Piece It Together - Gavin Reed

9

A knock was heard on the Reed's door. Opening it revealed a smiling h/c.

"Good evening, Y/n!" His mother greeted enthusiastically. She was quick to open the door wider so she could enter, giving her a kind smile.

"It's nice to see you again, Mrs Reed. Is Gavin home yet? I promised that I'd help him write his college resume."

"Really? Oh, I'm so glad you're having such a good influence on him." She admitted, smiling. She always struggled to bring Gavin motivation so having Y/n around was always helpful. "I'm afraid he hasn't come home yet but I'm sure he'll be home soon enough. You can sit in his room while you wait? I'll be heading off to work soon anyway."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course! There's a spare key in the glass bowl by the front door and you know where the kitchen is. Don't be afraid to make yourself something to eat if you get hungry." Thanking the woman, she removed her shoes and walked up the stairs. Entering the familiar room, she flopped onto the boy's bed and pulled out her phone, ringing Gavin.

"What's up, Priss?"

"When will you be home? Your mom sent me upstairs to your room since you aren't here yet."

"Ah, shit. I'll be back soon, promise."

"Okay." Her lips turned upward, a fuzzy feeling overtaking her abdomen, "I'll see you later."

"See ya, Priss."

Walking into the building with Gavin in tow, she scanned her ID before entering through the gates into the office. Carrying her bag and herself to her desk, she put her things down before walking into Captain Fowler's office.

"Sir? Gavin said he called this morning."

"He did. Please, take a seat." She sat down in front of him, her heart racing, "I'm going to have to change some details on your emergency form such as where you're currently living and the phone number for that so you'll have to fill a new form in. You can fill that in with Detective Reed after this. As for your new account, I got in touch with the bank and we, unfortunately, cannot take the money out of the account but we can start a new one and have your money go into that one."

"That would be ideal sir."

"Wonderful. I have already set it up for you."

"Really? You're a lifesaver, Captain!"

"I care a lot about my employees. Now, fill out this form," he slid a form her way, "And have it back here as soon as possible. I expect you to get to work straight after."

"Of course, I won't let you down!"

Sometime after his mother left, the door opened and slammed shut. Her attention was taken off of the game of Mario Kart she was in, pausing it, and leaving the bedroom to see who it was.

"Gavin?" She heard footsteps pad to the bottom of the stairs as she covered her mouth, "Shit, Gavin, what happened?!"

The man was covered in injuries, his face covered in cuts, blood and bruises. He had his hand on the bannister, his knuckles bruised and splitting. "You're not one to swear."

She rushed down the stairs, pulling him to the living room where she pushed him onto the couch, "Woah, where's this goin', Priss?"

"Shut up, where is your first aid kit?"

"In the bathroom."

He watched as she ran out of the room, trying to sit up. Hissing in pain, he managed to sit up before she got back. Straddling his lap, she opened the box, "Take your jacket and shirt off."

"You sure this isn't going anywhere?"

"Take them off or I'll make the injuries worse." He chuckled, shrugging his jacket off and letting her pull his shirt off. "Jesus, Gavin, who did this to you?"

"Tommy."

"Of course he did..." She began cleaning up the blood staining his features, "He's always like this. Picks fights like there's no tomorrow."

"You know him?"

"He and I did this for a while. Then he started introducing me as his girlfriend and I cut things off."

"Why?"

"I didn't like him like that and I didn't think he liked me like that. This is gonna hurt so hold on to my hips."

"I don't wanna hurt you, Priss."

"You won't hurt me." He sighed, holding onto her hips while she sprayed some antibacterial spray over his wounds to disinfect them. He squeezed her clothed hips, wincing as she cleaned the wounds.

"You good?"

"Yeah. What was the fight about?"

"He was just comparing me to deadbeat dad and talking shit about my mom." He sighed, closing his eyes as she began putting bandaids on his injuries, "He called you a fucking slut and I snapped. I threw the first punch."

Sighing, she bit the inside of her cheek, "You don't have to defend my honour every time someone calls me a mean name."

"I know but he was just pissin' me off. I wanted to shut his fuckin' mouth for good."

"Well, I appreciate it nonetheless." She said with a small smile, "Did he cut you?"

"Yeah, he had a knife and pinned me to the ground."

"I can tell, This cut on your nose is gonna leave a nasty scar." She said, covering it with a bandaid.

"Seriously? Fuck, my mom will flip if she sees me like this."

"I think she'd flip if she saw us in this position." She tried to lighten the mood, wanting to ease his worries. "Come on, give me your hands." Moving his hands to rest on hers, he admired her features as she concentrated. Sure, he had seen her concentrate before when she helped him with homework, but this was different, "If it makes you feel better, the scar will look pretty badass."

"This new Y/n is strange."

"New Y/n?"

"You never swear?"

"Probably your shitty influence."

"Who knew that the Priss could have such a dirty fuckin' mouth?"

"You knew that the first time you kissed this mouth."

"Nice comeback, Poindexter."

"You know that Poindexter means boringly studious?"

"The fuck does that mean?" She let out a hearty laugh, covering her mouth as she did. He loved seeing her laugh like this. Her eyes shut tight as she felt his words tickle her funny bone. Once she finished wrapping up his hands, she gave his knuckles soft kisses. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer with a smug grin before he kissed her, ignoring the pain in his busted-up lip.

Y/n was the one to pull away first, "I don't want to reopen any wounds, moron." He groaned, pulling her closer to him, "Gavin! You'll hurt yourself, idiot!" She released herself from his grip and went to leave the room, Gavin raising an eyebrow.

"Where are you going?"

"To get my laptop. Don't think that a few injuries will get you out of writing that college resume, smartass."

"Can I call you Poindexter now?"