bakerstreet | happily taken;

[Oh dear. Please don't shoot him, he doesn't need more holes in his body.]

Like how you want me to act around you. Gotta tell me that. Just a little direction on what you want and don't want. Simple.

[Guns weren't her things. Now, forks and knives, on the other hand...]

... Like a married couple. Duh.

[Yeah, no. She was the wrong person to outline the logistics here, Jensen.]

[No stabbing. He's too pretty.]

[He stifled a sigh. That's not working the way you wanted, Jensen. Use your goddamn brain]

Like pet names, or where I can touch. Or not touch. Things not to say. Like do you want me to not cuss as much?

[He didn't hurt to look at, she could admit that much.]

... Where are you supposed to touch? I mean... in public, since that's the whole point of the ruse, right? Pet names are stupid, but if we're not using our names, it doesn't matter, does it?

Like where you don't mind he putting hands. Your shoulders or back, someplace like that. We have to show we're normal married people. Well married people who like each other I mean. People don't notice shit like that, so they won't notice us as much. I like not being noticed, even though I'll have a cute girl with me.

[he winces then blushes, looking really awkward.] Um. Anyways. Pet names or endearments is what I meant. I'm just going to shut up right now.

[Well... that made sense. At least he was asking about it. And if it was for a cover, it made sense that there'd be touchy-feely aspects. She'd done the same with Hardison, after all.

So in answer to that, she gave him a bit of a shrug, then came over and began walking around him, looking him over as she did.]

Wherever people touch in public, I guess. Do married people make out and grope each other? Or is that just horny dating people?

[he had to stifle the laugh, but his smile's definitely amused.]

Some do. Which can be really embarrassing for people made to watch. I'll keep it clean and for all audiences.

That'd be great torture for those people, then. Get them in a room and just have people grope at each other. I could get them to talk in seconds.

[There was a cheery thought, one that had her brightening and bouncing a little on her toes before she went to go check out the rest of their surroundings. One always needed to know the exits, entrances, vent shafts, and possible security systems. Just in case.]

You are a scary woman, Parker. [that's said with some admiration] I like how you think. [he watched her scope out the rest of the place, noting how she looked for every possible way in and out of the joint. She's definitely a pro.]

Really?

[She looked genuinely surprised at that.]

Most people talk about nightmares and peeing themselves at the thought of what goes on in my head.

[Oh, Jensen, you had no idea. Or maybe he did. Still, it had even taken her team a little while to grasp just how capable she was. It was a lot easier to be written off as the crazy one than the crazy smart one. Crazy was manageable. Crazy smart was terrifying.]

So, what about you. You get all grossed out by groping? Ever stab anyone with a fork?

Sometimes it's the weird ones who can see what everyone else is too scared to see.

[a hum as he thought before speaking]

No on the grossed out on groping. Well. If they're both into it. Otherwise, yeah, going to step in. Unless you meant me? I don't mind if the girl's into it and we're not being too hot and heavy. And I haven't stabbed anyone with a fork, though that's a good idea. Using whatever is at hand.

[he rubbed his shoulder. sucker still hurt even after it healed up] Got shot though. But in her defense we did bust into the bedroom. We weren't expecting her to be there, though. Oops.

Any particular reason why you busted into the bedroom? Or is that your thing...? Bedroom busting.

[Said somewhat distractedly as she finished her assessment of their new digs. All points marked. All security easily bypassed -- she'd be setting up alternative security if they planned on staying there long enough to sleep. Parker was just a wee bit paranoid when it came to digging herself into a secure den.]

Was expecting just the boss to be there by himself and not him banging her. But then again, Clay always likes the volatile women. He needs to quit that, especially if it involves members of his team getting shot.

[he's got a few tricks up his tight sleeves about the electronic security of the house, if Parker's interested in shop talk. And he's a wee bit paranoid too. Just a tiny bit.]

[Ah, but is he sleeps in the middle of a warehouse surrounded by shelves of cereal paranoid? Because that was an important distinction.]

