Nova Warden | Jenny Quantum (quantumspirit) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2012-12-22 08:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | nova warden, yaakov rozzarian |
Who: Nova Warden and Yaakov "Jacob" Rozzarian
What: You never call, you never write and hey, congrats on the promotion!
Where: Jacob's office
When: Friday, December 21st
Warnings: Language? (From Nova >_>)
There were a lot of questions one didn't ask Nova Warden.
"What is THAT?"
"Why are there footprints on the ceiling?"
"Are those pants in the dishwasher?"
And the most dangerous of them all...
"What are you doing here?"
The issue wasn't Nova's inability to answer, no, she had answers, Nova always had answers, they just weren't the kind that anyone wanted to hear. Ever. She wasn't expecting any of those questions now. Jacob was unflappable in a way that no one else was and that was why Nova had endeared herself to him after that assignment they had worked together on all those years ago.
Technically she didn't have the clearance to be in the building let alone on this floor but what did that matter? Getting past security and being where she wasn't supposed to be was her job. Hell, she had even stuck out like a sore thumb amongst all the suits and skirts because why bother to change into anything but a t-shirt and jeans when breaking into a federal building to see an old friend.
No alarms sounded, no one stopped her and eventually Nova found herself in Jacob's empty office. He was in the building, that much she knew. When he'd be back here was anyone's guess and while waiting wasn't her favorite thing to do Nova took the seat behind the desk and busied herself with going through drawers and waited.
And waited.
And waited some more.
When she finally did fall asleep it was with her feet up on the desk, chair tilted back and a manilla folder covering her face.