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Morgan's Hardware - Wednesday, 07/22

Morgan liked to think he was a reasonably intelligent man. He liked to think that he had a reasonable temper, that he was friendly and decent, and that he had a good understanding of how computers worked.

"Mother !@#$ing Vista!"

...Morgan's printer did not agree with him on at least two of these points.

"What do you want? You want me to sing? You can sing, and not save any of my files, but you won't recognize my printer. Great. Just great."

Morgan's Hardware and Repair
Home improvement supplies - Plumbing - Electrical Work
Painting - Custom Carpentry - Installation
Still Hiring! Discounts and Training Available!
The store was open, even if the owner was in the back office, wondering how it would feel to tackle Bill Gates.
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Daisy had intended to stop by the hardware store for a while now, but because she particularly needed anything, but simply because she remembered Morgan stopping in at the station a while back and was wondering how he was managing to get along after her initial warnings. RL Things kept getting in her way for that, but she found the time in the space between office hours and station hours to at least swing by and say hi.

She came into the store and got momentarily distracted by ooh shiny electrical wires before calling out with a "Hullo?"

"I'm here!" came the call from the back office before there was the sound of plastic being dropped onto a desk and Morgan trotted out.

"I'm-- hey," and the smile was less frantic and more interested, "Constable Day. What brings you by?"

"It's Detective Constable," it came out automatically, with a sigh for the fact that there wasn't a thing she could do to hedge it, and a faint smile, "actually, and, really, just Daisy at the moment; technically off duty until I get into the station. I had a few minutes before I'm expected, though, so I thought I'd pop in and see how you were doing. I knew you hadn't been scared off yet thanks to the radio reports, but I was curious about whether your sanity's still in tact."

"Daisy then," he said with a bow of his head, "and the sanity's still in tact. I gotta say, though, you have got a lot of weird around here. Ever think of exporting?"

"Business isn't exactly my field," admitted Daisy, with a grin, "but there's certainly resources of it enough to figure it's got to be a lucrative enterprise. You're the one with the shop; why don't you look into it?"

He laughed, low and easy.

"I've got enough on my plate. Unlike some people, I'm not actually on annual leave. Between this place, the house I'm working on here, and BAU paperwork? I'm full up."

"BAU?" asked Daisy, eyebrow lifting. "Really?"

Well, that did provide a certain explanation why he'd thought to go to the station for information when he first got her.

"Yeah. Been there for a few years. Before that, I was Chicago PD."

He looked over the counter to make sure it was neat.

"You were expecting a suit?"

"Well, you certainly would look sharp in one," Daisy had to admit, shaking her head a little in amusement. "I think some people might be onto something saying this place seems to be attracting an awful lot of cops lately. You're still working BAU, though? What'd they send you out here for? I mean, unless that's classified."

She said the last bit with a reverence that if it was indeed classified, then it was the end of that and she'd leave it with respect.

He couldn't help it. That got a bit of a laugh.

"I'm here to look out for a friend, actually. Pulling the telecommute to do it, since the team all agreed it'd be best if someone was watching out for him."

He leaned his head in the vague direction of the school.

"He's teaching up at the school, some kinda course on strategy games."

And if you asked Morgan, he needed the leave.

"Awww." That sort of team solidarity was really just the thing to go straight to the bottom of Daisy's righteous heart, and she smiled. "I'll have to try to say hullo, then. I teach a course during the summer myself; just coming back from my office hours, actually."

And that she said with the sort of amused shock that she was suddenly someone who actually had office hours. Her parents were truly proud; they wanted her to be a lecturer like them, and not a cop.

That made Morgan smile too, but for a slightly different reason. Anyone talking to Reid, getting the kid to have some fun maybe, that was a good thing.

And the view only improved when Daisy smiled. That helped too.

"His name's Reid, Spencer Reid. You see somebody rocking the librarian look, long blond hair, can't imagine handing him a gun?" Though that wasn't entirely fair, since he knew Reid knew how to shoot that thing. Now. "You found him."

