Sally-Anne wasn't a fool. She could tell something was wrong with her friend, despite the joking nature of their journal conversation. Her friend had been responsible for catching a criminal but she did so quickly and that had to require great sacrifice and resources. She was probably tired and she understood how the pressure could get to you. Her friend was responsible for keeping the world safe. It had to be hard to get one criminal off the street only to know that more were out there. Poor thing.
She wasn't quite sure what the other girl would be up for. She figured the safest bet would be pizza. Grease, simple and good hot or cold. If she found Morag asleep she'd be able to provide her a meal when she woke up. She knew she was selfish but she hoped the other girl wasn't asleep.
When she arrived at the other girl's flat it was quiet save for the sound of running water. She set the pizza and beer on the counter and made herself at home on the couch. With her feet pulled underneath her she found an old magazine to leaf through, content to look at nothing but nonsense. Her head popped up as she heard the water stop followed by the sound of the loo door opening. "Love? I'm here!"