Chapter seven

Comfort food

Disclaimer: me no own…simple isn't it?

AN: got this idea from one of my estranged cousins, everyone has them, at least I hope everyone does, no family is complete without them. If Tseng happened to be real, I wouldn't be sitting here typing, I would be running for my life by now.

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Tseng had a migraine, nope that would be a severe understatement, his head felt as if an A-Bomb had just detonated next to him and death being mean decided to let him live with nothing but a headache. Yup that'd be about right. And just to make things peachy, guess who was there to keep him company, you guessed it.

"Reno, I'm asking you nicely now, would you please for the love holy please, please shut up, I have a banging headache and I don't need you to make it any worse," he virtually pleaded, his head cradled in his hands, "damn it, I need some comfort food."

"Comfort food? You pregnant or something?" Reno remarked with a smirk. Tseng sent him a withering glare before replacing his head in his hands.

"Omigawd, you're pregnant!" Reno exclaimed loudly, standing up and pointing a finger at his boss. The noise in which case brought attention to Tseng's office.

"Who's pregnant?" Elena asked arriving into the office unannounced.

"Tseng have you had any run-ins with Hojo," another withering glare, "omigawd, you really are pregnant!"

" WTF?" Elena said bemusedly looking between the living idiot and Tseng.

Tseng lifted his head from his hands and stood up, his right eye twitched, once, twice, his hand sliding into his jacket. Reno froze, thinking his boss had officially lost it. The wutaiian Turk sighed heavily and pulled out his gun.

"Reno I will give you three seconds to get out that door or else I will shoot you here and now, got that?" Tseng hissed lowly at the red-head, at one he was out like a flash.

"Sir?" Elena asked nervously as her boss replaced the fire-arm into its holster.

"Elena would you be able to get me some pain killers…"she went to leave, "…and one more thing, could I ask you to grab me a burger and chips from the president's kitchen, preferably the most greasy things you can find, I need some comfort food."

AN: I know its strange but do you see that button, yes on the bottom left, click it, c'mon, you know ya want to, and also if possible, would you be able to email me for any ideas you would like to tell me, thankies.