Reed sat alone in his room, glasses discarded on a bedside table and his clothes in varying states of dishevelment. A slender hand of fingers raked through the mess that was his hair as he looked down at the computer screen. His other hand held some bottled fire that he decided to gulp down to only keep him warm. He shivered, the alcohol burning as it went down his throat, before he tapped gently at the screen, the keys making the only noise in the room besides the faint whirr of his computers fan and the breaths that Reed took.
He knew he was going to be called in by the police at some point. He could feel that his decisions the nights previous and the words he spoke were not about to put him in the best light. He sighed gently, but then again….Nash knew about his past and about what Reed could do. Hell, Nash was probably thinking of asking him to help again…have a guy outside of the red tape. Reed gave another short sigh and resigned himself to handing himself in. He did kidnap, assault and evade police. He hadn’t even gotten any good information out of the little lesbian bitch that probably decreased his likelihood of becoming a father by half that night with the trauma she caused. He changed his clothes, straightened and cleaned his hair and placed his glasses back on the bridge of his nose before walking down to the precinct he knew Nash would be at.
The precinct was bustling as always. Noise that wasn’t essential being made by all manner of people. He sighed once more before entering the building. He walked up to the first officer he saw and gave a short smile “I need to speak to Nash…tell him it’s Reed Norman…” he said gently before turning and walking to a spare chair. He sat down and waited as he watched the officer scurry off. Seemed the officer knew not to make Nash wait for messages…lest his bear of a partner get angry.