Sep 05, 2007 01:13
He was half-asleep.
At least when he was in the field, the constant threat to life and limb kept him awake and aware. In the office, doing reports...he was as good as nearly unconscious. Tapping his pen on the manilla folders under his elbow, he shot a glance to the door, deciding it wouldn't hurt to close his eyes.
Just for a minute.