Monday, June 3rd, 2013 -- mid-morning
Might be the calmest span of days Ben's ever spent in Rhydin. Just as he'd predicted, he'd spent most of the day sleeping through movies, even though Adam was home (and for most of the time, stayed right next to his slumbering father the entire day). The next few days weren't any different, whether it was just Ben and Jackie at home or if it was the evening or weekend when Adam was home too: sleeping, sleeping, more sleeping. Watching hockey replays (the games were too stressful), eating when Jackie made him. No concussion symptoms had surfaced, so he was, according to Thomas' instructions, clear to take vicodin, but Ben wouldn't, even if Jackie went to fill the prescription. Instead, he just relied on Tylenol (which barely took the edge off) and... sleep.
By the time Monday rolls around, he's still not feeling great -- still feeling pretty awful, really -- but he's feeling good enough to hobble down the stairs on his own mid-morning, get himself something to eat (even if it's only a bowl of cereal and an apple), and try to slip into the office undetected so he can try to find his appointment book and maybe make some work-related calls.
Jackie was waiting for the moment when Ben became stir-crazy and began rebelling against Thomas' instructions for him to take it easy, but until then she went out of her way to make sure his days were as utterly uneventful as possible. After the ordeal he went through the most he should worry about is sleeping and healing. She would run her errands when Adam was around or when Ben dozed off for one of his long naps, but other than that she stuck to the house and keeping herself busy with gardening, tending to Sullivan & Associates here and there, or reading the collection of baby books she was slowly getting her hands on. Close enough if Ben needed her but out of his hair so he didn't feel like she was babying him too much. That would have only made keeping him in recovery mode for a week or so more difficult.
While she was able to keep busy she was also in a constant state of high alert, listening for Ben just in case his rasping coughs went on too long or he called for her. Unfortunately for Ben, Jackie was tending to a load of Adam's clothes in the laundry room that wasn't too far off from the office and Ben's stubborn attempt at sneakily working was cut short quickly. The washer was turned on, announcing her presence, before she made her way across the hall to lean against the doorway of the office with arms folded over her chest. "You're not going to find it in here," his day planner, the thing that Ben lived his life by when it came to work and had been held hostage by Jackie since the day after his incident.
He'd heard the washer, but he'd hoped that meant she was in housework mode and would be less likely to notice him, maybe even hadn't realized he'd slipped into the office. No such luck. "What?" He'd been going through one of the drawers in the heavy wooden desk in there, but he glanced up at Jackie poised in the doorway like he wasn't disappointed to see her and to get that information. He makes a little pained noise when he drops down into the chair behind the desk, but the tightness in his expression is mostly gone after a few seconds. "I don't know what you think I'm looking for. Just needed a change of scenery." Putting on a thoughtful look then, absently tonguing the split in his lower lip. Not that he was anywhere close to healed anyway, but those kinds of injuries especially were slow to heal on Ben; he had a hard time not messing with them. "But since you brought up finding stuff, do you know where today's paper is? I was reading it earlier, but I must've put it down somewhere and now I can't find it. Head injury, right?" It's all a lie, but he's just hoping she's bluffing about his planner not being here, and if he sends her off on an errand then maybe he can find it.
She winces at the noise from him, no matter how many times she heard it she couldn't get used to it. It almost makes her want to give into him and hand over his planner if it's going to bring him some peace, but the fact he went right into a fib squashed that urge rather quickly. A new urge arises, one to tell him to stop playing with the cut in his lip, but she manages to refrain so she's only hassling him about one thing at a time. "I put it on the dining room table. I will happily go get the paper for you, but I'm going to make it perfectly clear that your planner isn't in this office. After I rescheduled your appointments I hid it. Should I still waste my time goin' to get that paper or are you gonna let that go?"
Ben doesn't answer right away, but after a few seconds tick by, he sighs heavily, dejected -- makes him cough a couple of times, but it's nothing too concerning. "No, don't waste your time getting the paper. Can you at least tell me what room you hid it in?" He uses the edge of the desk for support when he hauls himself to his feet, limps over to the door she's blocking. He was refusing an air cast, but at least he'd been good about keeping his ankle wrapped. He'll edge past her through the door if she'll move out of the way. "It'll be a fun game, c'mon. Or you could always give me my phone back." Because he was pretty meticulous about keeping client contact information in there, too.
Jackie's expression is unmoving yet patient while she waits for him to figure out his answer. She would happily go get the paper for him if it's what he actually wanted, but she was far too aware that wasn't the case. There's a small 'mhm' when he tells her to forget about it. A few steps are taken into the hallway so he can get through the door, but when he passes by she trails along after him. "I'm not tellin' you what room it's in, Ben. I toldja already, I called everyone you had lined up and explained to them that we had a family emergency leavin' you occupied for at least a week. They're aware there is nothin' that can be done about it and for the most part everyone was pretty understandin', wishin' us the best in whatever we got goin' on. You're not gettin' the phone, either. Can you just sit down, please? Get to where you're goin' and I'll get you anything you need. Don't act like this already, it's only Monday."
