This is almost better birth control than condoms; there's no chance of pregnancy because they aren't having sex. It's enough to make him grumpy as hell, but he doesn't jerk one out in the shower 'cause he wants his boys to be as potent as possible on the chance that he does get some uninterrupted awake time with his wife.
Fuck his life. He can't remember the last time they had sex.
"If you want." She's right; it is faster, and he's just being selfish by wanting her to sit in Jon's chair at the next desk over, not leaving his side. "I work my ass off, they can give me five minutes to see you." God knows they've called him in enough, sometimes an hour or two ahead of schedule to cover something. "I'll take lunch, meet you in the break room?"
All he has to do when he leaves is look up some information on this guy's aliases; they can't book him under "Tater Salad" but he knows it'll pop up on some record out there. Rob actually strolls in just as he's calling the Lieutenant back with the requested information, nodding at Noah. He waves him over with a hand, the phone clicking to the cradle. "M'takin' my lunch," he announces, and Rob nods understandingly. "Rach went out for Thai. Haven't seen her since we got back, bro. Drew and then she's working her ass off, too. I gotta see if I can get a couple days off and switch my vaca. Our parents are beggin' for a grandkid," which isn't entirely true, but it's a believable excuse. "If you got the time, can you switch with me?" You know I cover your ass all the time, he doesn't say.
He stretches out on the break room sofa, head at one end and feet at the other, waiting for Rachel; a smile relaxes the tension on his face when she walks into the room. "M'starving," he admits.
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Date: 2013-02-04 08:58 pm (UTC)Fuck his life. He can't remember the last time they had sex.
"If you want." She's right; it is faster, and he's just being selfish by wanting her to sit in Jon's chair at the next desk over, not leaving his side. "I work my ass off, they can give me five minutes to see you." God knows they've called him in enough, sometimes an hour or two ahead of schedule to cover something. "I'll take lunch, meet you in the break room?"
All he has to do when he leaves is look up some information on this guy's aliases; they can't book him under "Tater Salad" but he knows it'll pop up on some record out there. Rob actually strolls in just as he's calling the Lieutenant back with the requested information, nodding at Noah. He waves him over with a hand, the phone clicking to the cradle. "M'takin' my lunch," he announces, and Rob nods understandingly. "Rach went out for Thai. Haven't seen her since we got back, bro. Drew and then she's working her ass off, too. I gotta see if I can get a couple days off and switch my vaca. Our parents are beggin' for a grandkid," which isn't entirely true, but it's a believable excuse. "If you got the time, can you switch with me?" You know I cover your ass all the time, he doesn't say.
He stretches out on the break room sofa, head at one end and feet at the other, waiting for Rachel; a smile relaxes the tension on his face when she walks into the room. "M'starving," he admits.