Post by Marion on Jan 23, 2006 4:27:28 GMT
Marion pulled into her custom space, seeing Andrew's bike chained in the entrance. I never understand why he doesn't just bring it into the office... She locked her car and wearily walked into the building, heading straight for the office, even though she knew she needed to go to bed.
Andrew was seated at a table, looking over the files he'd been finishing up from the last case. Things were settled, but he needed to get the files in order for permanent filing in the archives. He looked up when Marion came in, giving her a smile before returning his gaze to the folders he was organizing.
"Do we have enough room to file those? I was talking to the landlord about renting out one of the other rooms downstairs for our files - we might need it eventually." She dropped her coat over her chair and handed him the file folder she'd had with her at the trial. "That should complete that stack."
He glanced through the files again, grimacing at the sheer amount there happened to be. "We should have enough for these, but after this, we might need to go ahead and get more space . . ." He took the offered file folder, glancing over the subject matter before putting it in its proper place. "How'd the meeting go, by the way?"
"There would've been more if you hadn't come through with that tape. I owe you takeout for that." She sat in her chair, removing her heels in a rare moment of relaxation. She rubbed her temples for a moment, then said, "The meeting went fine. Cole was actually there so he, Heidi and I went to his study discussed Mara. Looks like they'll be going to see her soon - at her gallery. I think Heidi is looking forward to the idea."
He smiled lightly, looking up from the files for a minute before setting them aside. "I may have to take you up on that . . . I hope they can get through and get her the help she needs." At the mention of Heidi he tried not to look to eager to hear more . . . and failed miserably.
Marion hid a smile. "I think she's more anxious to see the gallery - get out and get some culture. We had coffee while I was there - I think I interupted her current project." She stood up and looked with surprise at the shelves behind her desk. "When did I organize those?"
Andrew smiled a little brighter, nodding maybe just a LITTLE too enthusiastically. He really didn't mean to; it just happened. At the comment about the shelves he looked at them, trying to hide a grin. "You didn't."
"I didn't? No, of course I didn't. " She looked at them again, then looked at him. "Will you STOP that?"
He actually did grin then, a soft chuckle escaping him. "Sorry . . . You know how I get about that stuff, though. It's a reflex, I swear!"
Marion scowled good naturedly. She tossed another folder to him. "We need to get that one framed and put up in the office - it was our thank you from Mara. It's worth nearly $1000 - she's in demand." Wandering over to the pile of files, she yanked a book out from under one section, nearly toppling the stack. "I need to drop this one off to Heidi later. Unless you'd like to..?" She let the question hang in the air as she dropped one of his completed stacks into a large file box.
He took the folder she'd tossed down, looking at the print inside. "Wow . . . " He set it aside immediately, mentally making a note to get it framed tomorrow morning. When the stack nearly toppled he was up out of his seat in a second, trying to steady them. One thing he didn't need was files everywhere . . . Unfortunately, that's exactly what he almost had at the sudden mention of Heidi again, having been startled slightly. "I can do it for you."
Marion calmly put a second stack of files into the box, filling it and putting a lid on it. "Hand me that marker?" As she scribbled case details on the box, she casually mentioned, "Thank you - you can take it to her, maybe offer to take her over to the gallery before the group goes to get Mara - just see how she's doing, you know?" Marion grinned openly at her assistant. "Mara, I mean?"
Andrew handed over the marker as requested, moving to double-check the next set of files to make sure they were ready. He smiled a little to himself at the idea of getting to talk to Heidi again. At the idea of asking her to the gallery he couldn't help but develop a small, rather goofy grin, his gaze on the files in his hands. "Maybe . . ."
"Oh dear. You're really heading for a nice little infatuation there, Andy." Marion shook her head. "You do realize she's 300 years older than you."
Had he been drinking anything, he probably would have choked then. "E-Excuse me?"
"You heard me." She grabbed a telephone book and perused the many folded down pages. "I was supposed to have dinner with the prosecutor tonight, but I think I'll do takeout and watch the rest of the movies I rented. Would you like to join me after we get all this sorted?"
He was still attempting to process the idea that she could possibly be that old. There's no way . . . That's gotta be some kind of mistake, or something . . . Finally he shook off his shock, registering what she'd asked. "Sure. That sounds good."
Marion grabbed a familiar green folder and gave a groan. "You organized my *takeout* menus?! That's it, you're not busy enough."
He gave her a sheepish smile and a shrug. "Hey, I told you - reflex."
