Toby Søren (lightspeeder) wrote in notionsic, @ 2011-04-08 10:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | alexiel edwards, april 2011, open, toby soren |
WHO: Toby and OPEN
WHEN: April 8, early morning
WHAT: Breakfast comes before work.
WHERE: Outside Calvin's coffee shop.
RATING: Low?
Toby still had a little while before the start of his day. Surely some of the other analysts were getting to the lab early to work on the new and rather high profile case, but with no ballistics involved, it was business as usual for him. Crime didn't stop for one case though. There were still gang shootings, armed domestic disputes, accidents of all sorts, so it was business as usual with firearm testing and identification to be done.
Yet when it came to that case, Toby was more or less unaffected. He could see the strain in his coworker's faces, could almost taste their tension, but he hadn't been there. He wasn't like Corin, who was the first C.S.I. on the scene, and with who he had a drinking and dancing outing in the evening to help her unwind. He wasn't like Mal either, who had to photograph the scene and handled those images daily now, and who was visibly shaken during the lunch they had yesterday together. Though even if he was needed on the case, there would be some disconnect. Toby went out on the field, yes, and he did have to handle bodies now and then to assess bullet trajectories and work with the other field analysts, but back in the lab, it was him and the firearms. The human element was removed, even when it took human hands to make guns dangerous.
Not that Toby was an apathetic guy at all. He did feel for his friends and wanted to do anything he could for them. And he wondered how Eisen and Alex and Andy were doing. He felt as though he hadn't heard from them in a while. (Then again, a day could sometimes feel like a hundred years. Toby was always bad with passing time.) But when it came to cases... Maybe he figured out how to have professional distance? But it was more likely he was too distracted by things to dwell on the worst for long. What really got his nerves and heart going was a bomb call, but Boston was a small city, and those things weren't completely common.
All in all, he was allowed a little quiet (and even enjoyed it sometimes too) before his shift. The sunshine of the warm April morning was a convenience his friends couldn't exactly share, but he did his best to send some major good-vibes their way. And muffins. He'd surprised Cal with a big order of them from his coffee shop, and now sat at the table outside with the bag resting safely in his lap. Toby had already gobbled up the applefritter he ordered and was halfway through his coffee. There was one muffin out on the tabletop too, but the morsels plucked from it were being tossed at the sparrows and few pigeons that he'd attracted. Toby grinned at the sparrows' airborne agility, and he'd even managed to coax one to nab a crumb from his hand. Let it be known that he wasn't weary with all animals.