open } { workin' nine to five, what a way to make a living

[shutthefrntdoor]

[Though at the moment, it is far past five, but Beckett is getting ready to go home for the day. She just finished the paperwork she had on wrapping her last case, and now she is heading home for a hot meal and possibly a bubble bath

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[notanegothing]

[ Danny looks up and smiles]

Hey Detective Beckett, i'm just on my way out. Buy you a beer?

[shutthefrntdoor]

[turns, and smiles as she nods]

Sure, Williams. Sounds good.

[notanegothing]

[waits for her to finish up]

Got a particular place you like? I'd take us to my favorite place, but that's all the way in Jersey.

[shutthefrntdoor]

[chuckles]

Don't worry -- I know a place.

[likely_evil]

[Sam is, of course, already looking into the next case that had been put under his nose. He was focusing on the case photos, a notepad open next to him where he was sketching the symbols that were burned onto the corpse's flesh.

He decides that he could use a break for some coffee and gets up, planning on seeing if there is anything left in the regular pot. He refused to use the espresso machine unless it was an emergency.

But he didn't see Beckett about to walk past his temporary office until he was about to run into her]

[shutthefrntdoor]

[she sees him, though, which is why he collides with her arm, and not all of her]

Going somewhere?

[likely_evil]

Sorry. Didn't see you there.

Coffee. Need some more fuel to burn the midnight oil. What about you?

[shutthefrntdoor]

Was just about to head home. There's this newfangled thing called "sleep." I wanted to give it a try.