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He draws out a long sigh and falls back into his pillow in defeat. Watching hopelessly as his stomach was relentlessly stretched and contorted by tiny feet and hands. At 35 weeks, he definitely felt more pregnant than he had before.
"Baby girl, daddy needs 'ta get some shuteye. Gotta tone it down in there"
His pleads with his daughter had seemingly gone ignored. He runs a hand over his face in exasperation. One thing he found soothed the savage beast was to play some classic metal. A favorite of Percy's. He digs out his old headphones. Places them on his belly and tracks down the playlist on his phone. Then let the magic of Bluetooth take over from there. He gives a crooked smile.
Watching as the unsung power of Dio had finally managed to lull her to sleep. He was almost afraid to move in fear of stirring her awake again. Plucking the headphones gingerly from his stomach and placing them on the nightstand. No sooner did he shift to his left side to fall asleep, is when she sprang to life.
He felt like death warmed over later on at work. Combined with the back ache, cramps and having to piss every couple minutes. He was done with this already. Tired of being fat, lethargic and moody. He slumps into his office chair. Just trying to keep his eyes open.
Pride takes notice and immediately feels empathy for the young agent. He smiles warmly at Chris and hands him a mug of decaf. Since finding out about their little probie-to-be. Pride stocked the kitchen with decaf as well as keeping the regular around. Chris just couldn't live without his java. But was, of course, careful not to consume any in his earlier months.
He had taken to drinking the decaf for about 3 months now and with the advice of Loretta to not exceed 2 small cups per day, he was golden. He smiles wearily back at his boss and takes the hot cup in his hand.
"Thanks King"
He drawls. Taking a few sips from the mug. Once again the senior agent smiles kindly, inadvertently chuckling a bit.
"Baby girl keepin' ya up?"
Chris nods tiredly and takes another sip of coffee. Almost as if on cue, she starts stirring about. If that wasn't enough, whether it was the pressure of her head or a well placed kick. He makes the unfortunate discovery he had emptied his bladder.
"Agh Hell! I done pissed 'mah self"
Dwayne tried all he could to stifle any further laughter. But that was all in vain. Poor Chris manages to get to his feet. He couldn't help but give Pride the stink eye finding humor at his misfortune.
"Yeah, laugh it up, King.."
Pride wipes the corner of his eye and attempts to resume conducting himself in a civilized manner.
"I..I'm sorry, Chris.. lets get ya some new pants and a chair"
"Hey, as long as they come with a 'lastic waist I'm good"
Just then Sebastian happened to be making his way through the squad room towards the kitchen. He looks over at the two men, Chris's pants almost immediately catching his attention. He cups a hand over his mouth to keep from breaking into hysterics.
"Chris..you.. you seem a little pissed there"
Close lipped he just shoots the nerd the same look he gave Pride.
"Y'know that Batman poster ya got at Comic Con, Sebastian? Be a shame if it ended up like 'mah pants"
He smirks, knowing his words struck fear into the fledgling agent. Sebastian swallows hard and directs his attention to the floor. Even it being a completely hypothetical scenario, it was enough to nearly throw him into a panic attack.
"Duly noted"
He responds pithily. Continuing to keep his attention elsewhere until reaching the kitchen. Pride chuckles.
"Well as soon as you're changed. I can use your help in interrogation"
They still hadn't tracked down Gordo, however, things were looking to sway in their favor. They had tracked down a man suspected to have ties with the perp. Now if only the suspicions actually led them anywhere was the real question.
Pride enters the room. The suspect, simply going by Kurt, apparently thought the entire process was a charade. As he casually sat there, his boots propped up on the table. Patchy beard and scraggly dark hair partially hidden under a weathered Saints cap. Oh the irony. Pride shoots him a dirty look.
"Feet off the table, Kurt"
He tersely orders. The man gives a smarmy expression and proceeds to lift both legs up and back where they were intended. Pride continues standing but leans forward on the table.
"Lisa Gordo.. that name ring any bells to you?"
Pride inquires. He hadn't even spent a large deal of time with this man, and already just something about him irked the agent. Kurt simply shook his head.
"Whatever man, I ain't heard of 'er"
Pride wasn't entirely sure if he was being genuine or, like everything else, thought this was just a game and took it about as serious as his oral hygiene. He was leaning towards the latter.
"Alright Kurt, you have about five seconds to start taking this seriously, or I'll have my fellow agent whom is eight months pregnant 'an runnin' on a short fuse take over"
Of course this was seen as an even bigger joke to the bum than the interrogation itself. He breaks out into a nicotine stained grin.
"You playin' me, right? Man, you cops will say anything"
Just then, a self satisfying smirk crept across Pride's face. If he wasn't going to cooperate then perhaps he needed a little visual aid. With the smirk still plastered, he slides his phone across the table for Kurt to look at.
A photo of a man sporting a split lip and slightly reddened left side of his face. All repercussions from making a "cop/doughnut" crack towards Chris and his weight about a week prior. Pride explains this as well. Almost instantaneously the man's expression changed. That smug grin vanishing.
"Um, no, I've never heard of Lisa Gordo"
Chris watches this all unfold from the other side of the one-way glass. He couldn't help but chuckle as his folded arms were roughly supported by his belly.