otherways September 16, 2004

[lvpd_sidle]

Everything was the same as she had left it.

There was a message on her answering service from Gibbs, reminding her not to come into work for the remainder of the week. There was also a friendly suggestion that she speak to one of the trauma counselors at the lab, but it was given with the expectation that she would refuse.

She glanced at the door, but it was silent.

Might as well stay busy. Who knows if.... she cut the thought off, changed into comfortable clothes, and began cleaning her kitchen.

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[lvpd_sidle]

"Drive by shooting at a crime scene. None of us got hurt." This time. As you damned well know. Smartass.

"And I think that's my cue to leave." Gibbs heads back down the stairs, a last comment floating up. "Can't say I envy you the choice of ladies!"

"Oh fuck off!"

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

He manages not to laugh until after they close the door.

Barely.

[lvpd_sidle]

"I think this time he's getting a boa constrictor in his office," Sara says placidly, a plotting look on her face.

Of course, plans for revenge are shelved for a proper greeting.

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

Nothing wrong with that.

[lvpd_sidle]

She laughs softly, against his neck. "Hi. Welcome to San Francisco. Call it Frisco and the natives will shoot."

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

"I'll keep that in mind, then."

[lvpd_sidle]

"And you need to reacquaint yourself with soap, water, and possibly a razor while you're at it."

Germ-phobic fiance, stage right.

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

He nods. "Lead th' way, aingeal."

[lvpd_sidle]

"Did you bring anything? All I have are girly things." She smirks, remembering the tiara.

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

"Was in a bit of a rush t'make it here. Sad t'say, what ya see is what I brought."

[lvpd_sidle]

"..........great. While you're showering, I'll run to one of the shops on this street and get you something respectable enough to do proper shopping."

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

A nod, followed by a rather long yawn.

"Sorry." Sheepish grin as he speaks.

[lvpd_sidle]

"Hey," gentle voice, "it's all right. Go get cleaned up. I'll be back."

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

Another nod as he lets himself be steered in the right direction.




By the time Sara returns, there is a naked (but clean) detective lying on her bed, legs hanging over the side.

[lvpd_sidle]

"Oh boy, you are so lucky I'm not malicious to those I love," Sara snickers to herself, setting the bags of clothing (jeans, undergarments, socks, shirts) to one side. A smaller bag of toiletries gets taken into the bathroom before she comes back.

It's a little bit of work for her to tug the blanket out from under him and cover him back up, but she manages.

A few minutes later, she joins him under the covers, and sighs.

Home.