Chris
Human
LAPD Sergeant: Narcotics
And I won't let you drown when the water's pulling you in; I'll keep fighting, I'll keep fighting.
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Post by Chris on Jun 25, 2006 16:30:34 GMT
Another sheepish smile was the only response she would gather, as Chris scratched his free hand through his hair, resting his head on a lightly balled fist afterwards as he went through the paperwork. It was a good thing he always brought his wallet to work with him, if lunch would be his treat. There was a fair share of places that gave them meals ‘on the house’ though, if they were recognised as cops… not that he took advantage of that, at all.
Working in silence that equalled his partner’s, he listened to the sounds of the office around him, as more and more people started occupying it. Their desks were passed frequently by other members of the Narcotics Division, but no one interrupted them. Every now and again, Chris glanced at his watch, or the small corner clock on his computer’s screen, reminding himself it probably wasn’t a good idea to keep checking how little time he had to finish his paperwork.
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Sarah
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If it takes my whole life, I won't break, I won't bend
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Post by Sarah on Jun 25, 2006 16:40:33 GMT
"And it's that magical time," Sarah yawned, stretching and finishing the last of her now-cold coffee. "Ugh. Best get in there before the chief rips us a new one for being late."
She passed the files back. "At least we got most of it done."
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Chris
Human
LAPD Sergeant: Narcotics
And I won't let you drown when the water's pulling you in; I'll keep fighting, I'll keep fighting.
Posts: 407
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Post by Chris on Jun 25, 2006 17:03:45 GMT
With a moan, he took the files back, sighing. He set the finished ones in his ‘Out’ tray, comparing the two piles. “Well we made a dent, anyway. Better than nothing.” With a shrug, he rose from his chair, going to tip his leftover coffee down the sink. Returning to the desk only long enough to slip his badge over his head to hang around his neck, he glanced at Sarah.
“Shall we?” And with that, he led the way to their destination.
Continued in: Upstairs Briefing Room with Sarah.
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Sarah
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If it takes my whole life, I won't break, I won't bend
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Post by Sarah on Jun 25, 2006 18:19:54 GMT
(Continued from Upstairs Briefing Room with Chris)
"Well, look at this," Sarah said, only a touch sourly. "We'll be spending most of the day at our desks, if something urgent doesn't come up. How bad is it that working at my desk makes for a pleasant change of pace? I just wanna do something different when I'm not here."
She paused, then added, with a grin, "Besides, for your information, I happen to be quite fond of roller coasters. And also of Goofy -- hmm, now that I think about it, I do seem to have an attachment to tall, goofy guys." Her eyes danced.
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Chris
Human
LAPD Sergeant: Narcotics
And I won't let you drown when the water's pulling you in; I'll keep fighting, I'll keep fighting.
Posts: 407
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Post by Chris on Jun 25, 2006 18:28:24 GMT
He turned on her with an obvious ‘oh very funny’ expression, and went to get himself another coffee, not taking her mug with him as some feeble kind of punishment for the comparison. He didn’t reclaim his chair right away though, stifling a yawn — apparently he wasn’t as awake as he felt, after the briefing — and holding his mug in his hand. Shrugging, he said, “We don’t have to stay inside all day. Then again, it does make a nice change of pace, I guess… unless I drop down dead from boredom.” For emphasis, he sat down in his chair, careful not to spill his coffee.
Setting the mug in front of him, he picked up his pen, amusing himself for a few moments by spinning it in his hand, as if it was the most interesting option he had.
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Sarah
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If it takes my whole life, I won't break, I won't bend
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Post by Sarah on Jun 25, 2006 18:31:29 GMT
"If you drop dead from boredom, I get your stereo," Sarah replied, unperturbed. She resumed helping him finish his paperwork. "If we can get all this done by lunchtime, I can make you take me someplace decent for the meal. We could actually sit somewhere air conditioned, wouldn't that be novel?"
She was quiet for a minute. "Guess Disneyland wouldn't be too much fun by myself. Maybe I'd book a room at a spa for a couple days. You figured out what you're going to do with your vacation this year?"
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Chris
Human
LAPD Sergeant: Narcotics
And I won't let you drown when the water's pulling you in; I'll keep fighting, I'll keep fighting.
Posts: 407
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Post by Chris on Jun 25, 2006 18:37:44 GMT
“Fine… needs fixing anyway,” he remarked ‘triumphantly’, smirking at her. It didn’t, really, but he was just testing to see what type of reaction he could get, even though she’d probably just shrug it off… considering she probably wouldn’t actually go after his stereo if he happened to, bizarrely, drop down dead from boredom. He found himself wondering if anyone ever had died of boredom…
“My vacation? Oh, it’ll probably be a case of being forced to use up my vacation time. Again. Like last year.” He shrugged again, tipping the current document towards him as he leaned back in his chair, scanning it with his eyes, to see what needed doing on it.