Daisy nodded, noting the description carefully with a grin. "Should be easy enough. If anything, it's a small island. Can't stay hidden for too long."

"He's a genius," Morgan warned with a teasing smile, "so if anyone can do it, it'd be Reid."

He glanced back at the office, looked over at Daisy, and finally shrugged.

"You want something to drink? I've got some pop back here in a cooler since I've been working."

"That certain would explain why he's teaching strategy then, wouldn't it?" offered Daisy, grinning, but then she shook her head. "And, ta, no, but I appreciate the offer. I really shouldn't stay long," she stole a quick glance at her watch, "just dropped in while I actually did have some time between spots, and, besides, pop. All those empty calories, sugars, diuretic." She shook her head. "Don't drink much of it."

He gave her a sideways glance, a half-smile on his face.

"It's a fine figure," he said with a spread of his hands. An entirely appropriate spread of his hands.

"I can't blame you for wanting to keep it. But I'll see you around, Detective Constable? Daisy?"

Daisy had attempted to affix a little look on Morgan for a comment like that, but, for the life of her, she couldn't put any real sternness behind it and could only chuckle in appreciation. This place was taking all the sternness out of her for some things and she was still off duty, it was perfectly fine.

"Ta, I'm pretty fond of it myself," she said, and she nodded. "Daisy. At the moment. Hopefully more Daisy than Detective Constable. I'll let you get back to your work, but I might have to start up a project so I've got a reason to come back and check out," him, but she pointed toward some wiring, "what you've got in electrical here a little closer."

"I'll be waiting," was all he said, still grinning.

"Take care now."

"You, too, Morgan," said Daisy, with another check of her watch and a little wave before heading back on her way to make it to the station on time.

Before going in to the Preserve for the Magic Reserves meeting, Dinah headed into town this and that. Including checking up on Derek, who was apparently back.

"Anybody home?"

Morgan, looking a little better than he had on Monday, made his way out of the office and turned his frown upside down for one of his, well, she wasn't a customer, but he liked the kid. She was sweet.

"Yeah, I'm here. Just working on the computer back here. What can I do ya for?"

"Just checking in," Dinah said, leaning against the counter and giving him a bright smile. "How did your bad-guy-hunting trip go?" She squinted at him. "Are you bruised?"

"Yeah," he admitted, looking over the counter to make sure she was all right. It'd been almost a week, after all.

"And we got him. Save a little kid too."

"That's the most important part," Dinah said more soberly. She tilted her head to study him. "How often do you guys get called in on cases?"

He'd probably notice that she was mostly fine... except for every once in a while flexing the fingers of her right hand, as if they were sore.

Oh, he noticed. He wasn't going to say anything yet, but he'd noticed.

"Pretty often. Our liason, JJ, she's got a stack on her desk that she has to go through every day, picking out the right cases, the ones where we can help the most. We do recommendations and profiles for law enforcement officials who ask, using the details they give us, but for the real deal, we hit the jet. Usually if we get a break, it's just because it turns out they caught the guy without us."

"Hunh," Dinah said, thinking about that. "So you go all over the place, not just one part of the country? I thought the FBI had field offices and stuff." She tilted her head, studying Derek. "Is there going to be a trial, or is the guy going to plead down?"

And yeah, she did know something about that.

"We go where we're needed. If there's a field office, we usually hook up with them and see what they can tell us, but BAU's based on the east coast."

The question about the trial got a grin.

"Not much of a trial when we found the last kid in the guy's house," he said, "not to mention tools matching the markings on the previous victims. Hotch took it personal" because it was kids way too close to Jack's age "and got the guy to confess on top of that so..."

He spread his hands.

"Good," Dinah said very definitely. "Trials are hard on little kids." She cocked her head, stretching her fingers out again, and said, "But now you're back, and you didn't miss anything, although more people are turning into animals this week, according to Radio."

