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[lvpd_sidle]

Latest victim: twelve-year-old caucasian female. Reason for abduction: punishing the father.

Sara hasn't slept for three days now.

The bar isn't giving her anymore coffee.

Anyone feel brave enough to tell her to put the files down?

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[yuppie-trash.livejournal.com]

"You appear to be in dire need of sleep--" says the dressed down business man that is passing by. The remark is made without courtesy, although the politness returns to him because he continues by with a smile. "--or espresso."

[lvpd_sidle]

"Bar won't give me anymore coffee. And I haven't been able to sleep without interruption for the better part of a week," she says flatly.

[yuppie-trash.livejournal.com]

"I suppose sleeping here, in a bar in full view of people, would help." Bland monotone. He shrugs, "You should be more careful. Especially with your files."

[lvpd_sidle]

"Wouldn't be the first time I've fallen asleep down here."

And the files are locked away, in a box that appears entirely too small to hold them.

[yuppie-trash.livejournal.com]

"Ah, now that is a safety measure."

A look to ascertain this, and Patrick nods.

"But this is the first time that I have seen you sleeping down here."

He smiles, and continues for his own booth, telling Sara over his shoulder to, "Have a nice nap."

[lvpd_sidle]

"First time I've seen you here period," she retorts. "But thanks."

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

"'S worse things than not eating, ya know." Connor drops into a seat across from her and eyes the files rather deliberately. He has a galss of tea in hand.

[lvpd_sidle]

"There are," she says flatly. "Kinda hard to sleep after you see the aftermath of a kid being executed for his parents' perceived crimes."

Sometimes, she really hates her job.

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

Connor nodded and reached across the table to give her hand a gentle squeeze. "And makin' yerself half mad isn't goin' ta help anybody. When's the las time you slept? Cat naps on the table here don't count."

[lvpd_sidle]

"Three days. I think."

Quite a pair, aren't they?

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

"'Bout as long since I ate." Connor says, with a light and casual tone, even though he is well aware of the seriousness of the statement.

[lvpd_sidle]

"You eat and I'll take a nap." Her tone is neutral. Her eyes are hard.

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

"Not a nap. Sleep. A good eight hours, or more. Solid sleep. Then it's a deal." He glances back toward the stairs wondering where he scoundral brother is. Murphy has always been better at bullying than Connor.

[lvpd_sidle]

"Make it a full meal then."

Murphy might be better at bullying, but Sara's the master of the vicious low guilt-trip.

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

"Half a sandwich and soup." Connor suggests. his gaze as steady as hers.

[lvpd_sidle]

"I survived my master's thesis on four catnaps a week for six months," she says casually.

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

"I'm surviving." Connor retorts.

[lvpd_sidle]

"Barely. You've lost a lot of your muscle tone. Sooner as opposed to later, your body will start shutting down unless you eat."

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

"And sooner or later, you'll crash and burn and be unconscious for several hours. You sleep, I eat. Deal or do I have to enlist the aid of our brother?"

[lvpd_sidle]

"Fine."

She's not going to move until he starts eating, though.

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

He grabs a rat and orders. Half a grilled cheese and vegetable soup. What? The cheese is proien.

[lvpd_sidle]

And she orders another bowl of vegetable soup.

For her--she hasn't been eating well either.

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

"My tab," he informs the rat. And lets it go.

[lvpd_sidle]

Dirty look but she doesn't argue the point.

She must be tired.

[ooc: Slowtime okay? Being kidnapped.]

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

Connor returns her look and shrugs. "Eh, well, you may end up payin' it yet."


[OOC: No worries! Will be here after dinner,and actually considering giving Connor an EP!]

Now, with the right login!

[lvpd_sidle]

A weary chuckle. "True."

Re: Now, with the right login!

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

His smile can only be described as smug.

The food arrives, and he takes a tentative bite.

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

Better late than never, there's a Murphy giving both his siblings the once over.

"Now which of ya should I be bawlin' out first, th' zen dieter or th' caffeine addict?"

[lvpd_sidle]

She eats slowly, not wanting to scald herself accidentally.

"I think things with this creep are coming to a head. Not sure what that might be but..." and she shrugs.

The other brother is given a dirty look. "Like you'd be any better if you had the death of a twelve-year-old engraved in your retinas."

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

"Tough case," Connor says, as if clarification was needed.

"Made a deal." He gestures at his food then closes his eyes to indicate sleep. "You can help me make sure she keeps her half of the bargain."

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

"fuck."

Grabbing the nearest seat. "Who are we needin' t'kill, then?"

A nod.

[OOC: and why aren't you on AIM?]

[lvpd_sidle]

"If I knew the answer to that, the bastard would be dead. Serial killer. A smart one." A shudder goes through her at the word. "Much more dangerous than the average murderer."

She sighs, eating more of her soup. "And I've been having nightmares, hence the sleep avoidance. Didn't mean to worry you."

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

Connor nods. He knows all about nightmares, but there's no need to bring that up just now. And his, are quite different, and involve brothers walking out of doors rather than serial killers.

"Ya know we'll keep watch over you."

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

"Aye."

Rough grin. "'S what brothers are for."

[lvpd_sidle]

A snort. "Be prepared to be smacked, then. I'm an active dreamer."

She's eaten about half of the bowl. "Fucking frustrating...there is something I'm missing with this guy."

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

"Maybe you'll have a different persepctive after you sleep." He didn't want to think about the fact he now understood how the two of them felt, hounding him to eat. Helpless, in a way. Frustrated.

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

Doubly so, now.

"We managed it th' once, deirféar."

Nodding his agreement with Connor's statement.

[lvpd_sidle]

"One of the few times I had no dreams."

The other times without nightmares were with Barry.

"I did get a sleep aid from Bar earlier. I'll take it after I'm done with this."

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

"And we'll be right beside you." Trademark Connor smile.

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

"That we will." And a trademark Murphy smile as well.

[lvpd_sidle]

Amused look. "Eventually I'll need to go back, you know."

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

"We'll not be thinkin' about that now." Connor gestures at his ood. The unspoken reality of the reason he's having trouble eating again.

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

"Leave that t'be until it happens."

[lvpd_sidle]

A hand covers one of Connor's briefly before moving back.

A few minutes later, her spoon finishes scraping the bottom.

"All done. Going to tuck me in now?"

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

"Of course." Connor flashes a smile. "Ya wanna take that sleep aid now?"

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

"Better head upstairs first, if it's anywhere near as quick as th' hangover potion." Moving out of the way as he speaks.

[lvpd_sidle]

The cup is raised and she downs it, making a face. "Nasty."

Getting up, she heads towards the stairs, knowing the two are following.