Elena was screwing up her courage and standing in front of Tseng's door. Okay. She could do this. She was awesome, and she was a Turk, and that meant she could bitch out her boss. When he was being ridiculously stubborn about something. And, well, he was.

So she'd gone behind his back and made arrangements, because he was never going to, and now ( Read more... )

Elena wasn't nervous. Seriously.

There were about nine hundred reasons why she should be nervous. For one, she hadn't told Tseng she was coming here. For two, she had this really distressing tendency to turn into a kitten lately, like, twice in the past month, and what if that happened right while she was talking to Tseng? She would never live ( Read more... )