Who: Shailee / Natasha
What: Memories Plot
Where: Shailee's Desk
Things to avoid: Nothing!
Shailee was up and working, reams of paper sprawled across her desk. She had finally found a paper trail to follow in one of the few unrelated-to-Westerberg cases she was still assigned to, and was determined to trace the trail to the entity that had been eluding the CIA for the better part of the last four months.
She wasn't sure what brought on the heaache. It could be the fact that she'd been averaging around 3 hours of sleep for the past week. Or that she was already on her fourth cup of coffee and most of the city hadn't even gotten out of bed yet. Shailee tried to work through whatever it was right until the point where her vision started to swim, making the columns of names and numbers do a little cha-cha in front of her eyes. Dropping her head into her hands, Shailee rubbed at her eyes with the base of her palms, intent on forcing the migraine away out of sheer will.