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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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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.

It's a normal state of being for her.

"Hi. How's it going?"

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... ^_^

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

Sad thing is, it's the complete truth.

He tosses the ball back into the fray of his juggling feet, slipping his hands into his short pockets. "You know, that's really not good for you..." he comments as he stops to bounce the ball from the top of one foot alone, before going back to alternating between his feet.

"It's been like that for years, kid." Knowing perfectly well the 'kid' would irritate him. "I doubt it will change now."

Well, he figures 'kid' was better than 'little boy', or 'bow tie' as Richard liked to call him. He just shrugs his shoulders, continuing to juggle the ball with his feet and occassionally, his knees. "It's still not good for you..." he comments softly.

"A lot of things aren't good for people, but they still get done. I'll be fine."

The ball now bounces idly on his head as the small boy thinks for a moment. "...Well, that's true..." he says softly.

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

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

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

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

"At least he's gone." Catherine pulls a dour face. "I only wish I'd gotten the chance to say a couple of things before he left..."

"Don't worry. I'm sure Gil covered all bases." One of the few times she knew he would have wanted to kill someone. Never mind that the person in question was already dead.

"How's married life treating you?"

"Still not as satisfying, though." Catherine grins slightly, wryly. "Married life is pretty damn amazing--I'm still coming down off the honeymoon high."

"Glad to hear it." A warm, sincere smile. "Lindsey was bouncing off the wall the last time I spoke to her. She just can't believe she has a real daddy now."

The older CSI looks down, smiles. "A daddy who'll look after her properly. I think I owe her that much, at least." Her voice is quiet.

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