Common Room, SPD HQ, Thursday Evening
Sure, it was a holiday, but someone had to patrol. Luckily, that was finally over. Z collapsed into one of the common room sofas with a sigh bordering on a groan and threw her feet up on the table. Who cared if there was a rule about it? Her feet hurt.
After a few seconds, she heard someone say, "There you are!" and cracked open one eye to look at Ghost. He hadn't made it out for Thanksgiving, either, but in his case it was more a matter of distance.
"Hey," she said, and, "I'm not moving."
He shrugged and sat down in one of the chairs after setting two plastic bags down on the table by her feet. "Fine by me. How was your patrol?"
"Some dude set his house on fire trying to deep-fry a turkey. Metro handled most of it, but I was first on scene. And there was a fistfight at one of the shelters. You?"
One corner of his mouth turned up. "Uneventful, actually. You eaten yet?"
"No." She opened the other eye. "Why?" Those bags did smell pretty good, now that she thought about it...
He beamed at her. "Because I think I bought enough Chinese food for an army, and who better to share it with than the only one-woman army I know?"
"I don't eat like an army," she grumbled, sitting up. "Hand me an egg roll."
"And there's half a pumpkin pie in the fridge for dessert," he told her, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"I saw that," she whispered back. "It has Dr. Manx's name on it."
"I won't tell if you won't." He grinned at her and held out a pair of chopsticks. "Happy Thanksgiving, Z."
She took them and grinned back. "You know what? It is."
After a few seconds, she heard someone say, "There you are!" and cracked open one eye to look at Ghost. He hadn't made it out for Thanksgiving, either, but in his case it was more a matter of distance.
"Hey," she said, and, "I'm not moving."
He shrugged and sat down in one of the chairs after setting two plastic bags down on the table by her feet. "Fine by me. How was your patrol?"
"Some dude set his house on fire trying to deep-fry a turkey. Metro handled most of it, but I was first on scene. And there was a fistfight at one of the shelters. You?"
One corner of his mouth turned up. "Uneventful, actually. You eaten yet?"
"No." She opened the other eye. "Why?" Those bags did smell pretty good, now that she thought about it...
He beamed at her. "Because I think I bought enough Chinese food for an army, and who better to share it with than the only one-woman army I know?"
"I don't eat like an army," she grumbled, sitting up. "Hand me an egg roll."
"And there's half a pumpkin pie in the fridge for dessert," he told her, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"I saw that," she whispered back. "It has Dr. Manx's name on it."
"I won't tell if you won't." He grinned at her and held out a pair of chopsticks. "Happy Thanksgiving, Z."
She took them and grinned back. "You know what? It is."