Laurie & Eamon | Wednesday evening

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Finding himself without a job for the time being Eamon shows up to surprise Laurie. The flowers suffer injuries.

The problem with this mansion was that Eamon didn't rightly ever know where to find Laurie in it. He'd checked her suite but no one was there. She wasn't in the kitchen. One guy told him to check in the medlab and told him how to get there so that's where he was headed now. At least the kid had explained she wasn't injured. There must have been a look on Eamon's face when he'd heard "medlab.," a look he was going to attempt not to consider too closely.

Trotting down the stairs with a rainbow of azaleas in his hand, if rainbows were entirely comprised of the warmer colours of the colour spectrum anyhow, Eamon went poking about. He was, admittedly, a bit lost though. This, this was why surprise visits were always a bad idea. Even if Vanessa had thought it'd be grand, that Laurie could use it and she'd be thrilled. She could most certainly not be thrilled if he never found her. Mobiles were handy for that. Barring locating her in the medlab he was going to have to resort to such measures most likely. Terrible tragedy, that.

Laurie had been talking to Hank about where her studies were headed when she'd received a call that some strange Irishman was looking for her. So Eamon's appearance in Medlab while still a surprise, didn't send her into complete shock. Instead, she had launched herself at the poor man the moment he came around the corner, only noticing the flowers he was carrying when they were crushed between them.

"Oops," she said sheepishly, looking up at him with a slightly guilty expression.

"Aye, pet, class act there." Yet there was a grin on his face and he was laughing quietly. "See, I had this strategy that involved you getting those before you pounced me." The flowers were held up with a bit of a frown on Eamon's face. His head tilted to the side while he surveyed the damage. "I think maybe some of 'em will survive. Aye, or you could just hang 'em and dry 'em and...do whatever people do with dried flowers they've destroyed via impromptu pouncing?"

"Put them in perfumes or use them for pot-pourri," Laurie replied automatically, taking them from his hands to look them over. She stood on tiptoe and gave him a soft kiss before wandering absently down the hall in search of a vase to place them in. She stopped after a moment and looked back at him. "I don't remember telling you my favourite flower."

"Just because you don't remember you didn't do it?" She hadn't told him, actually. He'd found out from Vanessa who had found out in some roundabout way he wasn't asking about because it probably involved stalking Laurie for information or some sort of sacred female ritual he'd have to be killed over knowing about or summat.

Eamon followed Laurie while she wandered in search of something or other and took a moment to enjoy the view. The view made that flight entirely worth the cramped space and the obnoxious people with their screaming babies. "So you fixate on me figuring out your favourite flower instead of my suddenly being in your timezone. It's almost like being normal." Almost being the operative word.

"Well, that was the next question," Laurie said with a grin, making a triumphant noise as she found a vase in one of the supply cupboards and placed the flowers within. "I wondered why Vanessa looked so smug yesterday. So, how long are you here for?"

"Don't let that fool you, Vanessa always looks smug. It's her default expression if she's not pretending to be harmless. Or harmful, for that matter." Or maybe cocky was her default instead of smug. One of the two. "I don't know, maybe for a while, maybe not. Depends. The lads wanted to get to see their families for Christmas for the first time in ages so we've not got anywhere to be until January at the earliest. I figured it's possible the pre-med student won't have to study non-stop and write heaps of papers next weekend because maybe her finals would be over so maybe I could steal my girlfriend for it? If you're amenable to that. I swear I'd give you back directly after, holidays and all." Eamon didn't want to get in the way of her school stuff, of her day-to-day life that happened all the time. He just wanted to borrow her for a bit was all. Particularly since he didn't know when he'd get to try to borrow her again.

"Oh, I think that could be arranged, and I'm pretty sure I could get Crystal to cover my Medlab shifts, and other people to cover my other commitments, at least for a week, anyhow," Laurie replied, sniffing at the flowers in the vase and then placing it down on a nearby table. "So, how about giving you r girlfriend a real greeting then, now that she's not assaulting poor flowers that never did anybody harm?"

"Well she seemed a bit busy. Wasn't really sure I should distract her with something like that." He waited a beat, watching as if to see whether or not she would flit off somewhere else before he could trap her. She didn't go anywhere and he pretended to seem satisfied that she wouldn't be disappearing so he took a step toward her. Eamon's arms wrapped around Laurie's waist and he lifted her off the ground with ease. "Hey, pet." His voice was little more than a whisper at this proximity. The kiss that followed was soft, sweet and gave away none of the deep desire he had to get her alone and naked for very, very long periods of time.

Laurie eventually had to come up for air, resting her forehead briefly against his before she pulled back with another smile, "Now that's what I call a proper welcome."

She would have to tell Jean-Phillipe to either put on his headphones tonight or find another place to sleep in, as she had every intention of making sure she gave Eamon a very 'improper' welcome as well.

"That's an in public proper welcome," Eamon corrected. "Aye, but I missed you." It was nice to actually have more than her voice in his ear for once. For the first time in months. He'd collected new scars since he'd last seen her and Eamon hoped she wouldn't get too worried about the couple that were obviously bullet wounds.

"I missed you too," Laurie replied, poking at his shoulder to get him to let her down. "Come on, I'll cook you some dinner since I was about to go and get some food myself."

He frowned a bit in the process, but he did put her down. An arm snaked out around her waist to keep her close still; Eamon was unwilling to let her go even if the only reason he had for it was that he hadn't been able to hold onto her for so long. "Look at me being the king of timing, aye? Show up, get girl, get dinner. I like being me." Eamon grinned at her, blue eyes sparkling.

"Well, show up, get girl and then help the girl cook dinner," Laurie replied with an answering grin. She settled comfortably into his side as they walked, only separating to make it up the somewhat narrow stairs to the rest of the mansion. "Any particular food cravings you've got at the moment?"

Still a little distracted by the view going up the stairs, Eamon was a bit delayed in his response. "Something green? Aye, that's meant to be green maybe? In a vegetable sorta way?" His arm looped her shoulders again, refocusing on food. Food, not girl. Right. Sure. He could focus. Really. "You know I'm only so much good to you in the kitchen insofar as you've stuff for me to cut, aye? Or dishes to wash. I'm aces at washing dishes. Really missed a calling there..."

"A man who washes the dishes is always a keeper," Laurie noted, enjoying the weight of Eamon's arm, and his unique smell as they travelled onward. "And cutting things will do just fine, mostly I'm just in the mood to be domestic tonight. You don't mind, do you?"

"You don't actually except me to protest my girlfriend wanting to be domestic instead of wild and crazy the first time I get to see her in months, do you?" He might've been looking at Laurie as if she were a bit mad, too. Eamon kissed her temple and smiled. "I'm perfectly equipped to handle quiet nights, for the record."

"Well, not entirely quiet, " Laurie noted, and any of her friends seeing the smile she sent Eamon at that second might have been quite shocked at the often prim and proper Miss Collin's getting about with such a suggestive grin. Had they been the type to be shocked, of course. "But good to know, anyhow."

Right, there was that focus thing again. Eamon cleared his throat. "Perfectly equipped to handle those sorts of nights, too," he told her casually whilst mentally taking apart a handgun. A man needed something to distract himself, after all.