Sounds a bit like Eliot. Maybe that's how he knows you guys. Bad judgement in women club. Is there a club like that? If there isn't there should be. And it should hand out t-shirts.

[Circuit done, she turned to him, hands tapping at her sides.]

So, how do we go about this? Do I just drag you down the road yelling fresh mea-- wow. Okay. Are your shirts the right size? Because that looks uncomfortably tight.

[not quite there yet, more like makes sure his gun is handy and anything electronic is locked down tight

And her comments earns her a laugh and bright grin. Oh Parker.]

Oh God. Two of them with bad taste in women. And yeah? My shirts are fine. [he shrugs and digs through his bag for a looser shirt, getting ready to make a circuit around the exterior and the neighborhood] Want to make a perimeter sweep with me?

Okee-dokee.

[She was, however, going to give his arm a poke.]

You're more firm than Eliot. Like some kind of man-meat sausage. Ever worry about exploding if you flex too much?

[his eyes widen in surprise. Then he shakes his head before pulling on the second shirt, making sure his tats were covered. The looser fabric made him not nearly as dorito shaped, so he would blend in better.]

Not really? I'm not in the bulking phase right now, mostly maintaining. I run more than I lift nowadays. So no exploding. [well other parts might but that's only if she asks.]

[That's why she was craving chips now. It all made sense.

Still, she watched him cover up those interesting markings (which she would be asking about later), then looked down at her own getup. Pastel. She forever hated pastel.]

Running's good for you. Cardio and all that jazz. But if you want a real workout, I'd suggest vent aerobics. Find yourself a nice highrise and work the ventilation system of one floor, then climb up the elevator shafts to another one. It's even more fun if there's a security system to avoid. Bonus points.

You should wear different colors by the way. The pastel is not a good look. [he noticed that grimace as she looked at her clothes. Twice now.]

And do you think I can fit in a ventilation shaft? I'm um. Not exactly the same body type as you.

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No? This isn't a Susie Piemaker neighborhood? Oh, thank Jiminy.

[Hope you're not against nudity (or partial nudity), Jensen. Because she was going over to her bag and rifling through it to pick out a blue shirt -- then pulling off the one she was wearing and dropping it before grabbing the new and approved one to put on.]

You're big, but I don't know if you're that big. Besides, that's what makes it a challenge. You work up a heck of a sweat in a small, confined place. Not to mention that most maintenance workers are about your size, though usually more in the midsection area than that whole beefcake thing you have going on, so they have to make them accessible for them. Gives me loads of room.

I didn't think I looked like the kind of guy to have a pastel wearing wife. [then she started stripped and Jensen spun around, back to Parker while she changed.]

Woah, hey, warn a guy if he needs to not look, okay? [he was also a little blushy]

Yeah they definitely look like they outweigh me, and I am not light. You'll have to show me the ropes sometime, because I may need a quick exit. Can I turn around now and not get an accidental show?

Why? Not like you haven't seen boobs before.

[Wait...]

You have seen boobs before, right? Because otherwise, that's just weird. Or maybe I just have weird boobs?

[Well, great, now she was looking down at her now-covered breasts, poking at one.]

You're good. Or, I'm good. And if you want ropes, you came to the right girl.

Yes, I've seen boobs and yours are just fine. Pretty, too. I was trying to be polite in case you didn't want me watching. Um. Was the beefcake comment a general observation or a compliment? [he takes a peek over his shoulder, then turns back, shoving his hands in the back pockets of his jeans.]

If I didn't want you watching, I would have gone somewhere you couldn't. Or maced you in the eyes.

[This was Parker logic. Learn it, love it.]

What, it can't be both? Come on, slowpoke beefcake. We have a perimeter sweep to do.

[He's picking up her quirks quite quickly. He sighs, and checks his holster. Left his gun in the van once, never going to hear the end of it. Grabbing a hoodie vest, he followed Parker out the door, eyes sweeping their surroundings.]

Yes, dear. And I am only slow when it counts. [Jensen, pls.]

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