Intervention [RP with so_lessfragile Hanna Carmichael]

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Reid was sitting at a table outside the coffee shop waiting for Hanna to show up. They'd pre arranged to meet here. In his head he was trying to decide what the best approach was. Clearly, Hanna was mentally unstable but the only person he'd ever had to intervene in their lives directly because of that had been his mother. He couldn't exactly commit Hanna. She'd have to do that herself. He had time to make those sort of decisions though. Right now he was going to have his coffee and wait for her to show up.

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Once the bags were put on the bed, Hanna rummaged through hers. Where was that bottle of holy water... right. She found it under a bunch of t-shirts. She needed to learn to seperate her things, not just shove as much as she can in one bag and the rest in her trunk.

She was about to say they should leave but realized that she wasn't wearing something suitable for a club. She should change. She grabbed her bag, muttered a be right back and went into the bathroom. She ditched the t-shirt she was wearing for a tight halter and the baggy jeans for tighter black ones. Over the halter she wore her leather jacket. She emerged from the bathroom with a smug grin on her face. "Ready?"

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While Hanna was in the bathroom, Reid stripped off his sweater, leaving the white buttondown underneath it. He put on a shoulder holster and put his gun in it. He put his jacket back over the gun and put his badge in his inside pocket. He wasn't particularly dressed for a club but then again he didn't really have club clothes. He looked up when Hanna came out of the bathroom and swallowed hard.

"U-uhm-y-yeah." Pretty girls made him nervous. At least pretty girls that weren't a case or a job and even then sometimes they made him nervous.

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"By the way," she said as she headed for the door. "Guns are useless with demons. All it will do is make them bleed. They won't collapse, even if you shoot them in the head. It will only hurt the body that they're possessing in the end." With that she opened the door and sauntered outside. The cold wind blew through her hair. It was a nice enough evening to walk.

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"I'll be careful what I shoot then," Reid answered as he caught up with her. "I don't really like using my gun anyway."

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"Good," Hanna said as she walked. "I hope you like using your fists then. The guy I heard from about this case told me what the demons look like. Now, he's the one that investigated this case hardcore, I'm just here to get the demons out of them. He's a bit old, can't get around like he used to, that's why. Anyway, he said it's the blonde bartender with the red streak in her hair and the brunette waitress with the pixie cut, so be on the lookout for them." Hanna was beyond caring that he didn't believe her. She was in hunt mode now.

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Spencer almost laughed at the comment about good with his fists. "No, I'm not the muscle on our team. I'm the...brain."

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"Then I'm the muscle. Fine with me." Once they reached the club, Hanna saw that there was already a line. Damn. It was hardly 8oclock. This town probably doesn't have many attractions for it's youth. But she did notice that the line held people that were hardly 18 and the bouncer, a big, big white guy, stared at them with hardly any interest. Huh. She had an idea though. "Follow my lead and don't say anything. And please take no offense to what I'm about to say, it's only for the sake of getting into the club. I swear. You're actually pretty cute." she said and linked her arm through Reid's and dragged him along.

"Hi, big guy," she said in her smooth, seductive voice. "Listen, I'd really appriciate it if you let us in. I made a bet with a few girlfriends that I could get Spence here in no problem. You'd be doing me a real favor if you stepped aside and let us walk right in."

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The fact that he was blushing and nervously tucking his hair back probably added to the whole illusion she was trying to create. Her telling him that he was pretty cute was responsible for the blush and the nerves. He wasn't really surprised when the bouncer let them through. He'd seen enough pretty girls work guys like the bouncer that he almost expected it. Besides, the bouncer wanted to fill the club with pretty girls, him on her arm wouldn't deter anyone from anything.

"Well it worked," he said as they walked in the club.

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Hanna grinned. "So it did." She looked around the place and spotted the bar off to the left wall and behind it, the blonde with the streak. "Bingo, demon one, three o'clock..." she trailed off, looking for the brunette. Hanna's eyes fell on her quick enough. She was chatting with a bunch of jocks at a table. Making a few deals? Possibly. "Ok, I have a plan," she said walking over to the bar. She squeezed her way through the mass of people and smiled and the big buff bartender man; her favorite kind. "Hiya. Apple Martini please," she said with a small smirk. That was easy enough to pour some holy water in and spill on a poor, possessed waitress.

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Reid was just along for the ride here. He stuck pretty close to Hanna. He was watching the exits closely but he was out of his element here and he wasn't sure what he was supposed to be doing. Mostly he watched Hanna. She was the one he was worried about and she wasn't a hardship to watch.

