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Morgan's Hardware - Monday, 7/06

Morgan was damn proud of his work, since he'd spent most of the weekend when not driving friends here on fixing up the shelving, displaying the merchandise properly, and cleaning up the shop... which was why he put up a few of decorations from the Fourth of July, as well as a banner proclaiming it the 'Grand Opening!'. Of course, right below it was the more important information. There was the thought that maybe he shouldn't be so damn blatant since who was to say if Reid would be wandering the town, but he figured he wasn't really undercover, so why give a damn?

Morgan's Hardware and Repair
Home improvement supplies - Plumbing - Electrical Work
Painting - Custom Carpentry - Installation
Now Hiring!
The store was open. [As was the OCD!]

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'If it doesn't attack you, don't attack it'; that shouldn't be too hard.

"I do Judo classes at Quantico, if that tells you anything," though after it was out of his mouth, he figured out it might not.

"Yeah, I can fight. And I've got my sidearm."

Twenty-four to fourty-eight hour 'weirdness' and--

"Gremlins? Really?"

But most importantly, there was--

"I used to be a cop," he told her slowly, "and I'm still FBI" not that he could do much without being asked by the local authorities "so I'll have to see what's goin' on at the police station later today."

He didn't say anything about treating the kids like they were defenseless; being overprotective was kind of what he did. He would, however, make sure to at least try and keep it in mind when he did something stupid.

"And don't treat you like kids. Got it. I'm assuming that includes you?"

The girl was small and blond, not to mention the fact that the way she'd worded it spoke of having heard those words or having dealt with that kind of thing personally.

"I've been training since I could walk, formal training since I was five, and on active duty for almost four years now," Ino said, meeting his eyes. "So yeah, that includes me. I'm better at sneaking 'round, but I'm never defenseless."

A beat.

"If you want to practice with your gun, there's a shooting range at Wellspring Arms," she added frankly. "You'll need permission from the owner, who is also the Mayor, to use it, so bring your ID. No one not on the list gets to use the range. And if you want a better idea of how well people can fight 'round here, there's Fight Club on Sunday nights at the gym in town."

He gave her an easy smile and spread his hands.

"Hey, I wasn't testing you. Just letting you know I get it. You're not the only one who'd gotten judged on first appearances, you know what I'm saying?"

While it'd been years ago now, he'd never forget that voice over the phone, calling him nothing but 'beefed up muscle' for the BAU team. He didn't believe it for a second, but it still irritated him that that pumped up asshole had said it.

"I'll have to go see about the range with the mayor, but... Fight Club? That what it sounds like?"

Hell, he'd seen one of those go deadly once. Might be best if he went to go look.

She gave him a considering look. "Okay," Ino said, flashing him a smile. "Sorry. Habit."

"And--pretty much, if you think it's a club that the thing is fighting? It's run by two of the teachers: Ghanima Atreides and Tyler-sensei. Er, Tyler Durden. They pick a few pairs each week for a fight in each division, we've got two divisions--beginner-through-intermediate and advanced--and then there's free sparring. They'll step in if it gets out of hand, or if someone can't continue but the other doesn't stop. If you've got powers, you've got to get permission to use them each fight, or fight without powers."

All right. That sounded... like at least someone was looking out for things. Not too crazy, anyway, and hopefully no one was getting stupid about it.

"You said that's Sundays at the gym?"

He was definitely stopping in.

"Sunday evenings at the gym," she said, with a nod. "People can come and watch for one week, to check it out, but if they're showing up more than that then they've got to fight. It's not a club for spectators."

He rolled one shoulder then the other with a grin.

"I'm not much for watching, don't you worry."

Morgan looked around the store for a moment before glancing back at Ino.

"There something in here I can help you with? You mentioned some interest in custom carpentry?"

"For commissioning," she said quickly. "Not for doing. I mean, you're nice and I could probably do some of the stuff, but if I picked up another job people would get mad at me."

She got enough flack for three jobs, come on.

"Commissioning is the idea," he told her with a brief laugh, "so don't worry, no one's gonna get mad at you. What can I do for you? I'd be the carpenter, after all."

"Well," she said, tapping her fingers against the counter. "They won't get mad at me for that anyway."

"But, yes, commissioning. I was thinking 'bout some shelves," she said, considering. "For plants, I mean."

So Ino's army could grow.

"All right, any specifics on the materials? Space involved? You looking for utilitarian or something a little more ornate?"

"A little bit ornate," she said, considering that. "Nothing too much though 'cause chances are the plants'll hide it. Large enough to cover a dorm room wall? I can get the exact measurements to you later, I don't know them off the top of my head. I'm not picky 'bout material, 'long as they're sturdy enough to take a fair bit of weight."

"--and, uh, this is a bit weird, but do you think a shelf with a... trellis heading up to the ceiling would be doable?" Ino: had no idea.

"I'd need the measurements to be sure," he told her honestly, "but I think I could swing it. Get me the numbers, I'll work up a sketch, and I'll show you what I can do, all right?"

"Not a problem," she said, nodding. "Should I leave a message for you with the numbers? I could do that later today."

"Yeah, just call the number that's on the outside of the store. I'll get back to you as soon as I have something for you to look at."

She grinned at him. "Thanks. Did you have any other questions 'bout the island, or should I leave you to your work?"

"I think I've got enough to chew on for a little while. Though, uh, can you do me a little favor?"

"Depends on the favour," she said smartly, amused.

He grinned at that.

"Anyone else you know's looking for a job, send 'em my way? That's all."

The quicker he had the place staffed, the easier it'd be for him to get his normal work done.

Ino laughed. "I'll see what I can do," she promised. "At the very least, I can tell people it's here."

You know, with a really attractive owner.

He grinned and threw off a quick wave.

"Couldn't ask for more. Much appreciated, Ino. I won't keep you any longer, though.

"And I'll be waiting for that message."

"You'll get it," she said, and waved. "See you 'round, definitely."

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