chemical reaction | dr andre lee x reader

33 - checkup

y/n was avoiding andre, to put it simply. and she had been for the past 3 long, tedious days.. not that he was counting.

and it wasn't that she was busy- though she was busy, andre knew, but that wasn't the reason. she'd always made time to talk with the group, to drop in every once in a while, even to just sit and read her book in the conference room when things were a little more relaxed. now though, it seemed she had even disappeared on lunch breaks, not a sight of her anywhere in the office from anyone. not even ronnie.. not that he'd tell andre either.

she was good at icing people out, he'd give her that. too good, he thought, as he leaned much too far back in his chair, his eyelids struggling to stay open. he'd been stoned, or as he so eloquently put it, 'zoinked', out of his mind for 2 of those 3 days. more zoinked than the usual daily dosage, much more in fact- and it seemed to be worrying a good portion of the task force enough to share worried glances across the disordered table of the conference room. he'd noticed that too, though rather chose to ignore it.

"this is painful to watch.." gigi muttered beneath her breath as she leaned backwards in her chair, arms crossed loosely over her stomach. brett's elbows perched against the table. "has he..- has this ever happened before, where he's like... this?"

"not that i know of."

"oh my god," myc's monotonous voice chimed in, though his volume had been considerably lowered. "it's andre for fuckssakes, he's a druggie, he'll be fine. just chill out and let this breeze over."

"have you ever seen him act like this over a girl- singular?!" gigi leaned towards the mushroom with a hiss, sharp glare cutting through him like a hot laser.

the fungus paused. "...no- but! but, it will pass. it's a crush, gigi."

"a crush that'll break this entire group if it flops- lemme call reagan, maybe she'll be able to help him out of this or something... and if not, maybe she'll have some kinda stupid invention that will." the woman tapped her phone screen swiftly, and raised it to her ear. her eyes glanced worriedly towards the 'zoinked' man across the table, sunglasses pulled over his eyes as a thin stream of drool leaked from his mouth; dead asleep, most likely. "pick up.."
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reagan sat, biological hands scrolling boredly through her phone, robot hands readily grasped around a ticking stopwatch as one foot dangled off the side of the boat, gently skimming the water beneath. good lord, how long had that woman been under-

the water rippled, gurgled, and eventually exploded in a short mass of bubbles as another woman's head surfaced from the depths, hands grasping tight to the rope that stretched from the boat deep into the inky depths of the ocean. the safety diver to her left waited with outstretched hands, ready to rush to her aid would she pass out... again.

but she stayed put, clasping tight to the rope as she took many a deep cleansing breath into her lungs, and out, in and out until her breathing had finally returned to normal. her eyes scanned the area before landing on reagan, bright with hope. "what did...- how'd it go..?"

reagan's robot hand automatically outstretched towards her, final time displayed upon the digitised screen. reagan's face broke out in a bright grin. "four-oh-seven! new fuckin' record, bitch!"

y/n allowed herself to lower from the rope to the water, content smile resting on her lips as she made her way to the other woman. "i am a fucking god." her hand wrapped tight around the metal handle of the ladder and pulled her body from the green-blue water with a pained grunt. y/n winced as she sat squirming beside reagan, hand moving to massage just below her knee.

reagan's eyes narrowed. "what's wrong?"

"nothin', just a cramp."

"cramp right where your mechanical leg attaches, eh?"