Marion regarded him quietly. "We're going to need to have a talk soon. You need to know some things about how things work." She twirled a lock of hair around her finger. "By the by, I included a fee for you in my bill to the patron. You'll be getting $5,000 total - some from me, and some from him. Consider it a commission."
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Andrew was seated at a table, looking over the files he'd been finishing up from the last case. Things were settled, but he needed to get the files in order for permanent filing in the archives. He looked up when Marion came in, giving her a smile before returning his gaze to the folders he was organizing.
"Do we have enough room to file those? I was talking to the landlord about renting out one of the other rooms downstairs for our files - we might need it eventually." She dropped her coat over her chair and handed him the file folder she'd had with her at the trial. "That should complete that stack."
He glanced through the files again, grimacing at the sheer amount there happened to be. "We should have enough for these, but after this, we might need to go ahead and get more space . . ." He took the offered file folder, glancing over the subject matter before putting it in its proper place. "How'd the meeting go, by the way?"
"There would've been more if you hadn't come through with that tape. I owe you takeout for that." She sat in her chair, removing her heels in a rare moment of relaxation. She rubbed her temples for a moment, then said, "The meeting went fine. Cole was actually there so he, Heidi and I went to his study discussed Mara. Looks like they'll be going to see her soon - at her gallery. I think Heidi is looking forward to the idea."
He smiled lightly, looking up from the files for a minute before setting them aside. "I may have to take you up on that . . . I hope they can get through and get her the help she needs." At the mention of Heidi he tried not to look to eager to hear more . . . and failed miserably.
Marion hid a smile. "I think she's more anxious to see the gallery - get out and get some culture. We had coffee while I was there - I think I interupted her current project." She stood up and looked with surprise at the shelves behind her desk. "When did I organize those?"
Andrew smiled a little brighter, nodding maybe just a LITTLE too enthusiastically. He really didn't mean to; it just happened. At the comment about the shelves he looked at them, trying to hide a grin. "You didn't."
"I didn't? No, of course I didn't. " She looked at them again, then looked at him. "Will you STOP that?"
He actually did grin then, a soft chuckle escaping him. "Sorry . . . You know how I get about that stuff, though. It's a reflex, I swear!"
Marion scowled good naturedly. She tossed another folder to him. "We need to get that one framed and put up in the office - it was our thank you from Mara. It's worth nearly $1000 - she's in demand." Wandering over to the pile of files, she yanked a book out from under one section, nearly toppling the stack. "I need to drop this one off to Heidi later. Unless you'd like to..?" She let the question hang in the air as she dropped one of his completed stacks into a large file box.
He took the folder she'd tossed down, looking at the print inside. "Wow . . . " He set it aside immediately, mentally making a note to get it framed tomorrow morning. When the stack nearly toppled he was up out of his seat in a second, trying to steady them. One thing he didn't need was files everywhere . . . Unfortunately, that's exactly what he almost had at the sudden mention of Heidi again, having been startled slightly. "I can do it for you."
Marion calmly put a second stack of files into the box, filling it and putting a lid on it. "Hand me that marker?" As she scribbled case details on the box, she casually mentioned, "Thank you - you can take it to her, maybe offer to take her over to the gallery before the group goes to get Mara - just see how she's doing, you know?" Marion grinned openly at her assistant. "Mara, I mean?"
Andrew handed over the marker as requested, moving to double-check the next set of files to make sure they were ready. He smiled a little to himself at the idea of getting to talk to Heidi again. At the idea of asking her to the gallery he couldn't help but develop a small, rather goofy grin, his gaze on the files in his hands. "Maybe . . ."
"Oh dear. You're really heading for a nice little infatuation there, Andy." Marion shook her head. "You do realize she's 300 years older than you."
Had he been drinking anything, he probably would have choked then. "E-Excuse me?"
"You heard me." She grabbed a telephone book and perused the many folded down pages. "I was supposed to have dinner with the prosecutor tonight, but I think I'll do takeout and watch the rest of the movies I rented. Would you like to join me after we get all this sorted?"
He was still attempting to process the idea that she could possibly be that old. There's no way . . . That's gotta be some kind of mistake, or something . . . Finally he shook off his shock, registering what she'd asked. "Sure. That sounds good."
Marion grabbed a familiar green folder and gave a groan. "You organized my *takeout* menus?! That's it, you're not busy enough."
He gave her a sheepish smile and a shrug. "Hey, I told you - reflex."
Marion regarded him quietly. "We're going to need to have a talk soon. You need to know some things about how things work." She twirled a lock of hair around her finger. "By the by, I included a fee for you in my bill to the patron. You'll be getting $5,000 total - some from me, and some from him. Consider it a commission."
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