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sbpd_papabear) wrote2012-04-04 09:24 pm
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OOM: After Stumbling On Milliways
It's been a couple days since they stumbled into some sort of shared hallucination (which is really the best thing he can think to call it) and neither one has broached the topic. For Henry's part, he's decided it's either too weird to talk about or never happened at all.
Instead, he's working late on Thursday night fixing paperwork that tried to claim Gus' car insurance as a state billable work expense. Nice try.
Just after seven, the station had gone more or less quiet - the steady din of the workday tapering off to the solemn click of a few keyboards punctuating the otherwise still environment. It was kind of nice... perfect time to grab a coffee and check out the snack machine for options to stave off dinner until he went home.
Instead, he's working late on Thursday night fixing paperwork that tried to claim Gus' car insurance as a state billable work expense. Nice try.
Just after seven, the station had gone more or less quiet - the steady din of the workday tapering off to the solemn click of a few keyboards punctuating the otherwise still environment. It was kind of nice... perfect time to grab a coffee and check out the snack machine for options to stave off dinner until he went home.
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"I don't know," she admits at some length. "I can't go through a door, either. I hesitated this morning getting into the shower. I worried driving through the tunnel on Via Esperanza. Anything could be a portal. How do we know?"
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The word strikes him and he shakes his head again, clenching the hand that she'd touched. He knows what the implication is.
Several silent moments later, he looks back up at her and mutters; "I'm not going back in the evidence room until I've had at least one drink."
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The waiter brings their food, hovering a moment to make sure they have all they need.
"Do you want to get a bottle of wine, maybe?"
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Maybe if he can get a glass or two in his system things will seem a little less insane.
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"If we're going to deal with this, we're going to have to talk about it." He sighs; "And eventually try to go back."
Try, because he's not entirely sure that they can.
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In her wildest imagination she can't think of anything she wants to do less.
"Now who sounds nuts?"
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He raises both eyebrows; "If we're going to figure this out, we need more than just ourselves."
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"Well, we're our own eyewitnesses. We don't know how to get to the... scene."
She hates what she's about to say, but it's been niggling at her every time the matter comes up.
"If this is some otherworldly kind of thing, that's, well, it's rather in the realm of of Psych, isn't it?"?
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"We can handle this, we'll go together - just the two of us - and try the door I went through."
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The idea of going back is tempting, of course, to figure out just what it was that happened. But she's become the sort of person who likes to have some guarantees in life.
"I can't just disappear, Henry."
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On cue, the waiter arrives with their wine and two nice large glasses.
"Might be worth the risk."
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And time didn't pass in their "real" world.
Would that be the case if they went back? Would they at least find out where "there" even was? And why they were able to get there?
Was it worth the risk?
"I think I need to weigh the pros and cons. Unless you want to sell me." She takes a long swallow of wine, food forgotten for now. She's more than a little off kilter.
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The wine helps, a little.
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"So when do we try? Tonight? Tomorrow?"
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Quietly, he replies; "If we go tonight, we're less likely to be seen going in together - but I don't know if you wanna do this at night."
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"Hey, I'm just saying that people might have some very interesting things to say about the two of us hanging out in the evidence room in the middle of the day."
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It's not like she doesn't know that the officers and clerks talk about her behind her back, and not always kindly. It's just how things go. At least they're respectful to her face, and get their jobs done. That's all she really asks.
"But then again, I am the chief. If I want to work in the evidence room with my consultant liaison at any given time, that's my prerogative."
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He finishes his glass of wine, topping hers off before refilling his own glass - mulling over the options.
"Tomorrow, then." He nods slowly, twisting his fork in the noodles, "Just me and you."
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"Tomorrow. We could come in early, avoid the speculation a little, maybe?"
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He chuckled under his breath; "I mean, it's kind funny - me and you..."
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It's out of her mouth before she realizes it. And before she realizes the implication. She twists her mouth, embarrassed.
"Not worried about it, but we could waylay it altogether, is all I meant."
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And then she continues and he only nods. "Sure, yeah... I'm okay with that."
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His way of cutting things down to brass tacks is still reassuring to her, in the end. She trusts his judgment, probably more than anyone else in the SBPD.
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