Jennifer Warda (thornyedges) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-12-18 15:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | sherlock holmes, sleeping beauty |
Who: Jen and Daryl
What: Daryl has a present for Jen
Where: The police station
When: Thursday, around lunchtime
Warnings: Diabetes-inducing adorable.
It was strange, how an agitated emotional state spurred Daryl to be more productive than usual. Though she was usually very efficient and rarely wasted time, she found herself positively swimming in activity. She managed to find time to perform tasks she never did at home - paying bills, filling out paperwork she usually made Jane do - while still completing the puzzles Tim had sent her and designing and running a social experiment on her own. And now, for reasons she had yet to uncover, she found herself in the aftermath of Christmas shopping. Usually, Daryl’s holidays were limited to herself and Jane. Anyone else received flowers or a fruit basket - impersonal, polite gifts. But this season, she found that it was appropriate to invest her valuable time and finances in something purchased to delight other human beings.
Several times this week, she had considered the possibility that she had fallen prey to prion disease.
The officers and detectives at the Seattle Police Department had grown used to her presence by now. As she entered the station, few people even looked up - she was commonplace. As usual, she carried her messenger bag with her badge pinned to it, identifying her as an official consultant. A few officers glanced her way as she made a beeline for Detective Warda’s office, tiny shoulders thrown back and head held high. She had a purpose for this visit, and it showed in every step she took.
Without knocking, she opened the door, finding the other woman engrossed in paperwork. It could wait. “Detective Warda,” she said in cordial greeting. She didn’t ask if she could come in. She didn’t ask if this was a bad time. If it were a bad time, it would soon be a good time. Because Daryl had a purpose. “What are you working on?” She let the door close behind her as she entered the office, taking a seat opposite the detective’s desk and balancing her messenger bag on her lap. The gift was inside there, hidden, but it wouldn’t stay that way for long.