Okay, lately I've been a little lazy... But I've posted a few chaps on other stories... And I've written a lot of original stuff, which I probably won't be sharing with the world any time soon...

Okay, quick chapter. Hope you enjoy!

"Okay… Either you start being a good patient and listen to Gideon, or I will cause you pain…" Sara threatened the taller man. Her eyes were glued to his.

The man grunted and tried to get away from her lethal glare.

"Isn't that the exact opposite of what you really want for me?"

Sara shook her head, "No, I want you to heal… I can cause pain without damage…"

She delivered a wicked smile. Mick tried to step around her, she blocked his path.

"I am healing…"

"No, you're doing exactly what Len did a while… You're doing too much, you're not getting enough rest, you shouldn't be working out and you sure as hell shouldn't be lifting weights!"

Mick rolled his eyes and tried to step past her once again.

"Mick, I'm serious!" she growled. "You're an important part of this team, and we need you back as soon as possible!"

"I'm working on it!"

"No! What you're doing is only leading to one thing…" a voice drawled from behind him.

When Mick turned he saw Len limping towards them. Len walked close to the wall on his right, in case he stepped wrong or lost his balance…

"Oh yeah?"

"Remember Reno? It's leading up to Reno…" a shot of pain flashed across Len's eyes as he stopped next to them. He rested on his left leg, with almost no weight on his right.

"I ain't you…"

"No, but you're just as stupid as I am…" Len rolled his eyes dramatically.

"What happened in Reno?" Sara shot in, her curiosity got the better of her.

"Mr. Smart guy over there had broken his leg a few weeks earlier. He was fresh out of the cast…" Mick raised his eyebrows.

"What had happened?"

"Motorcycle accident… Don't worry 'bout it…"

"Anyways… We had planned a job at one of the casinos…"

"And I thought I was up to it… I thought I could do it, thought I had healed enough…"

"Bastard steps wrong in the stair down to the main room of the casino, and manages to…" Mick tells before Len cuts him off.

"re-break my leg…" Len draws a deep breath, "Mick… Please take your time to heal, and for St. Nicholas sake, wear the damn sling!"

"Did you just…?" Sara looked at the man she loved with questioning eyes.

"Refer to the saint of thieves? Yeah, I did…"

"You should be using your crutches…" Mick countered.

"No, I need to build my leg up again, and I've been cleared for walking…"he paused and looked in the direction of Mick's shoulder. "You on the other hand… You should keep that arm in a sling. I bet even a three year old could pull it out of the socket for you…"

"Nah… It's fine…"

"Mick…" the glare Len shot him was, if possible, even scarier than the one Sara had set in him earlier.

"You sure this is headed for Reno?" Mick asked as his good hand traveled up to rub over his extremely short hair.

"No doubt…"

Mick swallowed hard and bit his lip. He tried lifting his injured arm, only to make himself grab it with his good hand as a flare of pain shot through the limb.

The two others did take notice, and Mick frowned as he realized his mistake.

"Okay, but only until G clears me, not a minute more…"

"That's all we ask…" Len drawled from where he leaned on the wall. At every opportunity, he made the effort to rest his leg. He gained on it in the long run…

"Dinner will be served in five minutes!" Gideon's voice came over the speakers and caused them to end the conversation.

"Thanks Giddy!" Sara smiled as she headed off towards the dining hall. Mick was right at her heels, and Len followed closely enough. He didn't even care about how obvious his limping was any more… The whole team knew how messed up his leg had been anyway, why bother hiding it?

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