The pain in his head had lowered to a dull throb throb thanks to the medication they had pumped into him at the hospital. His mind was swimming from a mix of the medication and the possible concussion he was suffering from and he was only half paying attention to the words being thrown at him but he was more than aware of the bile that accompanied them. It was almost like being chastised by his mother or an ex but with added handcuffs and bad cologne.

[url=http://static.tvgcdn.net/mediabin/galleries/shows/m_r/ri_rp/rookie_blue/season1/rookie-blue-36.jpg]Detective Michaels[/url] stood practically face to face with Nate in the cramped hallway and was clearly annoyed. He was saying something that was probably important but all Nate could focus on was his eyebrows. He had no idea why but he was absolutely mesmerized by them. He knew staring at the man's eyebrows was weird but he just couldn't look away.

"Do you even know how much trouble I could get into for this?" was the first thing Michaels said in a while that Nate actually acknowledged. He snapped out of his thoughts on Michaels' eyebrows and his eyes widened when he realized he hadn't really been paying attention and probably should have been. There was a quiet moment while Nate opened his mouth and closed it again, trying to think of how to respond to that. "The last thing I want to do is get you into trouble." he told Michaels, giving him a smile.

Michaels raised an eyebrow at Nate and stared at him for a moment with his hands on his hips. "You don't even care, do you?" said Michaels, looking disgusted.

Nate tried to look as friendly as possible as he put both hands on Michaels' chest and said "I mean it, Freddy. I don't want to see anything happen to you."

Michaels closed his eyes, turned his head to the ceiling and sighed. He was already exhasperated by this. "First of all..." he said, pushing Nate's hands back to his own chest. "Don't ever touch me again. And second, you have to deal with the others. It has to be quiet and it has to be quick. Got it?"

"Got it." replied Nate with a nod. He was somewhat surprised when Michaels suddenly stuck his hand in his pants pocket. He reacted entirely on instinct by grabbing hold of Michaels' arm before he realized what was actually happening. He tried to joke about the situation by saying with a smirk "Playing a little fast and easy with the whole [i]no touching[/i] rule there, Fred."

Michaels looked even more angry after that statement and he shifted his hand in Nate's pocket and squeezed, causing Nate to make a sound he didn't even know he was capable of making. "I get that you enjoy messing with people, Nate. But I swear to god, if you fuck with me, I will make your life a living hell." Nate knew he was serious. Michaels was one of the few people around here that could actually accomplish that and Nate genuinely didn't want to get on his bad side. Especially when Michaels literally had him by the balls. He simply nodded in compliance and Michaels removed his hand. Nate let out a heavy breath and bent forward with his hands on his crotch, wincing in pain. While he recovered, Michaels looked around to make sure no had stumbled onto this little scene. Nate pushed himself back upright and put his back against the wall. Michaels was quickly right beside him again, their faces mere inches apart, which cause Nate to raise an eyebrow. "Listen to me." Michaels told him. "When this is done, [i]we're[/i] done. Okay? Don't call me. Don't come to my house. I don't want to ever, ever [i]ever[/i], see you again."

Nate looked sad about that but couldn't help being a smartass one last time as he said "Not even when you're lonely?" He smiled again at the Michaels. Michaels only stared back at him, looking annoyed.

After a brief pause, Michaels asked Nate "You know I'm carrying a gun, right?"

Nate looked at Michaels and then down at his belt. Then back at Michaels and down again. When he looked back again, he asked "So you're [i]not[/i] just pleased to see me?"

Michaels wasn't even going to respond to that and instead grabbed Nate by the arm and the back of the neck, shoving him down the hallway.

It didn't take them long to reach the holding cells and Michaels uncuffed Nate and quickly shoved him into the cell next to JJ, resisting the urge to smile when Nate fell onto the ground in the middle of the cell. Nate lay there with his face pressed against the stone as Michaels closed the door behind him and turned to JJ. Seeing the state she was in, he grew concerned and said "What's wrong with..." He trailed off when he looked to the next cell down and realized Vin was no longer there. "Where the hell is the other one?" he asked no one in particular. This wasn't good. The plan had already gone sideways. He took another look at JJ, torn between checking on her and finding Vin. Eventually he turned and shot out the door.

After he was gone, Nate opened his eyes and saw JJ in the cell next to him. The side of his head still pressed against the ground, he smiled at her and said "Hi buddy. I'm here to rescue you."

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