neil & meredith, ocean's 11. Who: Neil & Mere What: Catching up at home. Where: Penthouse, the Venetian. When: Fuzzy timelines say recently. After Micah stuff. Warnings/Rating: Probs none.
Neil knew he'd been busy lately, and he couldn't in good conscience blame it on work. Because, quite frankly, it wasn't work. It was Sam and Micah, trying to hunt the man down without success, worrying about her-- even worrying about Louis too. So much worrying. And, too, he was trying to find suitable people for the facility, money doled out to ensure security and diligence when it came to keeping Loren and Micah and anyone like them away from Sam. So far, though, he'd managed to dodge the worst of the questions. Not that he was lying, exactly; he wasn't a criminal. He just had... connections. Sometimes he did favors to keep those connections strong, simply speaking.
And now, a lull. He was meeting Sam for breakfast in a few days, and the group home she was residing it was as safe as he could make it. Louis had agreed to see a doctor. And Micah... well, they would catch him sooner or later. Finally, Neil felt like he had a moment to breathe.
None of this was fair to Meredith, he knew. But she'd been incredibly patient and understanding, which he was grateful for. He really was. And he hoped that, maybe, bringing home dinner for a quiet night in was a start to showing just how grateful he really was. Not just for her patience, but for her. He let himself into the penthouse, bags in hand, and shrugged off his jacket.