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Aug 30, 2007 17:42

There were times when David missed coffee. Not that there wasn't coffee here, but he missed lattes, the kind you could walk in and order and have in five minutes with the milk steamed and a little cardboard sleeve for the cup and then drink on the way to work ( Read more... )

bob melnikov, catherine willows, jill langston, mayko tran, dr. david sandstrom

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mayko_tran August 30 2007, 23:03:25 UTC
"Oh, here you are," says Mayko, carrying a book and a few papers under one arm and holding an empty coffee cup in the other. She breezes right past him to the coffeemaker before she says another word. "I thought you'd be in the lab."

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dr_snark_phd August 31 2007, 01:47:09 UTC
"Was until about ten minutes ago," he said, glancing up. "Needed to... I dunno, move my fucking legs or something." He paused for another few seconds, tapping his pen moodily against the table.

"I think I need a dinosaur," he said finally.

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mayko_tran August 31 2007, 01:57:44 UTC
"I think I need a dinosaur too," agrees Mayko, pouring her cup of coffee and then sitting down across from him at the table, leaning forward with both hands wrapped around her cup. "Or at least part of one."

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dr_snark_phd August 31 2007, 02:34:14 UTC
"Yeah," he said, still meditatively, still tapping his pen. "Part." He took a swallow of his own coffee and raked a hand through his hair.

"It's getting one that's the hard part," he continued. "Has to be fresh." He didn't even need to ask if they'd have the same plans for it.

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jill_langston August 31 2007, 05:22:04 UTC
"The next time I fall asleep in the lab, you think you could wake me?" Jill asked as she wandered into the kitchen, tugging her tangled hair back off her face and into a messy ponytail. Briefly, her fingers trailed over his shoulder in an absent gesture as she made her way to the coffee maker. "Anything new and exciting I missed in that twenty minutes I spent face down on my notes?"

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dr_snark_phd August 31 2007, 15:40:24 UTC
"But you looked so cute." He glanced up at her and smiled. "You weren't drooling or anything." He nodded over at the coffee maker. "I just made a fresh pot. Strong enough to... well, to cure Lethargica. Have some."

He looked down at his notes again and frowned slightly. "And I've decided that I need a dinosaur."

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jill_langston August 31 2007, 16:18:00 UTC
"No wonder I keep you around," Jill murmured after she'd taken a sip of the coffee -- strong enough to cure Lethargica, as promised -- then headed over to where David was sitting. She set the cup down beside him, then leaned against his back, looking at his notes.

"A whole dinosaur?" she asked, an eyebrow raised. "The samples already in the lab aren't exactly what you'd call fresh, but you could only do so much with a piece before it started to break down without proper storage."

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dr_snark_phd August 31 2007, 19:09:53 UTC
He shrugged. "Whole. Part of. But I need as much as possible, and I do need fresh." He paused. "Not need. Want. I dunno, it's the same fuckin' thing anymore."

He ran a hand over his face and reached up, closing a hand gently over her shoulder. "There's things about what we have," he said. "Cell damage. Shit I can't seem to track down. It's like I'm looking at something's footprints days after it leaves."

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dancingwillows August 31 2007, 06:48:20 UTC
Maybe it was saying something about Catherine that no matter what she did, she still gravitated toward the people she saw around the lab the most. Them, and coffee. Not that she wasn't a scientist, but sometimes people just needed a little variety in life, or they'd become...well, Grissom and Sara.

So, she'd spent the day walking the beach, wondering how long it'd been since she'd been on a proper vacation and getting depressed when she couldn't remember that far back. She felt better when she was back in the compound, even if she was a bit pink and her tank top gave away how how it was outside.

"Sandstrom, right?" she asked as she slid by him to get a cup of coffee for herself. Needing to know who she was around and working with, even if there was nothing to work on - that habit, she was never going to break out of, no matter how long she was outside of the lab. Or even if it wasn't her lab.

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dr_snark_phd August 31 2007, 15:44:17 UTC
"That's right." He looked up and over his shoulder at her, frowning slightly. He'd seen her around, but one thing he wasn't terribly good at was getting and retaining people's names. It just always ended up seeming a couple rungs down the Shit To Do ladder.

"Don't think we've been introduced."

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dancingwillows August 31 2007, 17:50:29 UTC
"We haven't," Catherine said simply, and once she was finished making her own cup of coffee, sat down across from him. "Catherine Willows. I worked with Gil Grissom back home. I make it a point to at least know the names of the people I'll be seeing around the lab," she explained. Even if calling it a lab was a bit too nice.

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dr_snark_phd August 31 2007, 19:12:49 UTC
"Ah." He sat back and folded his hands behind his head. "So you're one of those people who cares. Nice to meet you." He glanced down at the notes spread out in front of him.

"So you're into what, forensics?" Seemed to be an awful lot of those.

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stilljustbob August 31 2007, 16:58:51 UTC
Bob had been confused and briefly concerned when he hadn't been able to find David in the lab. He'd checked all over, going from station to station and getting a few confused glances from some of the other scientists in there before he'd given up and ducked out into the rest of the Compound. A quick search of the restroom and the laundry room also came up empty before Bob had decided to try the kitchen.

"David," he says, the relief apparent in his voice even as he tries to hide it, the door swinging closed behind him as he holds a notebook close to his chest.

And then he sees that David's only drinking coffee and looking over his own notes and Bob immediately feels foolish.

"Sorry, I just--" he stammers, his eyes lowered as he approaches the table, "I was wondering if you'd-- I have some plans for the weather tower and I was hoping-- would you look over them? Give me your opinion?"

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dr_snark_phd August 31 2007, 19:16:17 UTC
He glanced up, something in Bob's tone ringing faint alarm bells. There had been something about Bob in general lately, and while Bob was pretty fucking opaque at the best of times, there were certain signals David had learned to read pretty well.

He was upset. About God knew what, and David wasn't stupid enough to think that he'd ever get that out of him. But he still had to deal with it.

"Sure," he said, moving over a little and nodding at the chair next to him. "Have a seat and show me."

Because acting normal was sometimes the best option, with Bob.

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stilljustbob August 31 2007, 19:43:10 UTC
Bob seems to consider this for a moment, glancing at the empty chair and then at David's hands and the notebook in front of him before finally nodding, a quick, stilted movement of his head.

He pulls the chair out and sits just on the edge, his body hunched over the table as he opens the book.

"I think I found a good spot for it," he says and points to a meticulous drawing of the mountain top he's made. "All the measurements are approximate," he adds, his tone almost apologetic as he outlines every mark with a finger, "and I don't know what kind of equipment the building crew has to clear the area, but I think it needs to be at least thirty feet high to be of any use. Just to get over the trees."

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dr_snark_phd September 1 2007, 01:40:09 UTC
He looked over the sketch. Once again the attention to detail was immaculate, and it occured to him, not for the first time, that Bob could have made a very comfortable living doing things a lot more glamorous than tagging along with him in a barely functioning, start-up lab.

"Looks good," he said. "They can probably do that high. Might take a while, but I'd bet they've got the lumber."

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