John glanced at me as we pulled up to the plane crash. I shook my head as I moved to get out of the car, sharp pain rolling through me. I swallowed thickly, willing the nausea to go away as we grabbed our bags and followed our superiors towards the main base camp.
“you sure you’re alright?” John asked, bumping my shoulder as I struggled to stay upright.
“Just fucking peachy.” I muttered. “If the pain would go away. Then maybe I won’t feel like the next thing I eat will come right back up.” John grimaced before falling back into line. “Remind me to take more painkillers before we get into another van. These roads are shit.” He nodded as we headed into the little shack where the us marshals had gathered. We stood off to the side while everyone else talked.
“might as well take them now.” John said, passing me the bottle. “Give them time to kick in.” I nodded and pulled the water bottle out of my bag to take them. “Keep em. I’ll get another bottle somewhere down the line. You’re gonna need them more than me. Especially this next week or so.”
“that might be the nicest thing you’ve said to me today Royce.” I teased. John smirked at me with a roll of his eyes.
“don’t get used to it.” He shot back. I patted his arm.
“wouldn’t dream of it John.” I winked at him, watching his cheeks turn pink before heading over to meet the head agent of the case.
“I don't remember anything about U.S. Marshals except that we were running around and pretending like we could ever hold a candle to The Fugitive. I just remember like, "Strap on your bulletproof vest, you're in the bayou!" What the fuck, what? Where's the story? ...[x]
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You've had a traumatic year, you've been practically suicidal—what do you think would be really healing for you? How about like twelve weeks of running around as Johnny Handgun?” [x]
Robert Downey Jr. as Special Agent John Royce, Tommy Lee Jones as Chief Deputy U.S. Marshal Samuel Gerard in U.S. Marshals (1998)