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Sara has coffee, a casefile, a metal rod, and a small jar of red powder.

"...God, you weren't kidding when you said this crap got everywhere."

Interruptions are more than welcome.

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"It's kinda like my production company. We don't all like each other sometimes, there's more drama than I really care to admit, but if one of our own is threatened, we will kick your ass out of the millenium."

"Pretty much." She chuckles but it is a humorless sound.

"My PEP counselor wonders why I hate sleeping. Considering that she knows both my background and my job, one would think she wouldn't wonder."

Mark winces. "Roger didn't sleep for a while. And then he slept too much for a while. After Angel died, I don't think I slept for three days. I know exactly what you mean." He pauses, and cracks a bit of a smile. "Hey. You ever thought of taking a vacation? And not just a 'I'm not going into work for a while', a true 'I'm blowing this popsicle stand' vacation."

She looks shifty.

"I've...used some of my accumulated vacation time. I'm down to eight weeks."

He's probably better off not asking what the previous total had been.

"You're coming to New York, and I'm not letting you go home for at least two weeks. And you're not allowed to do any sort of work while you're there." He leans back in his chair. "No, you don't have to come tonight, but I think you need a vacation."

She chuckles, more amused than annoyed. "Me, not work? Perish the thought."

She hasn't quite agreed with him.

He raises an eyebrow. "You want to test my stubborn? I've learned from the best." He smirks.

"Mark, you could never hope to out-stubborn me. Just ask Grissom."

"Are you sure about that, Sara? Like I said, I've been taught by some of the best ever in that department." He smirks again.

She grins, shark-like. "Is that a challenge?"

"It just might be, should you choose to accept it." He grins. "And I'm going to win." Because he's sneaky when he wants to be.

"I might go with you to New York, but there isn't a force in the multiverse that can keep me from working. I was asking for cold cases while I was in the hospital."

Gauntlet --> THROWN

"You're still not allowed to bring any cases with you." Mark laughs. "Besides. New York can keep you busy and interested."

"When's the last time you've gone without your camera?" Asked teasingly, but also pointedly.

He clutches his bag instinctively, a familiar clank being heard as his camera knocks against something else in his bag. "I think I'm going to take the fifth on that one." The answer might be different if it was a question of voluntarily or involuntarily, actually.

"Don't rag on me about my work habits and I won't rag on you."

"Yes, ma'am." He smiles, good naturedly, but there's a bit of a sheepish manner to his expression as well.

"I win," she smirks.

Mark grumbles. It might be something about beating him through the back door. "You're not getting out of coming to New York, though." He makes a mental note to keep her occupied, and perhaps just accidentally keep her from those case files.

"Let me see what I can arrange at the lab."

"Take your time. Just don't forget about it." He grins. "New York's not going anywhere." Poor boy doesn't know what's going to happen in a couple years.

"I'll take your word for it."

She's not going to say anything.

Mark shrugs. "It's Manhattan. It doesn't really change, just gets dirtier and smoggier. It's still home, though."

"I should make you go to San Francisco sometime. That city's like that for me."

"I've only been to the west coast once, and that was to Los Angeles for the Oscars. And really I didn't do an awful lot of sightseeing when I was there."