Bad Boy- Forrest Interlude
I know I said I was going to be moving all week, but I just had to take a break to get this in. In honor of 20 minutes with Forrest Challenge: Start - 10:51
~Initiative Hallway, Monday, 3:20 a.m.~
“Bad boys, bad boys, what ya gonna do…” Forrest hummed, strolling down the halls of the Initiative.
“Will you stop with that?” Graham muttered.
“Bad boys, bad boys, what ya gonna do, what ya gonna do when they…”
“Shut up!” Graham finally snapped.
“Geesh, what crawled up yours, Miller?” Forrest shrugged off his friend’s death glare.
“I don’t know why I even put up with you.” Graham rolled his eyes and then continued down the hall, past the cells containing a menagerie of demons. He didn’t even glance up once; the novelty had worn off long ago.
“Look, just because Iowa screwed up, doesn’t mean we have to act like it’s our funeral too.” Forrest stepped up his pace to catch up with Graham as they neared the elevator to take them back to the Lowell House front.
Graham just glared as they stepped into the elevator. “Graham Miller.” Graham stated clearly and then stood still for the eye scan.
“Bad boys, bad boys, what ya gonna do…” Forrest whispered, as the elevator silently operated.
“STOP!” Graham yelled, just as the doors opened. “I’ve got enough to think of without getting that song stuck in my head!”
“Fine. Just chill, okay?” Forrest watched his friend warily.
“Fine. I’m fine.”
“So what do we do now?”
“Well, I guess we get Alpha back out on the street and continue looking for Rosenberg.”
“Yeah, and that worked so well last time.” Forrest muttered.
“What do you want me to do? I can’t exactly ask Summers, even though she probably does know. Riley should be out of quarantine by now. There’s got to be something fishy there.”
“Don’t question the Doc.” Forrest shook his head. In some ways, Graham was too smart to be special ops. He always wanted to know the reason, the motive. That direction just got people into trouble.
“Don’t you think it’s odd that we brought Riley in at 2000 without even a nibble, and now its 0300, and he’s still in there?”
“Look, maybe Walsh is having him serve solitary for not calling in on time. He’ll get out when he needs to get out.”
“I guess; it’s just wrong. Alpha should run with Finn at point.”
“You just hate having to be the designated caller, Pansy.”
“Hey, that’s Pansy One to you mister.” Graham pouted, then chuckled. “You’re right. It’s nothing; I just need to suck it up.”
“That’s the ticket. Look, how about we call it a night and then we can hit that magic store place in the morning?” Forrest patted his friend on the back. He had been a bit worried there. Riley going AWOL was not a good precedent to set for a guy like Graham. Graham now had three other Alphas to lead, and getting philosophical wasn’t going to get that done. Now Forrest realized why a good ol’ boy like Iowa ended up in charge of their group when both he and Graham were tougher; Finn would never ask questions… or so he had thought up until yesterday. It was too much to think of now. He just needed to concentrate on keeping Graham focused and the others would follow.
“Okay, sounds like a plan. Let the others know we’re meeting at the commons room at 0900.” Graham nodded and turned towards his room, humming the song stuck in his head. “Bad boys, bad boys… argh! I’m gonna kill you, Forrest!” Graham yelled.
“Yeah, I bet you say that to all the girls.” Forrest smirked, heading into his room. Yet another point in the game of ‘Annoy the C.O.’. Damn, he was good.