In Eric's office, Paris paused the computer game he was playing and slowly walked to the window and peaked out through the blinds. The station was packed with cops, but most were moving towards the exit, the BAU must've been finished with giving their profile. He kind of wished Eric had let him listen to the profile, not only would it have been interesting, but if the FBI seriously thought that the killer was somebody that he and Grant knew, then hearing the profile Paris might be able to tell them who they were really looking for. He watched as Eric looked over at him and gestured with his eyes alone for Paris to go back to his game.
When Paris rolled his eyes, Eric walked into his office a serious look on his face, at first Paris expected another lecture, but Eric just seemed too tired and stressed to make note of Paris's behavior.
"Paris, I've got to take a ride to Spring Mountains, stay here and play your game ok?" Paris nodded, trying not to roll his eyes. He un-paused his game and concentrated on where his peasants were, partially ignoring Eric. "Paris…" He looked up at Eric, "I'm sorry I didn't let you listen in, I just don't think it was something you needed to hear, you know way to much about this case as it is…it's not…"
"Not what? Healthy?" Paris answered, clicking the mouse so his group of knights attacked his enemy's castle. Eric looked ready to reply, but decided against getting into an argument with Paris.
"Hey, you're the one that felt the need to attack your classmate, if you hadn't you could be at school right now." He paused "if you need me, call my cell, no guarantee with cell service being what it is out there, leave me a message." Paris didn't answer, he went back to his computer game and didn't even notice that Eric had left.
Paris allowed himself to get lost in his game of conquer and destroy, and didn't take his eyes off the screen until he decided he was extremely thirsty, pausing the game again, he wandered through the bullpen, towards the water cooler in the hall. He was just filling up his cup when he heard the main door to the stationhouse open and looked up.
"Well, howdy Xander," the newcomer called
"Hi," Paris replied, recognizing the man that entered and allowing a grin to spread across his face.
"How are you?"
"Ok," Paris paused "I guess you heard 'bout the fight,"
"Rumors did wander over to my desk…" there was a pause "do you want to talk about it?"
Paris nodded
"Only if you aren't busy."
"I keep telling you guys, I'm never to busy to talk, can I spring you from here long enough to grab a soda?"
Sorry this was such a short chapter, for flow reasons it had to be.