Please do a McKirk 'I got in my car and you were sleeping in the backseat who the hell are you and how did you get into my car?' AU
I didn’t mean for this to turn out into like an action movie plot, but here we go:
- It’s been a long day and all Leonard wants to do is drive home from his shift in the hospital and drink beers while taking a hot bath. That’s a thing, and it’s wonderful. Who says only wine is appropriate for hot baths? But his anticipation is short lived when, right before his apartment, Leonard becomes aware of groaning in his backseat. “What the– what?!” Leonard says, looking over his shoulder at the stranger in his car. There’s literally a guy in his backseat. “What the fuck!” Leonard curses, slamming the breaks so the guy almost slides off his backseat. Good. “Watch out, Jesus,” the guy says. Leonard parks his car and gets out, yanking the backdoor open and dragging this stranger out of his car. “Ow, ow- ouch! Hey, careful!” “Who are you and what are you doing in my car?” Leonard demands, hands on the man’s leather jacket. “Jim, I’m Jim. Just… let me sleep for a while, please?“
- Jim is hurt. He passes out after that, and so Leonard -against better judgment- carries Jim up up to his apartment and he puts Jim down on his couch. Jim should really go to the hospital, because he’s pale and judging by the bullet hole in his side - he should definitely not be on Leonard’s couch. Leonard rips open Jim’s shirt and grabs his instrument kit, quietly getting to work. He grumbles softly under his breath about how his bath time has been ruined by this stranger in his car.
- When Jim wakes up again, Leonard is sitting on the free chair, quietly sipping his coffee. “Where am I?” “No longer on the backseat of my car, that’s where,” Leonard replies. Jim’s hand moves to his wound, finding it taped off by bandages, and he looks down. “How did you…?” “I’m a doctor,” Leonard explains. “Tell me something, though. I work in a hospital. My car was literally in the parking lot of said hospital. If you were shot, why didn’t you just stumble a few more feet and went inside?” “I was shot in the hospital, I was trying to get out,” Jim explains. “What? No, that doesn’t sound right,” Leonard says. "If you got shot in the hospital, people would’ve heard.“ Jim shakes his head, slowly trying to sit up straight. “It’s a long story,” Jim explains, like he doesn’t really want to explain it any further.
- Jim’s gone a few hours later, despite Leonard advising him not to move. Leonard doesn’t think he’ll ever see Jim again, and he’s fine with that. He just wants his warm baths after long shifts. Maybe read a book, or watch Netflix on his tablet. He doesn’t need anything else. But a few days later, when he slides into his car again, Jim’s back on his backseat. “What the f– damn it, Jim!” "Hey, doc,“ Jim says. He’s sitting up straight this time, legs stretched out over the backseat, laptop on his lap. “What are you doing here?” Leonard asks. “I’m hacking into the hospital’s security system.” “What?” “It’s a long story, and it’s classified. I’m starving, I’ll treat you to tacos, let’s go.” “I’m not going to go get tacos with you.” Leonard says.
- Jim still doesn’t look completely healthy, though. He sits down gingerly in the booth of Ricos Taco Place while he’s holding at least three different tacos, french fries, a salad, and a large coke. Leonard just has a small wrap, and he’s honestly amazed at how much Jim’s eating. “Care to tell me what you’re doing with my hospital?” Leonard asks, and Jim sighs. “I’ve been tracking the hospital’s financing,” Jim explains, “each year several millions disappear to various accounts in the Caribbean and Switzerland. I’m just trying to find out what exactly’s going on.” “So someone’s committing fraud and it got you shot?” “Yeah,” Jim explains, “it was a merc, though. I don’t know who’s behind all of this.”
- Leonard finds Jim in his car at least three more times. It startles him every time, because it’s not like Jim actually announces it. He’s just there, on Leonard’s backseat, making very little noise until Leonard’s almost home. And Leonard yells at Jim for a little while, and Jim lets him, then Jim treats him to tacos or other fast food.
- And then Leonard overhears his department head literally talk about shifting money. He just happens to walk in his office at the wrong time, and he tries to play it off like he’s heard nothing. He smiles, subtly, asking his question, and then he turns around to leave. Quick paced. He’s definitely followed. Using the fire escape, Leonard rushes to his car and slides behind the steering wheel. He reaches out for his phone to call Jim, but then Jim is already sitting in his backseat. “What’s up, doc–” “Jesus, stop doing that!” Leonard says, “it’s my boss. It’s the head of surgery department, Jim.” “What?” “The swindler guy.” "Are you sure?“ Jim asks, and he sits up straight. A few seconds later, a bullet breaks the glass of Leonard’s car, and Jim ducks down. “Jesus. Okay, yes, I guess you’re right. Drive.” He orders, climbing to the passenger seat as Leonard speeds away.
- Come nightfall, Leonard is fairly sure he’ll never sleep again. He’s been shot at, his car is totaled, and his hospital is under federal investigation. Jim looks fine, though. All detective-like with a badge in his hand, talking to his colleagues. Leonard watches for a while after he’s been questioned himself, but then when he’s free to go, he stops a taxi and slides in the back seat. “Hey, doc-” Jim says, apparently right next to Leonard in the back seat. “Wha-for fuck sake, Jim!” Leonard groans, slouching down in his seat and pinching the bridge of his nose. “How are you always in the same car as me?” Leonard asks, and Jim laughs. “I was just wondering if you wanted to get drinks.” “I’m going home.” “We can drink in your home, too,” Jim shrugs, and Leonard turns to look at Jim with a frown. “Are you saying you’re gonna join me in bath, too?” He asks, sarcastically, but Jim looks at him with such interest that Leonard immediately regrets that question. “Yes! Absolutely I will join you.” Jim says, and Leonard laughs. “You’re not joining me.”
- Leonard can feel Jim smile smugly behind his back, but he’s really not caring right now. Jim’s chest is warm in the hot water. His hand is leaning just outside the tub, lazily holding his bottle of beer. “This was a very nice idea,” Jim says, and Leonard shivers when he feels Jim’s hot, wet fingers run through his hair. “I don’t remember saying you could join,” Leonard says. “You’re not complaining now though,” Jim says, and Leonard huffs. “I just need to relax a little,” Leonard says, his hand dipping under the water and resting on Jim’s leg. “I know other things that’ll help you relax a little,” Jim says, lips brushing over the side of Leonard’s head. And when his hand dips down over Leonard’s chest and into the water, sliding between Leonard’s leg, Leonard is definitely not complaining.