As Jim's hands, we're obligated to perform these tasks as best we can. However, since Jim has UND (Ulnar Nerve Damage) in his left hand, our job is a bit harder, as sometimes his hand, from the elbow down to his fingertips, goes numb. At one time we were obligated to enable Jim to play Dionysus; the Greek God of libation. However, now, Jim's drinks are few and far between.
We are also very effective interrogation tools, used to emphasize Jim's point on a certain topic or stroke a victim's hand to soothe them. We are large hands; must be genetics, but we've always been that way. Jim's feet are large, too. You know what they say about a man with big hands and/or big feet, yeah?
Having been part of Jim since the day he was born, we've done quite a lot. We've held cigarettes, we've held bottles, we've written letters and we've even unearthed people. The latter I refer to was the time Nick Stokes was kidnapped and buried alive by some geriatric psycho with a death wish. Shovel in hand, we helped dig Nick from his potential grave and pull him free. From that point on Nick was never the same; nor was Jim.
Immediately following that incident Jim decided to ask Sara to marry him. They'd been seeing each other in secret for the better part of a year and the reality of the Nick situation hit Jim in the face like a Peterbuilt. He decided that he didn't want to go through life alone and that he wanted to spend the remainder of his days with the woman he loved.
This brings us to the jewelry store that Jim had frequented over the past few weeks and the ring that he chose to give her. We picked it up, examined it, reached for Jim's wallet and paid for it. It was to be at dinner the evening of that day that he would ask her to be his wife. All through the meal he was nervous; concerned that she didn't share his feelings, or DID share them but not to the same extent as he. When they had finished their meals Jim and Sara took a drive out to Meade and sat along the bank, on a log.
The moon bright and full and the stars dotting the night sky like a blanket with polka dots, they sat and watched the sky and water for a while until Jim turned to her and we took her hand. Jim swallowed hard and told her that he loved her, that he'd always loved her and that he wanted to marry him. Much to his surprise she accepted and that's when we were called into service for that night. We reached into Jim's jacket pocket and pulled out a small-ish hinged box and presented her with it. If we, as hands, had eyes, we would have loved to see the look on her face as we placed the engagement ring on her finger………..that surely would have been a sight to behold.
As we said, as hands, we're responsible for a great deal of tasks that make it possible for Jim to do his job and live his life. We've touched the evil and the good natured, alike. We've wiped the tears from children's faces and we've held the hand of the woman Jim loves.
All in all we do a lot and it would be impossible for Jim to function without us. But hey, its all in a day's work, right?