Brent just sat there and looked at her. Reid stifled a sigh. They were pulling his leg, right? This was a joke of some kind. When she continued to stand there, without so much as a smirk, he frowned over at his partner. Reid shook his head in disbelief.
“It can’t be paper or clothing,” Jac said quietly.
Brent reached into his shirt, pulling out his chain and pendant. Lifting it over his head, he handed it to the crazy woman standing there, patiently holding her hand out at him.
Reid gave her a ‘you’ve got to be kidding’ look when she stepped in front of him. When she continued to stand there, looking at him impatiently, he leaned back and pulled his keys out of his pocket. Working the pendant off the ring, he handed it to her and leaned back again. He knew his blood pressure was going to spike shortly if they didn’t stop screwing around, then he was going to start yelling.
Sandy sat down behind Jac. “Ready?”
“Yeah.” Jac held up her hand, palm up. When the doctor lowered Brent’s chain into it, Jac closed her hand around it and she took a few deep breaths as if she was trying to find some focus.
Reid knew Brent was waiting for them to say “Gotcha!” too. When he heard Jac laugh softly, he figured it was now.
Jac shook her head. “Really, Sandy--next time please specify something they weren’t wearing during sex.” She grinned. “Cute blonde, though Brent; love the lady bug tattoo.”