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Sarah
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If it takes my whole life, I won't break, I won't bend
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Post by Sarah on Jun 25, 2006 18:42:29 GMT
"You ought to actually make vacation plans, one of these years," she remarked absently, rechecking the work on her own document. "It'd be good for you to do something. Go someplace you haven't seen, meet new people, breathe clean air for a change. Maybe Ms. Right's waiting for you at the resort." She flicked a glance in his direction; their equally dismal love lives had become a recurring joke, so she didn't feel guilty about teasing him, but she was waiting for the derisive snort that was bound to answer her suggestion.
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Chris
Human
LAPD Sergeant: Narcotics
And I won't let you drown when the water's pulling you in; I'll keep fighting, I'll keep fighting.
Posts: 407
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Post by Chris on Jun 25, 2006 18:47:25 GMT
She wasn’t disappointed. The derisive snort came before any other kind of response. “And where would I go, anyway?” he asked, eyes on the document. “I’m not exactly a fan of tourists, and it’s not like I’d go home to New York while I had the time.” Checking off something on the paper, he tossed it back on the desk with a slight sigh, before his eyes turned to his redheaded partner.
“Maybe I should pick up some brochures on the way home from work,” he teased with a wan smirk, slouching back into his chair yet again.
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Sarah
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If it takes my whole life, I won't break, I won't bend
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Post by Sarah on Jun 25, 2006 18:49:11 GMT
"Maybe you should go to Disneyland," she challenged. "I'm starting to think you could do with a bit of that pixie dust crap."
She sighed. "I think we're both in a rut, Sheps. And we need to get out or we're gonna go crazy -- or drive each other crazy."
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Chris
Human
LAPD Sergeant: Narcotics
And I won't let you drown when the water's pulling you in; I'll keep fighting, I'll keep fighting.
Posts: 407
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Post by Chris on Jun 25, 2006 18:52:26 GMT
“We’re not crazy already?” Pulling a face, he leaned forward in his chair again, and dropped his pen onto the desk, almost accidentally dunking it into his filled mug. “Yeah, you’re right. Ruts? Not so fun.”
You’re not funny, his brain reminded him, as he propped his chin on a balled hand, checking the computer system once more, in case something had come up. Predictably, there was nothing worthwhile, and he glanced to Sarah again. “But how exactly do you get out of a rut when you don’t know how you got in in the first place?”
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Sarah
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If it takes my whole life, I won't break, I won't bend
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Post by Sarah on Jun 25, 2006 18:55:28 GMT
"Only way I know to get out of a rut is to do something you wouldn't normally do," Sarah replied. "Look at you -- you get up in the morning, assuming you went to bed in the first place, and go to work. You do a damn good job of things, then you go home. You order takeout, drink a beer, watch some movie where things blow up, and fall asleep. When's the last time you did anything else?"
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Chris
Human
LAPD Sergeant: Narcotics
And I won't let you drown when the water's pulling you in; I'll keep fighting, I'll keep fighting.
Posts: 407
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Post by Chris on Jun 25, 2006 19:08:44 GMT
Chris seemed to think about that for a few minutes, head still propped up on his hand, before he glanced to her, offering almost hesitantly, “Last Tuesday, I was at your place… watching a movie where things blow up…” He frowned slightly, before adding, “But I didn’t fall asleep there, at least.”
He pulled yet another face, meeting her gaze apologetically almost. “Okay, so that wasn’t much of a deviation, but it was a little different.” Dropping his hand from under his chin, he started toying with his coffee mug. “And what should I do instead? I’m not much of a club or bar person,” he began, knowing she would understand that; his sporadic impatience often made him want to push people out of the way in such establishments, “and it’s not like there’s much else to do.”
In LA? Yeah, right… what moron would believe that?
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Sarah
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If it takes my whole life, I won't break, I won't bend
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Post by Sarah on Jun 25, 2006 19:43:04 GMT
"Yeah, I can just imagine the word getting out in the department that you fell asleep in my apartment." It was Sarah's turn to snort. More than once she had suspected that only their rank and records of distinguished service had kept them from being the brunt of gossip, given that they spent a fair chunk of their off-duty time together as well as on-duty.
"What else is there to do? Let's see. It's a very outdoor-oriented place, you could always take up something like running or fishing. Go drive through Beverly Hills and stalk some celebrities." She chuckled. "I dunno, Sheppy. You're a smart man, you could think of something."
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Chris
Human
LAPD Sergeant: Narcotics
And I won't let you drown when the water's pulling you in; I'll keep fighting, I'll keep fighting.
Posts: 407
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Post by Chris on Jun 25, 2006 19:46:18 GMT
“Can you imagine me fishing?” He was getting some rather amusing, yet disturbing, mental images. “Knowing my luck, I’d fall in the water or something.” He wasn’t sure what he meant by that; he didn’t have notoriously bad luck, or anything of the sort, but he supposed it was just a figure of speech that had happened to come out of his mouth at the time.
“I’ll think about a hobby; really,” he assured her with a light smile, picking up his coffee to drink some of it before it went cold. It was, after all, only percolator coffee, and wouldn’t stay hot forever… let alone a decent amount of time.
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