"Oh god, only Monday," mournful. "It's not just clients. I need to call witnesses too. Persons of interest." Though he knows that's not going to sway Jackie, and, resigned to searching the house room by room when she's occupied with something else (already considering asking Adam to fake like he's absolutely stumped with homework tonight to give her a distraction), he drops down onto the couch, and with a grunt of effort, pulls his legs up onto it, sprawls out. "What I need is to do something other than sit around the house doing nothing." Yeah, he was in a sour mood now, though at least he's on the sullen side as opposed to heated. "I know Thomas said it'll be weeks before I'm all healed up, but that can't mean I need to do nothing the whole time. You're being overprotective," though he knows she isn't.
"Horrible, isn't it? Stuck in a house, alone with me, with nothing to do, and tons of time on our hands." While her tone was dramatic it was far from sympathetic. "You know that was the basis of our honeymoon, right? Y'weren't bellyachin' at me then." Her head picks up in a quick shake. "No, you don't need to do any of that. If people can't wait for you to get better than they can find a different detective to go with. None of the cases you had involved missin' persons or anything that was a matter of life and death. You know it, and worse for you, I know it. Isn't workin' with your wife swell?"
As Jackie spoke she had wandered over to the bookcase and was poking through it. Finally, two books were pulled from the shelf and she wandered over to him. One was set in Ben's lap before she took a seat at the other end of the couch and folded her legs beneath her comfortably. "There's plenty for you to do. You have a baby on the way and it's been more than twelve years since you dealt with a pregnant woman. I picked that up at the store for you yesterday while I was out." The thing she had picked up was a book titled What to Expect When Your Wife Is Expanding: A Reassuring Month-by-Month Guide for the Father-to-Be, Whether He Wants Advice or Not. Jackie on the other hand was thumbing through her book, the much more traditional What To Expect When You're Expecting. She didn't even lift her head from the pages to ask him, "If the tables were turned and I was the one you found beat and bloody up in an alley, and someone told you to keep my ass at home so I could get better, how much different would you be actin' compared to me?"
Might be the calmest span of days Ben's ever spent in Rhydin. Just as he'd predicted, he'd spent most of the day sleeping through movies, even though Adam was home (and for most of the time, stayed right next to his slumbering father the entire day). The next few days weren't any different, whether it was just Ben and Jackie at home or if it was the evening or weekend when Adam was home too: sleeping, sleeping, more sleeping. Watching hockey replays (the games were too stressful), eating when Jackie made him. No concussion symptoms had surfaced, so he was, according to Thomas' instructions, clear to take vicodin, but Ben wouldn't, even if Jackie went to fill the prescription. Instead, he just relied on Tylenol (which barely took the edge off) and... sleep.
By the time Monday rolls around, he's still not feeling great -- still feeling pretty awful, really -- but he's feeling good enough to hobble down the stairs on his own mid-morning, get himself something to eat (even if it's only a bowl of cereal and an apple), and try to slip into the office undetected so he can try to find his appointment book and maybe make some work-related calls.
Jackie was waiting for the moment when Ben became stir-crazy and began rebelling against Thomas' instructions for him to take it easy, but until then she went out of her way to make sure his days were as utterly uneventful as possible. After the ordeal he went through the most he should worry about is sleeping and healing. She would run her errands when Adam was around or when Ben dozed off for one of his long naps, but other than that she stuck to the house and keeping herself busy with gardening, tending to Sullivan & Associates here and there, or reading the collection of baby books she was slowly getting her hands on. Close enough if Ben needed her but out of his hair so he didn't feel like she was babying him too much. That would have only made keeping him in recovery mode for a week or so more difficult.
While she was able to keep busy she was also in a constant state of high alert, listening for Ben just in case his rasping coughs went on too long or he called for her. Unfortunately for Ben, Jackie was tending to a load of Adam's clothes in the laundry room that wasn't too far off from the office and Ben's stubborn attempt at sneakily working was cut short quickly. The washer was turned on, announcing her presence, before she made her way across the hall to lean against the doorway of the office with arms folded over her chest. "You're not going to find it in here," his day planner, the thing that Ben lived his life by when it came to work and had been held hostage by Jackie since the day after his incident.