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Once she had the martini she drew back from the bar and took out the holy water from her purse. Any onlooker would think she was just adding a little extra vodka to the mix. She then made her way over to where the waitress-demon was still talking to the jocks. As she walked by she pretended to trip on her own feet and spilled a little of the drink on her. Naturally, the skin of the waitress started to sizzle. Hanna also muttered "Cristo" just to add to the effect.

The girl spun around, black eyes gleaming. "Hunter," it sneered. Reid better not be missing this, Hanna thought.

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He wasn't missing it exactly. He just couldn't really believe what he was seeing. In his mind, he was trying to rationalize the sizzling skin and the black eyes. He kind of flailed behind her, trying to figure out what the hell he was supposed to be doing. He didn't want to draw his gun out here. It'd just cause panic and if she were right, the gun wouldn't do any good.

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"That's me." Hanna smiled. The jocks were staring at the pair wided eyes. Useless idiots. Well, not entirely useless. By her count, there was only one other demon in the club and a whole lotta innocent bystanders. Maybe the demon wasn't stupid enough to try to hurt any of them but the question was how the hell she was going to excorsize it...

Well, that was out of the question though because the demons mouth went wide, wide open and that pesky black smoke blew out and disappeared. Shit. She whirled around and saw the bartender chick fall to the floor. Double shit. The demons were long gone.

Well, at least she made a believer out of Reid. Hopefully.

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Reid was staring up at the ceiling, mouth agape. He really had no words. It could have been a very fancy illusion but...yeah he had no words. He was just doing the mute staring thing. His brain could be broken. Possibly.

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Hanna waved a hand in front of Reid's face. Shit, she broke him. "Reid? Hellooooo, earth to Reid. Anyone home, genius boy? We should get outta here. People are screaming, running around, all that. The cops will show up soon. I definitely do not wanna be around for that. You listening?"

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"N-no, I'm fine," Reid said, looking down at her, brow furrowed again. At this rate he was going to have permanent grooves on his forehead. "Yeah-no, we s-should get out of here."

Reid could get them out of it by flashing his badge but he didn't want to do that.

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This was getting them nowhere. He was all talky talky but not walky walky. Hanna grabbed him by the arm and pulled him towards the exit that was just left of the bar. Once outside she let go. "We should jog back to the motel. C'mon," she said, leading the way.

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Jogging he could do. Work sort of made sure he stayed in good shape. Right now he was thinking and processing. He could ask questions when they got back to the motel.

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Once they were back inside the motel room, Hanna threw herself down on one of the beds. God, finding demons was exhausting, she thought. "So, Spence, believe me now?"

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Spencer took his gun out and put it back in his back. He slipped the jacket off then unbuckled the holster. He sat down on the opposite bed, elbows on his knees.

"I've got a doctorate in Chemistry, one in Engineering, and multiple BA's. My IQ is 187 and I can't explain what happened out there." He was gnawing on his bottom lip a bit and his hair had fallen in his face. "I should be able to explain that."

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Hanna sighed. Poor guy. He was wracking his brain trying to rationalize what just happened when there wasn't any way to rationalize it. It happened. Hanna didn't know why there were things out there like demons but they were there and she knew how to send them back to hell. That was what mattered. "First? Breathe. I know it's overwhelming. Hell, on my first hunt I almost got myself killed. I'm lucky another hunter saved my ass. It takes some getting used to." And I told you so, she added in her head.

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Reid tried to take her advice and breathe for a minute. Finally he stood up and started to pace a little, all his nervous tics, tells and fidgets that he normally kept hidden coming out. He kept tucking his hair behind his ear and he really sort of wanted to hide in a small space. He'd forced himself to get out of that habit a long time ago. He scratched at his elbows, realizing heroin would be nice right now. It would numb everything and shut his brain off so he could just breathe.

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Reid's sudden freaky behavior was beginning to worry Hanna. She got up off the bed and stepped in his path. She clamped her hands down on both shoulders. "Ok, seriously, breathe. Take a deep breath.. let it out..." She really didn't want him to pass out if he started to hyperventilate.

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Reid looked down at her when she stepped in his path and nodded. He took a deep breath and let it out. "I'm fine," he insisted after a moment of deep breathing. He wasn't really but he was beginning to get his tics under control. He rolled his lips between his teeth and let a breath out through his nose.

He was biting back a ramble about gifteds and excuses for his tics and behaviors. He knew it'd only freak her out more. "I'm alright."

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"Bullshit. Your twitching, fidgiting and you keep tucking your hair behind your ear. You so are not alright." She stopped. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to call him out on his bullshit. "Sit down. It might help if you stop all the pacing."