1"Still nothing?" John leans closer.
"Nope." Elizabeth grimaces. "Shouldn't be this difficult."
"Maybe you aren't doing it right. Let me have a look."
She sighs heavily. "John, that's really not necessary, I can do this myself. In fact, I've done it many times iby/i myself."
"Okay, suit yourself. Just sit there all frustrated when the guy with the magic hands is right here." He smirks, holding up said hands and waggling their digits tauntingly in her direction.
Elizabeth's fingers move frantically for a few more moments before she relents. "Fine, see what you can do," she says, casting an exasperated glance in John's direction.
Smiling, John scoots closer. "Uh, you're going to have to move your hand."
"Oh right, sorry."
"No problem, just sit back and let me work my magic." He grins and sets to work, his brow furrowed in concentration.
After a few moments of silence Elizabeth sighs again. "Still nothing, maybe we should call Rodney."
John's mouth falls open. He stares at her for a long moment utterly speechless. "Rodney?!?! Seriously? There's no way he's better at this than me!" He gets back to work, both determined and indignant.
"Well, he iis/i a scientist. He knows how things work."
"Not everything..." John mutters under his breath. For a long while his only utterance is the occasional grunt as he focuses on his task. Finally, he lifts his head and runs his fingers through his hair in frustration. "Dammit! I don't know what's wrong. I've never had this much trouble before."
Elizabeth pats his shoulder. "It's okay, John, at least you tried. I appreciate the effort."
"Yeah, well, apparently I'm out of my league here. Sorry," he says sheepishly giving her a lopsided grin. "Must be a virus or something."
"Must be," she agrees, closing up the laptop and putting it to the side. "I'll have one of the IT guys look at it tomorrow. Want to go grab some dinner?"
"I'd love to," John replies jumping up from his perch on her desk.
"Great, maybe I'll even treat you to dessert in my quarters," Elizabeth suggests with a saucy smirk. "You know, as a reward for trying so hard to help me."
"Sounds like a plan to me." John's eyes twinkle mischievously and he rakes his eyes over her as she rounds her desk. "Of course, we could always skip straight to dessert," he says following her out the door.
