It had been a long, taxing day. Add to the equation that it was sauce night and he hadn't eaten a crumb all day. Everyone one told him when he was at Quantico that being an agent was not always about being the hero. He naively thought that he would only be the one getting injured, not watching people lifelessly collapse to their graves.
It wasn't until Briggs rested on the counter behind him that yanked out of his trance.
"You need some help with those?"
Mike knew he had to be looking bat crazy for anyone to volunteer for chores. "I think I'll manage." He bit out. He heard Paul get closer, but not until he put his hands on his shoulders did he realize how close he was. Mike felt fingers gingerly digging out the knots in his shoulders and between his blades. Thumbs were pressed against his pressure points, slowing working their way to the base of his neck. The sigh released from the young agent showed Briggs it was helping to ease his tension. Mike started swaying where the hands went, trying to encourage them. After a few minutes of this the younger agent was lightly dozing.
Briggs gently lifted him off his feet and pulled him over to the couch where he dropped Mike upon. The older agent tugged off Levi's brown leather boots; After all, he didn't want to kid to mess up his couch. Once he finished, he padded back upstairs but not before he heard a small, drowsy murmur call him back.
"Thanks Brigggsss." His charge slurred towards him. He chuckled and brushed his hand over the kid's hair.
"Anytime, kiddo."
xxx GRACELAND xxx
Johnny must have turned off his humidifier again; stupid kid. His throat was parched the Atacan desert summer months. The only thing that surefire put him to sleep after he got worked up was a sip of his favorite rum - which was downstairs.
Making the effort, he sluggishly crawled out of his bed and waltzed downstairs. As soon as he landed on the last step he heard quiet whimpers coming from the couch. Padding over, he wished fervently he had stayed in bed. The kid was covered in sweat, smelling like the alcohol he had consumed the past week. His face was taunt and creased as he cried out. "Mike, Mike...Mikey wake up." Briggs said quietly. The younger agent slowly came to his senses and sat up while Briggs patted him on the back. He had dreamed of the taste of lead in his mouth, placed by the man with a vengeance in one eye. Warren stiffly sniffed the air and was assaulted with the smell of alcohol and urine - he wet.
He began blushing and apologizing; he had pissed on himself in front of the legendary Paul Briggs.
"Easy Mike, it's happened to everyone at Graceland." The older agent consoled.
Mike made a move to get up and clean up the couch. "I don't think I'll ever sit here again." Briggs chuckled. "Don't worry, no one likes that couch anyway."
xxx GRACELAND xxx
Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed it - I wrote this in an hour so it's a tad rushed. It's my first fanfic, be kind!