Title: Think First
By: Amy Jonas and MagsRose
Feedback: adjonas@yahoo.com and magsrose@attbi.com
Category: Gen
Rating: G
Summary: Langly opens his big mouth.
Disclaimer: permission was not asked, none was given but no harm is
intended
Note: We talked. We wondered. This is what we came up with.
Langly was pissed. He had been working on an encrypted code for hours and still hadn't even come close to cracking it. And to make matters worse, Yves had arrived and almost immediately started arguing with Frohike. Their voices carried throughout the warehouse. He tried to tune them out but they had gotten so loud he couldn't focus on what he was doing. Fed up, he whirled his chair around and growled, "Shit, Yves, take a Midol already!" then turned back to the computer. Silence fell over the warehouse. The other Gunmen stared at Langly typing away on his keyboard. They barely dared to breath, wondering if he understood the implications of his words. He said stuff like that all the time to them, but Yves was not a guy. You just don't say stuff like that to a woman, especially Yves. After a few seconds, Langly became aware of the sudden silence. He looked up to see Yves walking slowly toward him. Her eyes blazed with fury and her hands clenched into fists at her side. He noticed the other Gunmen backing slowly away from them, their faces pale. Yves towered menacingly over Langly. "What.did.you...just.say?" Every word dripped venom. Langly shrank away from her until he was clutching the chair to keep from falling off. "What?" He shot pleading looks toward the guys. "What did I say?" Not wanting to see Langly hurt or Yves do something that she would regret later, Jimmy cautiously approached the pair, speaking softly, gently. "Yves, he says stuff like that all the time. You know how he can be." Refusing to take her eyes from the object of her fury for even a second, Yves didn't acknowledge Jimmy's presence. Hoping to break her concentration, Jimmy reached out and touched her shoulder. He could feel the tension in her muscles. He continued, "Yves, Langly doesn't always think before he speaks. You know that. He wasn't trying to insult you, not really." Byers and Frohike watched in amazement as Yves took a step away from Langly, giving Jimmy her full attention. Jimmy took her hand in his. Walking backwards, he led her away from the shaken Langly. Her voice trembling with fury, Yves told Jimmy, "If he *ever* says that again, I will strip him naked, truss him up and throw him onto the White House Lawn and let the Secret Service deal with him." "And he would deserve it," Jimmy agreed. "Now, can you explain to me again what these diagrams mean?" Seeing that Jimmy had Yves distracted, Frohike and Byers confronted Langly. "What were you thinking?" Frohike demanded. Dazed, Langly insisted, "Honestly, guys, I don't remember what I said." When they told him, the color drained from Langly's face. "Do you think I should apologize?" "Give Jimmy a little more time to calm her down," Byers advised. "Yeah," Frohike said knowingly, "and you might want to consider some major groveling." "I don't know," Langly shot a fearful look at Yves, "Do you think she was serious about that threat?"
Langly was pissed. He had been working on an encrypted code for hours and still hadn't even come close to cracking it. And to make matters worse, Yves had arrived and almost immediately started arguing with Frohike. Their voices carried throughout the warehouse. He tried to tune them out but they had gotten so loud he couldn't focus on what he was doing. Fed up, he whirled his chair around and growled, "Shit, Yves, take a Midol already!" then turned back to the computer. Silence fell over the warehouse. The other Gunmen stared at Langly typing away on his keyboard. They barely dared to breath, wondering if he understood the implications of his words. He said stuff like that all the time to them, but Yves was not a guy. You just don't say stuff like that to a woman, especially Yves. After a few seconds, Langly became aware of the sudden silence. He looked up to see Yves walking slowly toward him. Her eyes blazed with fury and her hands clenched into fists at her side. He noticed the other Gunmen backing slowly away from them, their faces pale. Yves towered menacingly over Langly. "What.did.you...just.say?" Every word dripped venom. Langly shrank away from her until he was clutching the chair to keep from falling off. "What?" He shot pleading looks toward the guys. "What did I say?" Not wanting to see Langly hurt or Yves do something that she would regret later, Jimmy cautiously approached the pair, speaking softly, gently. "Yves, he says stuff like that all the time. You know how he can be." Refusing to take her eyes from the object of her fury for even a second, Yves didn't acknowledge Jimmy's presence. Hoping to break her concentration, Jimmy reached out and touched her shoulder. He could feel the tension in her muscles. He continued, "Yves, Langly doesn't always think before he speaks. You know that. He wasn't trying to insult you, not really." Byers and Frohike watched in amazement as Yves took a step away from Langly, giving Jimmy her full attention. Jimmy took her hand in his. Walking backwards, he led her away from the shaken Langly. Her voice trembling with fury, Yves told Jimmy, "If he *ever* says that again, I will strip him naked, truss him up and throw him onto the White House Lawn and let the Secret Service deal with him." "And he would deserve it," Jimmy agreed. "Now, can you explain to me again what these diagrams mean?" Seeing that Jimmy had Yves distracted, Frohike and Byers confronted Langly. "What were you thinking?" Frohike demanded. Dazed, Langly insisted, "Honestly, guys, I don't remember what I said." When they told him, the color drained from Langly's face. "Do you think I should apologize?" "Give Jimmy a little more time to calm her down," Byers advised. "Yeah," Frohike said knowingly, "and you might want to consider some major groveling." "I don't know," Langly shot a fearful look at Yves, "Do you think she was serious about that threat?"