Garrison and Marie, Wednesday afternoon

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Backdated just a tad due to OOC ack school started.

Marie drags Garrison away from his work to play.


Marie grinned, throwing a brain shaped stress ball at the back of Garrison's head. "Time to stop working. You've been staring at that file for far too long. Or are we gonna become one of those boring couples who sits doing their work side by side with the occasional grunt?"

"Unlike some people, I don't have a cushy job teaching PE to overprivileged teens, you know. My job involves very important investigative thinking type stuff. Hence the files. And post-its. And that stapler." Kane said, not looking up from the file as the brain caroomed off his head and bounced on to the desk. Unlike most of the staff, he tended to work in his room. In part because many of the files had to be locked in his safe once he was finished with them, and in part because it was easier not to explain to people why you couldn't tell them what you were reading half the time. Marie, on the other hand, had the key to his room and absolutely no qualms about walking in.

"That's a choice you made," she teased, walking over to place a kiss on the back of his head. "If you wanted a cushy job, Ah'm sure you could get one...but you wouldn't get the job satisfaction from it. Me? Well, with going to school, Ah need the cushy job. And Ah have files and post-its and staplers too. Somewhere. Therefore Ah have very important thinking type stuff too."

"Bah. You've got the paying equivalent of a Little League coaching gig." Garrison swung around on the chair and hooked the front of her pants, pulling her closer. "And since you're obviously dedicated in making sure I can't work, what did you have in mind for today?"

"Mmm," Marie murmured, leaning into the slight tug. "Ah was thinking maybe we could go out, grab a bite of ice cream. We should take advantage of this warm weather, while we still have it, y'know?"

"Take advantage? I like that part." Garrison said, as he kissed her stomach through the t-shirt. "Plus, we get it without having to bribe Miss Munroe for it. Always a plus."

"You always do," Marie said, running a gloved hand through Garrison's hair. "The bribes will come in later. Ah've already been stalking up on 'Ro's favorite coffee." Taking a step back, she pulled on Kane's hand to get him out of his chair.

"When I get fired, I'm so blaming you." He said, but got to his feet quickly enough. An afternoon out with his girlfriend sounded a lot better than forensic reports any day. Kane slipped an arm around her shoulders as they stepped out into the hall. "Alright, what's your pleasure then for today? We are still banned from the batting cages, so that's out."

"Ah blame you for that one, as always," Marie said, slipping her arm around his waist. "Westchester Park maybe? We can grab a football or a Frisbee or something. Unless you have a better idea?"

"Yes, but it involves far more banana pudding than we currently have in the mansion at this time." Kane said with a grin. He paused as they passed the hall closet, reaching in to rummage about the oddball collection of sports equipment that was shoved inside until emerging with the frisbee. "No flying this time."

"Banana? Of all the flavors..." Marie said with an exaggerated eye roll. "And if Ah can't fly, then no using your chip to play better. Plus, it's not like flying really helps except when you lob the disc way over my head anyways."

"Chip doesn't actually turn off, you know. It's not like I'm an iPod or something." They cleared out into the front of the mansion, heading for her car. "Besides, your flying tends to attract a lot larger crowd than my errant throws."

"And there Ah thought it was my charming good looks," she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Sliding into the driver's seat, she waited for Garrison to get in and fasten his seat belt before starting the car. "Fine, fine, no flying. You're no fun."

"True. Boring old Canadian." Kane leaned back. "And you totally know the reason they're watching is to check out your ass."

"Well, that is why you tend to overshoot. Helps to look where you're aiming if you really want to hit your target." Marie reached down to fiddle with the radio knob, stopping once she found a song she liked. "Anyways...how are things going at work these days? Looked like Ah pulled you away from a rather thick file."

"RCMP stuff. I have a conference call with Heather Hudson later. Something to do with that earthquake in Afghanistan a couple of months ago. There's a Canadian field hospital near one of the camps for people displaced by the quake. Two of the workers turned up dead last week, and our Foreign Affairs Ministry is demanding the Taliban allow a Canadian investigator in." Kane said. He didn't talk too much about specifics with his job, simply because he had to be careful what was open information and what was confidential. "I have a feeling Heather is going to push for me to go, for some reason."

"Meaning there's something more going on and she's thinks you'll be able to help," Marie said. "Standard take care of yourself and all that fun stuff if you end up going, ok? That's not exactly the safest area."

"Babe, I live in the Xavier Mansion, which makes forward recon in Vietnam look like a placid, relaxing activity." Kane replied, briefly running his fingers over the side of her cheek; not long enough to start her powers. He was becoming something of an expert at that.

Marie smiled over at him, enjoying the feel of his skin against hers, however brief it had to be. "Doesn't mean your girlfriend isn't allowed to worry about you. It's in the job description. Right after must interpret most important hockey game of the season."

"Reminds me. Hockey season starts soon. You ready to be a widow?"

"What, am Ah not invited to the game watches now? You know, Ah watched hockey before Ah met you," she said, waggling a finger at him.

"You watched. But as in all things, the most important part is understanding." Garrison said as they pulled into the park. "Also, you still root for the damn Habs."

As Marie pulled into a parking space, she turned to smile sweetly at Kane. "Thirty-nine, forty... forty-one..."