That got a quick laugh.

"Hey, as long as it isn't me, people can be whatever they want. And I notice you're still on two legs."

Dinah did a little model-twirl, and grinned. "I keep asking Merlin to turn me into a kitten, and he keeps saying no. Which is bogus, he turned Eric into a mouse, and they're not even friends!"

"...tell me you're kidding, Dinah? Please?"

"About which part?" Dinah grinned, delighted to have delivered a payload of buh? in only one sentence. "I do have a friend named Merlin, and he can do magic, but it's not like he's an old guy with a beard. And I used to think I'd want to be a kitten, but now I think I like my brain unmessed with."

...he totally wasn't playing into that. He had Prentiss and JJ and Garcia for giving him 'buh' at home. He didn't need another blond trying it with him. No way.

"Yeah, that's the way to go as far as I'm concerned. Got enough stuff around here trying to mess with your brain as it is, right?"

There was always room for more buh!

"Soooo true. Plus, who knows what it would do to my brain? We went to another planet, and the spice in the air gave me nightmares. I don't need kitten-dreams." Dinah made a face. Then looked thoughtful. "Although maybe they'd be cozy..."

"Another planet? You're serious?"

Excuse him, he was going to stare now.

"Nightmares?" came out a little softer.

"Yup! It was a special trip, I guess they don't do that very often at all 'cause it was the first time for a lot of people, but Professor Atreides is from Arrakis, and she got it cleared so we could visit. It's a desert planet." Oh, nuts. Mentioning that was a mistake, maybe. She hadn't expected the concern. "Um. Arrakis has this native spice, melange? In the water and the air and stuff." Dinah made a face. "If you're a little psychic, like me, it can mess with you. I ended up inside other people's nightmares."

He nodded thoughtfully before deciding that he was never ever getting near her with that stuff in the air. Dinah was a nice kid and she didn't need the kind of things inside her head that he lived with. Between his own life, and the terrible shit he had to see at work?

No, he would have to be careful.

"That doesn't happen to often, does it? The nightmares?"

If she needed someone to talk to about that, well, he wasn't Gideon or Hotch, but he'd be there.

"Nooo, well." She paused. "Um. If somebody I worry about is in trouble, I dream about them. It doesn't happen very often. Thankfully." Dinah held out the hand she'd smacked and spread her fingers. "Touch-telepathy, though. But I don't use it if I can help it. Professor Atreides is teaching me how to control it so I don't read people on accident." She shrugged her shoulders. "I told you lots of the kids here are different."

"I'm sure," he said, but that wasn't his concern.

"I'm gonna ask you, Dinah, as a favor, to me: don't worry about me. And be careful with touching me, all right? I see some stuff..."

He rubbed at his face and his other hand gripped the counter.

"I don't want a nice kid like you to have to see that, okay?"

And he didn't exactly want anyone to see some things.

Most of the time, people didn't want Dinah inside their heads to protect themselves; it was a lot less often that they wanted to protect her. Dinah smiled at Derek for that, and thought again that Jesse would like him. A lot.

"I promise. I'm a lot better at shielding, but--" She sighed. "Yeah. The insides of some people's heads are very messed up. I know." She shrugged then. "Can't promise not to worry, though. Sorry."

"Not messed up," he said, teasing her just a little, "but... you're not the only one with nightmares, all right? That's all I'm saying."

"One out of two ain't bad."

He just hoped that whatever she dreamed of, it wouldn't be a crime scene. He really hoped it wouldn't be.

Tony's encounter with the ghosts of the dead, did that count?

"Cool." Dinah grinned at him, bopping her hand on the counter with a tiny wince. "I should get going, I've got Magic Reserves in an hour or so."

Magic Reserves.

Just roll with it, Derek. Play it cool.

"Got it. I'll see you around?"

"See ya!" Dinah promised, heading for the door. "Hope things are quiet for you for a while!"

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