Wash's head snapped upright, eyes wide. He may have missed where Fluffy had gone, but there was no mistaking that voice. Fuck. Fuck. He was not ready for this. He pushed himself to his feet, glancing towards the exit. In the short span of time it had taken him to realize what was going on, Melody had taken up her post again, sitting smack in the middle of the doorway and looking up at him. "Get up, Melody," he told her, picking up his helmet. "We're leaving."
Melody simply continued to stare, giving a single, contrary meow.
"C'mon, we're-" It took about that long for it to hit him. "You're in on this, aren't you," he accused her.
Melody gave another meow, this one much more self-satisfied than the last, and set about grooming a paw. She wasn't moving, he wouldn't shove her out of the way, and this was the only exit, because multiple stories straight down was not an exit.
After a few more seconds of frenzied consideration, Wash gave up, heaving a sigh and pulling his helmet on. He could do with that extra layer of protection for the conversation to come, he figured. Maybe he could even figure out something not massively stupid to say before she got there. Given that Fang had just landed on the ledge, squeaking in a very self-satisfied manner, he figured Ziva wouldn't be too long in coming.
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Wash's head snapped upright, eyes wide. He may have missed where Fluffy had gone, but there was no mistaking that voice. Fuck. Fuck. He was not ready for this. He pushed himself to his feet, glancing towards the exit. In the short span of time it had taken him to realize what was going on, Melody had taken up her post again, sitting smack in the middle of the doorway and looking up at him. "Get up, Melody," he told her, picking up his helmet. "We're leaving."
Melody simply continued to stare, giving a single, contrary meow.
"C'mon, we're-" It took about that long for it to hit him. "You're in on this, aren't you," he accused her.
Melody gave another meow, this one much more self-satisfied than the last, and set about grooming a paw. She wasn't moving, he wouldn't shove her out of the way, and this was the only exit, because multiple stories straight down was not an exit.
After a few more seconds of frenzied consideration, Wash gave up, heaving a sigh and pulling his helmet on. He could do with that extra layer of protection for the conversation to come, he figured. Maybe he could even figure out something not massively stupid to say before she got there. Given that Fang had just landed on the ledge, squeaking in a very self-satisfied manner, he figured Ziva wouldn't be too long in coming.