(7) (part one)

                                    

                                          
A/n: this involves the rk family au, my other oneshots will probably use this au so I'm sorry if you aren't familiar with AU, but ch3rry0wl wrote a oneshot book with this au so go showtime some love.thx.
    Fuck this shit. I can't believe Fowler is making me work on fucking THANKSGIVING. Lieutenant shit stain and his android buddy got work off. Heck, MY android buddy got work off. He couldn't even give me one day off for the holiday. "Ughhhhhh." I slam my head down on the keyboard, ruining the report I was writing. "UGHHHHHHH." 
    I feel a hand on my back and turn around. "Hello detective Reed." Conan says. 
    "What are you doing here, dont you have today off?" 
    "Yes, but I would like to ask you something." Conan says. 
    "What." I say exasperated, to tired to respond with an insult.
    "I would like you to attend my family's Thanksgiving feast with me, if that is not to much to ask." He responds.
    "Well apparently it is." I sigh. He looks at me, confused, so I elaborate, bitterly. "Captain Fowler has decided that I will be working for Thanksgiving."
    Conan removes this hand from my back and stands straight. I look up and see a determined look in his eyes.   "I will go speak to him." He then proceeds to pivot and walked fleet footed into Fowler's office. 
    I watch as he talks to the captain, and see an annoyed look on Fowler's face as he says something. Conan has a look of frustration before it turns back to its implacable state. A few more words were exchanged before Conan walks out with a sated smirk on his face as he nears my desk.
    "Captain Fowler agreed to let you have several days off for the holiday," I sit up higher in my seat, hopeful. "as long as we find someone else to take your place." I sink back lower in my seat. Who'll wanna work on a holiday after already being able to take time off.
     "Come on," He pulls me up. "it's not gonna happen if you don't work for it." I nod and stand, looking around the office to see who was here. Six chances. I have six chances to make this work. We walk to each person, not getting any luck till we reach Tina.
    "Hey Tina, you're getting time off this week right?" She nods. "Well, uh do you think that you could work instead?" She thinks for a minute, and I drop my shoulders, losing hope. 
    "Sure," I snap my head up. "I don't see why not. It'd not like I'll be doing anything anyway." I give a small grin, and thank her. We head to Fowler's office and rearrange our work schedules.
    "You sure about this Tina?" He asks.
    "Yes, I am." Fowler nods and finishes typing. 
    "Alright Gavin, you've got four days off." I nod and we both walk out.
    "Thanks again, Tina."
    "Not a problem, now go finish up so you can leave." She chuckles.
I go sit down at my desk and finish my report while Conan watches. 
As soon as I hit the logout button Conan grabs my chair and run through the precinct with me on it.           
    "Oh what the hell!" I laugh as I hear captain Fowler yell at us. I whoop when we reach the door and he wheels me out. He grabs my hand, kicks the chair over, and proceeds to run with me to the car. We slam our doors shut and he speeds of to our apartment. 
    I finally calm down from laughing and look over at him and smile. He looks back and does the same. We pull into our driveway and walk inside, then proceed to get ready for tomorrow.