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[lvpd_sidle]

Sara is not a bird, nor is she a plane.

She's curled up in her favorite armchair near one of the fireplaces, a mug of coffee in her hands.

She doesn't look precisely happy, but neither does she look angry.

At any rate, she can be bothered. Company would be a welcome distraction from her thoughts.

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[pirate_gibbs]

There is a somewhat scruffy looking pirate of some kind at the Bar, drinking rum (what else) and contemplating the catured lightning in glass tubes overhead. He barely notices the fair lass at the fireplace.

[lvpd_sidle]

"Make this one a gingerbread latte," she tells the waitrat when it returns, voice probably carrying far enough to get Gibbs' attention.

[pirate_gibbs]

He looks away from the lights and towards the young woman. "Good day, miss," he says cordially enough.

[lvpd_sidle]

"Hi," she returns, looking over him with a practiced stare. Sailor or pirate and I'm inclined to think pirate.

[guppy_sandhu]

There are dark marks under the eyes of the young doctor passing the biscuits from behind.

"You okay?"

[lvpd_sidle]

"I should be asking you that," she says, taking the plate from him.

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy moves around to sit next to her.

"I'll live. Anyway, I asked you first." he says with a small smile.

[lvpd_sidle]

"Work," she says after a moment, voice low. "I'm not supposed to talk about it. But...let's just say that Grissom's temporary replacement has managed to do more to divide my team than Ecklie could ever dream of."

[fugitivehamster]

Hodges looks a bit...worn from his first week in the bar.

"Hi," he says weakly, flopping melodramatically onto a couch.