Sara Sidle - CSI/24 AU - Milliways

[mm_ali]

[ OOM: Sara had a bad day.]

"Do your other patients a favor and have the cafeteria closed for presence of hazardous materials," Sara says over her shoulder. Laughter follows her into the bar.

She sighs, finding a nearby booth and taking a seat, moving awkwardly around the cast on her left arm.

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[mmkcountess]

Jack comes in a few minutes later, wishing he could have a drink, but knowing he should just stick to coffee. It hasn't been a good day. Not that anything especially bad had happened, there are just bad days and not-so-bad days. Not being able to concentrate on a book for more than a couple minutes at the time and TV coverage still talking about the nuclear bomb incessantly make for a bad day.

It may--or may not--be getting better when he spots Sara in a booth.

"Sara, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at home, resting?" he asks, walking over.

[lvpd_sidle]

"I'm here for the same reason you are, I suspect. Don't worry--I'm not drinking anything alcoholic." Despite the snarky tone to her words, she gives Jack a small smile when he approaches.

[mmkcountess]

"I'd hope not, with the kind of drugs you're on. When did you get out of the hospital?" he asks, taking a seat.

[lvpd_sidle]

"Three minutes ago, and the narcotic ones were taken away on the third day. The county didn't want to pay for them." Her voice is dry.