A/N: idk if i should continue this, it was just a random idea that popped in my head SOOO...yes no maybe? continue?
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It was past midnight when Gillian finally got home, a testament of long work hours and being dragged of to dinner by her boss, Cal. She had worked from eight to eleven, unable to pull herself away from The Group’s latest case. It involved a woman supposedly drowning her own daughter, and to say that Gillian had gotten too close to it would be an understatement. There were rings under her eyes from malnutrition and lack of sleep - something that most people rarely saw, especially on her.
At eleven O’ five, Cal had shown up at her office door, holding a peace offering of Chinese food. They had ate between laughs, taking turns throwing food at each other, and Gillian had teased Cal incessantly about not eating meat he couldn’t see, while he mock-scolded her on the risks she was taking.
Their moods had been lifted - lifted higher than they had been in quite a while, to be honest. With Cal leaving Zoe (for good this time), and Gillian going through her divorce, things had been so tense lately that both Loker and Torres had picked up on it.
Before either of the pair knew it, it was already twelve-thirty, and they were both in desperate need of a shower . Apparently, Chinese food was quite sticky.
They said their goodnights, and went home - in their respective cars, of course.
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A/N: tell me what you think!
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It was past midnight when Gillian finally got home, a testament of long work hours and being dragged of to dinner by her boss, Cal. She had worked from eight to eleven, unable to pull herself away from The Group’s latest case. It involved a woman supposedly drowning her own daughter, and to say that Gillian had gotten too close to it would be an understatement. There were rings under her eyes from malnutrition and lack of sleep - something that most people rarely saw, especially on her.
At eleven O’ five, Cal had shown up at her office door, holding a peace offering of Chinese food. They had ate between laughs, taking turns throwing food at each other, and Gillian had teased Cal incessantly about not eating meat he couldn’t see, while he mock-scolded her on the risks she was taking.
Their moods had been lifted - lifted higher than they had been in quite a while, to be honest. With Cal leaving Zoe (for good this time), and Gillian going through her divorce, things had been so tense lately that both Loker and Torres had picked up on it.
Before either of the pair knew it, it was already twelve-thirty, and they were both in desperate need of a shower . Apparently, Chinese food was quite sticky.
They said their goodnights, and went home - in their respective cars, of course.
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A/N: tell me what you think!