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[lvpd_sidle]

Sara is down in the bar.

Judging by the empty coffee cups, she has been there a while.

Bother at will.

[ooc: Slowtime at 1pm CST.]

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[onetruth_sleuth]

And, over comes one shrunken teenage detective, juggling his soccer ball idly. He stops and catches the ball with both hands, turning to the woman with a smile. "Hello again, Sara," he says cheerfully, looking well-rested. She, however, seemed to be running purely on caffiene, as far as he could tell.

[lvpd_sidle]

It's a normal state of being for her.

"Hi. How's it going?"

[onetruth_sleuth]

He smiles again. "I'm fine...but, you look like you could use some sleep..." he comments.

And, mun adores the icon. Much appreciation given... ^_^

[lvpd_sidle]

"I average four hours of sleep on a good night. I'm used to it."

Sad thing is, it's the complete truth.

[csi_catherine]

Catherine is there until two or so, touching her shoulder. "How're you holding up?"

[lvpd_sidle]

"I'm okay." Giving her a brief smile. "Nothing to do but enjoy what time we have, you know?"

[csi_catherine]

"I know." Catherine squeezes her shoulder, settles down beside her. "I heard about Will..."

[lvpd_sidle]

She chuckles, almost bitterly. "He always had the worst sense of timing."