"Daddy you're not supposed to leave that on the table like that." Will scolded, pointing to Carl's gun as he walked into Carl and Rylee's bedroom, rubbing his eyes. "I could pick it up or something."
"I know. Sorry, buddy." Carl whispered, tightening his belt before placing the gun in the back of his pants. "What are you doing up?"
"I want to go into the station today." Will said in a raspy whisper, in an effort to not wake rylee, seeing as it was only 5AM. "I want to go to David's office so we can... so we can applies the subject."
"Analyze the suspect." Carl chuckled, lifting Will up to sit on the cabinet top. "That's what you want to do. But you can't today, buddy, cause we're not going to be at the station much today."
"Are you going on the jet?" Will gasped quietly.
"We are." Carl nodded.
"Even david?"
"Even david."
"And Hailey too?"
"Yep." Carl nodded, picking will up and quietly leaving the room. "We're all going."
"Who's the bad guy?" Will asked.
He always wanted to know, because in his eyes it was like a super hero movie, and his dad was hunting down super villains. Carl, on the other hand, wanted him to know nothing about it. He would bring him to the station sometimes, but only if it's slow, and he never told Will about the 'bad guys', not that Will would even want to know the truth.
"It's a secret." Carl whispered for effect.
"Oh, okay daddy, I won't tell anyone." Will whispered in response as Carl set him on the kitchen counter.
"Do you want some cereal?"
"Uh huh, lucky charms." Will nodded.
"Gross." Carl mumbled, but poured him a bowl anyway.
"You're gross." Will muttered.
Carl gave him a faux-angry look, then reached out to squeeze his sides, sending him into a fit of giggles.
"O-Okay, Okay stop!" Will giggled, "You're not gross, I take it back!"
"Oh, okay then." Carl chuckled lightly, then poured himself a cup of coffee, and leaned against the counter across from him.
"Is it a dangerous job today, daddy?" Will asked with his mouth full of cereal.
"No." Carl lied without hesitation.
"Good." Will breathed. "I don't like those."
"I know, bud." Carl sighed, "Finish up your cereal."
Will did as he was told, then tipped the bowl back to drink all the milk. He set down the bowl, taking a sharp inhale and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"All done." He looked up at Carl with a smile.
"Alright, come here." Carl mumbled, slowly walking out of the kitchen and into the living room.
"I'll put on some cartoons for you, okay?" Carl said as Will pulled himself onto the couch and settled into the cushions. "And you can wait for mom to wake up and get you ready."
"Okay." Will yawned, "Be careful in the jet."
"I will." Carl chuckled, "Have a good day, buddy. I'll see you tomorrow night."
Carl leaned down to lightly kiss will's head, then turned around and grabbed his keys from the table on his way to the front door.
"Goodbye, Agent Gallagher." Will called out when Carl opened the door.
