Jun 27, 2008 21:34
Anna hated summer for two reasons - her birthday and the sudden spike of their homicide rate. Add that to nothing but doubles and maxed out overtime (just after being cleared for active duty again) and a transfer to the 1-2, and meeting Mac -- and you had a very stressed out Anna. Not seeing Don in nearly a month (and the resulting non-celebration of their sixth-month anniverary) had been killing her and in spite of Jordan's best efforts - Cuervo, Cherry Garcia, and poking fun at Woody - she was growing depressed. Pathetically, miserably depressed to the point she was starting to doubt again. Which never lead to anything good.
When her cellphone went off, she lifted her head from the lab table she'd been napping on and yawned.
"You gonna get that?"
"You want to do your job, Adam?" She countered harshly before sighing and running a hand over her face. "Adam... I'm sorry."
"Hey, it's cool. You can leave, you know. I'll call ya if I get something." Adam shrugged as he went back to staring down a microscope.
"You'll learn, Adam." She chuckled and flipped her phone open, yawning. "Morasca."
[verse] canon,
[with] adam ross,
[with] don flack,
[entry] rp