an issue of it later. "... we'll talk about that."

He grabbed the back collar of his shirt and pulled it up and off with a quick tug. His eyes lingered on the deep bruise on his chest, still disturbed by it but satisfied that it was nothing but an annoyance now. "Just stay on task when you head out tonight..." He looked up slowly, his expression flattening out along with his voice. "... don't get distracted."

With a nearly imperceptable wince he called up his visions, wrapping a hand around the back of Schuldig's neck to direct his focus and his control. Nothing dire presented itself in the redheads immediate future. He had to pull his hand away quickly though to maintain his shaky control. He wasn't willing to leave a mission to chance any longer even though he was rewarded for his efforts with a new throb in a new part of his head.

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Schuldig chuckled a bit, grinning as he looked at the headboard. He hadn't thought that he'd actually be able to rip the leather. "Shredded leather is low my list of worries right now." He said, his eyes trailing over Brad's suddenly exposed torso. His grin faltered, though, when he saw the bruise.

He knew exactly what Brad was doing when he reached for him. After all, he doubted that Brad was quite ready for another romp when fixing the sheets had him breathing harder than necessary. He knew, but he still couldn't bring himself to pull away. He loved it when Brad touched him, even something as seemingly small as this. He loved the attention, and the fact that Brad acknowledged his existence.

So he indulged the man, letting him dip back into the future with himself as the anchor to the present. It was better than letting Brad try to dive in alone.

"You're kind of a masochist, aren't you?" Schuldig said as Brad pulled away. "Not that I'm really one to talk." He sighed, then pushed lightly on Brad's shoulder, avoiding his injury. "You sleep. I'll track down the blonde and get the information."

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Brad grabbed Schuldig's hand, slowly pulling him even closer, threading one arm and then the other around his neck before reaching for the redhead's thin waist.

"I'm not fond of pain." Brad whispered low as he leaned in to kiss Schuldig, again soft and gentle, bordering on affectionate. But even Brad could write that off as a lingering side effect of his exhaustion...

"Stay on task." He warned again, murmuring against the redhead's lips before changing angles and kissing him again. A hand slid up his chest to cup the side of his head before Brad pulled away. "Promise me."

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Schuldig leaned against Brad. He had to admit that he was finding hard to stay on task when Brad was being such a willing distraction at the moment. His own arms slid around Brad's torso, enjoying the gentleness despite the fact that is was a sign that Brad was not feeling well. He was only ever this way when he was injured. But it didn't happen often, so Schuldig was going to take advantage of it.

"Because my promises mean something?" Schuldig cocked his head with a grin. "More often than not, they end up broken."

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"Which is why I've never asked for one before..." Brad pulled away, his thumb trailing across Schuldig's lips as he slid onto his bed.

"Humor me. I'm injured." Half a smirk curled his lips. "It's not like I believe in miracles."

Brad punched his pillow a few times and looked back to Schuldig. "Just keep your mind on Johnson... that should stiffen your resolve." And with an expectant cock of his head he looked between Schuldig and the door. He be damned before he was going to let the redhead tuck him into bed.

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"Only because you actually admitted it." Schuldig grinned and reluctantly pulled away, though his smile dimmed a bit at the mention of Johnson. "I'll be good. I promise." He sighed, leaning in for one more kiss before turning and leaving Brad alone, closing the door behind him.

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Brad sat staring at the door for a few moments, actually finding himself uncomfortable with the idea of sleep while his team was in the field. He shook it off, knowing he needed to surrender to sleep to be of any use to them at all.

He closed his eyes, listing slightly as he did, letting his mind go blank. Carefully he thought of each of them and let the visions concerning the three filtered into the forefront of his mind. Farfarello and Schuldig - nothing of consequence would befall them. For once, neither presented an impending emergency.

But Nagi... his images of Nagi had his brow creased and his eyes screwed shut tight. The blond Weiss was becoming quite the thorn in Crawford's side. Their conversation was innocent enough. But Nagi would turn to the enemy for a heart to heart? Masafumi's little science project was again troubling and paining the boy - the kind of pain that could see Nagi lose control and level half of Tokyo. Balinese was aware of this apparently yet he chose to stay and help... The vision raised too many questions for comfort and it was too brief to suggest the answers.

He scrubbed a hand over his face with a sigh and slid into bed. These were things to be dealt with in the light of a new day. The last thought to linger before he finally surrendered to sleep was how to find the little blue haired liability...

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((continued in 1.17))

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[Schu exit to Thursday 1.16]