Disclaimer: I do not own Reaper, nor will it happen in the near future. Probably.
"Ug, when's Ben going to call? I hate actually doing work," I heard Sock whine from behind me.
I snorted then turned around to face him. "He may not even call at all," I told him. "Booth could wait till tomorrow or-"
"Why didn't you tell me this Sam? I could be lying around, but no…" he interrupted and started to trail off.
"I did tell you," I said, not bothering to hide the smirk on my face.
"Well- I- Uh- You know, whatever!" Sock whined then walked away.
I chuckled as I turned back around and was about to go back to working. "Sam!" I heard Andi call behind me.
I turned back around again and saw her jogging toward me. "Yeah?" I asked her.
After she got to me, she took a deep breath. "Ben just called. He said that he saw Booth walking in," she said.
"Did he say if he saw him walking over to any area of the store?" I asked her. Andi shook her head.
I bit my lip. "Sock!" I called out.
"What?" I heard him say to my right. I looked over and saw him only a few yards away, walking over to us.
"Ben just called and said he saw Booth," I explained. "He didn't tell us where though. Can you help me go around the store and find him?" I asked.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Sure," he answered.
I nodded and looked back at Andi. "Do you think you could just stay here with the gun? You're the only one of us that will be able to vessel him successfully," I told her then took the vessel out of my pants pocket and handed it over to her.
She smirked. "It'll be my pleasure," she told me.
"Okay, let's go," I said to Sock as we both walked out of the back room and over into the sales floor of the store.
"Are we going to stay together and look for him or what?" Sock asked me.
"Um, I guess I could just look to see if he's on the right side of the store and you can look on the left side of the store," I replied.
Sock nodded and walked away to our left. I looked at him walk away for a moment then walked to the right and started to look down at the aisles as I past them. After aisle 10, I was about ready to give into the thought that he was either on the left side of the store, or in the front where I couldn't see him, until I got to aisle 13 and saw him.
He was only about ten yards away from me and he still had the thick mustache he had on in the photo that the Devil had given me. I didn't understand that, being that it's the first thing you recognize when you see him. Yet again, he probably thought that if people did see him, that they'd just think he looked familiar or thought he just looked a lot like Abraham Lincoln's assassin.
I shrugged the thought off as I walked over to him. "Hi sir. Can I help you with anything?" I asked him.
Booth looked away from the shelf and at me. "Yes. Do you have any…" he said then pause for a moment, like he was trying to find the right words. "Iron slabs?" he asked me.
"You mean iron boards?" I asked him and he nodded in response. I pretended to ponder for a few moments. "Yeah, we do. But they're in the back room," I told him smoothly and started to walk back up the aisle.
I turned my head around and saw him still standing where he was before. "If you want to pick the size you want you'll want to follow me," I told him. Booth nodded in understanding and followed me out of the aisle and back into the back room.
"Where are they?" he asked me.
"They're in the back right of the room," I lied to him as we continued to walk down to the end of the room. Come on Andi. I thought nervously.
Just moments after I thought that I heard an other set of very light, almost unnoticeable footsteps close behind me then a loud sharp noise that sounded like metal hitting metal.
I turned my head around and I saw that Booth and Andi were in between some shelves. Booth had grabbed onto both of Andi's hands and had them up above her head, preventing her from shooting him.
Not bothering to think if he knew if she was trying to vessel him, or just thought she was just some psychotic chick; I ran over to them and from behind, I grabbed Booth's wrists and tried to pull him off her.
Booth didn't take lightly to it and started to use his right leg to kick me since he couldn't use his hands. It didn't bother me much, until he hit a rather… unfortunate place that made me let him go.
Once I let go I saw Booth's left hand turn into a knife and cut Andi's hand just below her knuckles. "Owe!" I heard her yelp then dropped the vessel.
My reflexes must have greatly improved, because I dropped to the floor on my stomach just in time to catch it with my left hand. Not hesitating, I bent my arm and shot Booth in his left leg. The moment I did he turned to a cloud of red light and shot into the vessel.
I looked at the floor below my hand and picked up the trigger that had fallen off the gun with the fingers with my casted hand, then put it into my pocket and stood up.
"How's your hand?" I asked Andi.
She looked down at her right hand, that she was holding up against her chest, and pulled it away from her chest so that she and I could both see the cut. I looked bad, it didn't seem deep of course, but it was it was long enough to reach each side of her hand and was bleeding a lot.
"Crap," she said and took her other hand and started to wipe some of the blood onto the metal on the shelves.
"What are you doing?" I asked her.
"We have to have some reason that my hand is cut," she said and motioned with her hand to put the vessel back into my pocket.
I did so and she and I walked out of the back room and directly to the outside by using the back door. "Do you want me to drive you to the hospital?" I asked her.
Andi shook her head. "No. Stay here and tell Ted that I left because I tripped and cut my hand on some metal," she told me.
I nodded and we walked over to her car. "I'm sorry Andi," I told her as I looked down at the ground.
I heard her sigh. "It's okay Sam; it's not your fault," she said to me and got into her car.
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"Did you turn in the vessel yet?" Ben asked me. He and I were both back at the house, and watching the new episode of "One Life to Live" on the DVR.
I nodded my head. "Yeah," I replied to him.
Ben nodded his head as well and looked like he was contemplating something. "Isn't Abraham Lincoln on Hell's most wanted list?" he asked me.
I frowned and looked away from the TV. "Yeah, I think I remember seeing him on a packet Gladys showed us awhile back," I said slowly. Why did he go to Hell, though? You'd think that he'd go to Heaven. I though as I stared at the wall.
"Hmm. Well, I'm going to bed; it's past midnight and we have first shift tomorrow," Ben said then stood up. "You can keep watching this if you what. I can just skip to the part that I was at," Ben said to me then walked out of the living room.
I sighed and turned off the TV once he left; thinking that I should probably get some sleep too, being that I had the same shift as him the next day.
So, I stood up as well and walked out of the living room and into the bedroom which I shared with Ben and Nina. I didn't bother to look at either of them as I walked past them and collapsed onto the twin bed.
The next thing I knew I fell to the ground, chest first. I gasped, feeling all of the air come out of my lungs. I blinked a few times as I stood up. Once I was standing I looked around; noting the fog that seemed to be over my eyes. Another dream? I thought as I blinked like a madman. Why would Taylor give me another dream already? I thought as a light bulb clicked in my head. Unless it's not Taylor.
I stood there for about a minute, able to successfully get the fuzz out of my eyes. Once I did I finally realized where I was; a movie theater. "Sam?" I heard a familiar voice behind me. I turned around to see Andi in blue PJs.
"What are you doing here?" we asked each other in unison.