He'd heard the washer, but he'd hoped that meant she was in housework mode and would be less likely to notice him, maybe even hadn't realized he'd slipped into the office. No such luck. "What?" He'd been going through one of the drawers in the heavy wooden desk in there, but he glanced up at Jackie poised in the doorway like he wasn't disappointed to see her and to get that information. He makes a little pained noise when he drops down into the chair behind the desk, but the tightness in his expression is mostly gone after a few seconds. "I don't know what you think I'm looking for. Just needed a change of scenery." Putting on a thoughtful look then, absently tonguing the split in his lower lip. Not that he was anywhere close to healed anyway, but those kinds of injuries especially were slow to heal on Ben; he had a hard time not messing with them. "But since you brought up finding stuff, do you know where today's paper is? I was reading it earlier, but I must've put it down somewhere and now I can't find it. Head injury, right?" It's all a lie, but he's just hoping she's bluffing about his planner not being here, and if he sends her off on an errand then maybe he can find it.
She winces at the noise from him, no matter how many times she heard it she couldn't get used to it. It almost makes her want to give into him and hand over his planner if it's going to bring him some peace, but the fact he went right into a fib squashed that urge rather quickly. A new urge arises, one to tell him to stop playing with the cut in his lip, but she manages to refrain so she's only hassling him about one thing at a time. "I put it on the dining room table. I will happily go get the paper for you, but I'm going to make it perfectly clear that your planner isn't in this office. After I rescheduled your appointments I hid it. Should I still waste my time goin' to get that paper or are you gonna let that go?"
Ben doesn't answer right away, but after a few seconds tick by, he sighs heavily, dejected -- makes him cough a couple of times, but it's nothing too concerning. "No, don't waste your time getting the paper. Can you at least tell me what room you hid it in?" He uses the edge of the desk for support when he hauls himself to his feet, limps over to the door she's blocking. He was refusing an air cast, but at least he'd been good about keeping his ankle wrapped. He'll edge past her through the door if she'll move out of the way. "It'll be a fun game, c'mon. Or you could always give me my phone back." Because he was pretty meticulous about keeping client contact information in there, too.
Jackie's expression is unmoving yet patient while she waits for him to figure out his answer. She would happily go get the paper for him if it's what he actually wanted, but she was far too aware that wasn't the case. There's a small 'mhm' when he tells her to forget about it. A few steps are taken into the hallway so he can get through the door, but when he passes by she trails along after him. "I'm not tellin' you what room it's in, Ben. I toldja already, I called everyone you had lined up and explained to them that we had a family emergency leavin' you occupied for at least a week. They're aware there is nothin' that can be done about it and for the most part everyone was pretty understandin', wishin' us the best in whatever we got goin' on. You're not gettin' the phone, either. Can you just sit down, please? Get to where you're goin' and I'll get you anything you need. Don't act like this already, it's only Monday."
"Oh god, only Monday," mournful. "It's not just clients. I need to call witnesses too. Persons of interest." Though he knows that's not going to sway Jackie, and, resigned to searching the house room by room when she's occupied with something else (already considering asking Adam to fake like he's absolutely stumped with homework tonight to give her a distraction), he drops down onto the couch, and with a grunt of effort, pulls his legs up onto it, sprawls out. "What I need is to do something other than sit around the house doing nothing." Yeah, he was in a sour mood now, though at least he's on the sullen side as opposed to heated. "I know Thomas said it'll be weeks before I'm all healed up, but that can't mean I need to do nothing the whole time. You're being overprotective," though he knows she isn't.
"Horrible, isn't it? Stuck in a house, alone with me, with nothing to do, and tons of time on our hands." While her tone was dramatic it was far from sympathetic. "You know that was the basis of our honeymoon, right? Y'weren't bellyachin' at me then." Her head picks up in a quick shake. "No, you don't need to do any of that. If people can't wait for you to get better than they can find a different detective to go with. None of the cases you had involved missin' persons or anything that was a matter of life and death. You know it, and worse for you, I know it. Isn't workin' with your wife swell?"
As Jackie spoke she had wandered over to the bookcase and was poking through it. Finally, two books were pulled from the shelf and she wandered over to him. One was set in Ben's lap before she took a seat at the other end of the couch and folded her legs beneath her comfortably. "There's plenty for you to do. You have a baby on the way and it's been more than twelve years since you dealt with a pregnant woman. I picked that up at the store for you yesterday while I was out." The thing she had picked up was a book titled What to Expect When Your Wife Is Expanding: A Reassuring Month-by-Month Guide for the Father-to-Be, Whether He Wants Advice or Not. Jackie on the other hand was thumbing through her book, the much more traditional What To Expect When You're Expecting. She didn't even lift her head from the pages to ask him, "If the tables were turned and I was the one you found beat and bloody up in an alley, and someone told you to keep my ass at home so I could get better, how much different would you be actin' compared to me?"