Do Not Disturb
Schuldig liked to think. He didn't do it often or for too long because other people's thoughts would always cut right through his if he lingered too long on something. He never did manage to find that perfect balance, the balance between letting his thoughts roam and letting others' thoughts stay out. They always managed to trickle in, except when Crawford was around.
He wasn't going to think when Crawford was around. He liked to think out loud sometimes and it annoyed the precog so much.
When he was in the mood to, he would lock himself inside his room, put on some loud music only he could hear by use of headphones, and clear his head of any obtrusive thoughts through the use of shields. It was almost like meditating, except it wasn't completely quiet and the music was used to aid in the blocking of outside thoughts. He would lay on his bed, arms behind his head and just think.
Today, Schuldig wasn't locked in his bedroom. Instead, much to everyone else's annoyance, he holed himself up in the bathroom, turned the shower on, and just let himself go. He ignored the pounding on the door thirty minutes later (courtesy of Nagi), the obtrusive thoughts (also courtesy of Nagi), and the vaguely threatening speech he didn't bother listening to an hour and a half later (courtesy of Crawford).
"Schuldig, I'm warning you," Crawford said after two hours. "I will break this door down."
He listened hard at the door, but any noise made would have been muffled by the sound of water anyway. He kept his calm and went to retrieve his telekinetic teammate, for he was not one for empty threats. Nagi, in one flick of the wrist, had the door ripped right off the hinges. What they saw shocked them both. The shower was on, and there was a filled tub, with Schuldig sprawled out all over inside the tub.
"Is he... Is he dead?" Nagi asked as he stood in the doorway. He had heard of people who committed suicide in bathtubs by putting the water on and drowning after slitting their wrists in a vaguely artistic manner.
Crawford took a quick peek into the future just to be on the safe side. "I don't think so. He looks alive ten minutes from now."
Nagi looked to Crawford then. "So how do we get him...out?"
Crawford removed his suit jacket and hung it on the door knob. "Go get a towel. I'll go get Schuldig."
Nagi flushed. "You're going to just pick him right out of the water?"
Crawford said nothing as he cautiously walked over to the tub. Nagi didn't want to stick around and opted for getting the towel instead.
Ten minutes later, Schuldig nearly clawed Crawford's face off when the precognitive tried to drown the napping German.