Meanwhile, in Cascade . . .
Rubbing his eyes, Jim dropped the very last piece of paperwork on the desk and knocked back the very last dregs of his long-cold coffee. He stretched back, the chair threatening to spill him onto the floor in the middle of the bullpen and almost tripped Banks as he blustered by.
"Ellison! Watch what you're doing!"
"Sorry, Simon," Jim apologised absently, his head turning to follow the chief's progress. "Where are you going?"
"Front desk called, Taggart's back."
With a definite 'clunk' the front legs of Jim's chair hit the ground again and the detective himself was up and out of it the next second, grabbing his jacket from the hook and swiftly outpacing Banks to the door to meet the huffing and puffing Taggart as he exited the elevator.
"Taggart!" Jim beamed, clapping him on the shoulder. "Good to see you up and around. Back to work?"
"Yeah, I'm one hundred -"
"Good to hear!" He patted his friend's shoulder again and shoved right past into the elevator, making Taggart turn a bewildered circle.
"Jim, where are you . . ."
"Home!" Jim called as the elevator doors slid closed, already digging for his cellphone.
[[My computer's fixed! It's all shiiiiiny and Linuxy and fixed and back and mine and did I mention shiny?]]
"Ellison! Watch what you're doing!"
"Sorry, Simon," Jim apologised absently, his head turning to follow the chief's progress. "Where are you going?"
"Front desk called, Taggart's back."
With a definite 'clunk' the front legs of Jim's chair hit the ground again and the detective himself was up and out of it the next second, grabbing his jacket from the hook and swiftly outpacing Banks to the door to meet the huffing and puffing Taggart as he exited the elevator.
"Taggart!" Jim beamed, clapping him on the shoulder. "Good to see you up and around. Back to work?"
"Yeah, I'm one hundred -"
"Good to hear!" He patted his friend's shoulder again and shoved right past into the elevator, making Taggart turn a bewildered circle.
"Jim, where are you . . ."
"Home!" Jim called as the elevator doors slid closed, already digging for his cellphone.
[[My computer's fixed! It's all shiiiiiny and Linuxy and fixed and back and mine and did I mention shiny?]]