Thanks for Ruining My Life? (Thomas)
Everything was going to hell. Fred was miserable and Dinah wasn't too happy with Jensen herself. Unfortunately, she was unhappy with him on a personal level which meant she still needed to be professional. She wasn't aware of his questions about her leadership abilities or else she would have wanted to talk about that.
No, instead she was out searching for the team's resident doctor/scientist. Hank hadn't been in his lab and he hadn't answered his comm or his phone. She'd tried dropping by his apartment and knocking on the door, but there was no answer there either.
She was doing her best not to panic and not to think the worst, but it was hard to think anything else when she knew that he had caught Eric's interest.
She had left messages everywhere, and she could only hope that he would respond to one soon. She'd even braved a computer to send an email, which was a huge step because she still loathed computesr. It hadn't been that long since she'd seen him, so she was trying very hard not to panic.
Trying, and all but failing.
In an attempt to keep her mind off her missing doctor, her heartbroken friend, and her own heartbreak, Dinah stopped by Fieri Brothers for some pasta. It was... very odd that the restaurant was here and even that the food tasted exactly the same as back home. But the staff was completely different. There was no Mr. Fieri here, no waitresses and cooks that were all related and part of one of those big Italian families. No friendly faces that knew her go-to order.
It was sort of like a jarring note in an otherwise familiar song. The City seemed to have nothing but those for her, and she was honestly not in the mood to be all too charitable.
All the same, the comfort food was better than no comfort at all so she was seated by herself at a table in the corner, trying to ignore the happy couples that suddenly seemed to be everywhere. Holding hands, stealing kisses over pasta and wine. It was something she maybe hadn't noticed during the brief time when things were going well with Harry, but now that that was all over she couldn't help but notice that nearly everyone in the City was paired off and apparently over the moon about it.
No, instead she was out searching for the team's resident doctor/scientist. Hank hadn't been in his lab and he hadn't answered his comm or his phone. She'd tried dropping by his apartment and knocking on the door, but there was no answer there either.
She was doing her best not to panic and not to think the worst, but it was hard to think anything else when she knew that he had caught Eric's interest.
She had left messages everywhere, and she could only hope that he would respond to one soon. She'd even braved a computer to send an email, which was a huge step because she still loathed computesr. It hadn't been that long since she'd seen him, so she was trying very hard not to panic.
Trying, and all but failing.
In an attempt to keep her mind off her missing doctor, her heartbroken friend, and her own heartbreak, Dinah stopped by Fieri Brothers for some pasta. It was... very odd that the restaurant was here and even that the food tasted exactly the same as back home. But the staff was completely different. There was no Mr. Fieri here, no waitresses and cooks that were all related and part of one of those big Italian families. No friendly faces that knew her go-to order.
It was sort of like a jarring note in an otherwise familiar song. The City seemed to have nothing but those for her, and she was honestly not in the mood to be all too charitable.
All the same, the comfort food was better than no comfort at all so she was seated by herself at a table in the corner, trying to ignore the happy couples that suddenly seemed to be everywhere. Holding hands, stealing kisses over pasta and wine. It was something she maybe hadn't noticed during the brief time when things were going well with Harry, but now that that was all over she couldn't help but notice that nearly everyone in the City was paired off and apparently over the moon about it.