Here is a bit of a sequel to the previous one-shot entitled "Worrying Teammates."
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Prompt: "I thought you were supposed to call me."
"Why?"
It had been a long day for Jacoba. She'd had a follow-up with the team's trusted (and discrete) doctor earlier so that he could check on the wound that she'd obtained at the end of her last mission. Luckily, after that first time that she'd called the lot of them a bunch of creepers, the rest of the Expendables had (for the most part) left her alone to heal. That the doctor had given her a clean bill of health (after she'd waited for almost three hours just to get back into a room to start) definitely showed that they did so. Now, she just had to wait for the next mission.
With all that now out of the way. Jacoba had decided to check on if Tool was actually keeping up with his paperwork. Ever since she had yelled at him for leaving it all for her just before her first mission with the team, the tattoo artist had gotten (slightly) better at actually doing the paperwork, but not by much. So, it didn't fully surprise her to see the stack that was sitting on her desk. Though, it was slightly smaller than expected.
That had been about an hour ago. Jacoba had buckled down and been working on the paperwork that whole time, not even taking any breaks for food or water. That was a decision that she was starting to regret right now, as she could feel a migraine beginning to form. But she felt as though she needed to keep working, so she just ignored it and kept going.
It was then that she heard the sound of rushing feet coming towards her. Looking up with a furrowed brow, Jacoba watched as Tool burst into the room, frantically looking around before seeing her sitting at the desk. He ran up to her. "I though you were supposed to call me!"
Jacoba's brow furrowed even more as she looked at him. "Why?"
The tattoo artist stared at her for a beat like she was losing her mind before he shook his head. "I was supposed to pick you up from your appointment hours ago. But you never called me!"
Jacoba sighed as she leaned back in her chair, running her hands through her hair. "Tool, I'm not a fragile little petal that needs any looking after. The lot of you have not let me alone ever since I got hurt. So, I told the doc to pass along my diagnosis to Barn and I walked back here."
Before either of them could say anything else, a brown paper bag dropped down on the desk in front of her. Raising an eyebrow at it, Jacoba looked up to see a smiling Gunnar standing over her. He nodded at the bag. "Figured you hadn't eaten anything yet. Hey, Tool, mind having a look at one of my tats? I think I want to do a cover-up over it."
As the Viking led the still muttering tattoo artist over to his chair, Jacoba shook her head and peeked into the bag. Her eyes widened slightly and she smirked as she saw her favorite chicken sandwich and mac and cheese in there. Trust Gunnar to look out for her. And he got Tool out of her hair for a while as well. Looked like she owed him one now.