are you brave enough to see
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allthatgoesBeth's fault. She asked for it, anyway. Sort of Lindsey/Kita, mostly just Kita's brain, featuring other people; 964 words.
Long days lead to longer nights.
Days that seem like they'll never end tend to lead to sleepless, uncomfortable nights, too, or at least they do if you're Kita MacGruder, who'd always had a problem like that. Once the day got weird enough and long enough she'd think too much. Kita couldn't sleep in two situations. Strange and potentially unsafe places, and moments when her brain was just too active to fight off the thoughts that wouldn't let her rest.
Lindsey had proved to be a huge help with both, in a surprising number of ways, whether it was the way he held her or touched her or just provided a safe and easy feeling of warm that she wasn't, really, entirely used to and never wanted to be, not to the point where it became commonplace and didn't make her smile every time.
It was something like four in the morning, though, and they'd been trying to either sleep or work all night, and by the time Spencer had gotten the fifteenth round of coffee and chamomile, depending on whether the takers wanted sleep or to try to work, Kita threw her pen across the table and proclaimed she'd had enough, really, and had never been more grateful they'd decided to stay at the London office a while longer.
(She knew they'd all done it for her; she didn't know how to thank them. She was just happy.)
Climbing into her car may not have been the best idea, considering how tired she was and how half her mind was still on work, and really none of it was on driving, but she could have gotten to Reston Place from the department office actually in her sleep, and as she drove she laughed at herself for leaving a conversation on UNDOC for a house belonging in part to one of the suspects in question at the meeting.
(She'd also insisted she hadn't seen anything even resembling black tar on the Mecatls' land except the literal kind in the parking lot – which was true, because no one was stupid enough to show her any. Everyone bought it, provided she left out the last part, and feeling horrible wasn't even a question anymore, because this was family, and oh god her career was screwed six ways to Tuesday but it was better than having Teyacapan decide she didn't like her anymore, again.)
It was something like four in the morning, though, and Kita couldn't very well just ring the doorbell and say "oh, hi, I came by for a visit because we'd finished with our work on the ITCIM and it turned into a conversation on the heroin trade and I didn't want to talk about it for obvious reasons, and by the way I really just wanted to sleep but none of us could and I'd like to curl up with Lindsey so he can hold me until I can rest. " The most logical thing to do, therefore, was something she knew they probably would all have approved of.
Pulling a pin out of her bun, she was just about to start to try to pick at the lock when, in a traditional Kita sort of way, she tripped a bit and put too much weight on the door, and it swung open and she nearly fell through it. Clearly, Kita had also forgotten the definition of the word 'crepuscular,' because it was something like four in the morning, closer to four-thirty, which meant that it was close to sunrise and everyone had just woken up, for the most part.
"– your door's unlocked," she blandly informed Jess and Marisa, who were sitting on the couch sipping what was probably cocoa as the black-and-furry version of Mina stretched out across the rug and splayed a paw at her in what was probably a greeting.
"Good observation," Jess laughed.
"Well, that's not really safe," Kita pointed out.
"And why isn't it?" asked Marisa. "We are all here."
... Kita couldn't really think of an argument for that.
"Where –" she began, having given up on the issue of the door, and that's when she simply stopped talking, because clearly Lindsey was right there, coming down the hallway from waking up himself, or getting something, or having been working and just stopped playing because he heard a noise, and he looked just a little surprised to see her at first, but only a little, because, she figured, he'd probably heard her come in –
And then Lindsey picked her up and carried her over to the couch to join the others, and she laughed a little. Laughter that turned into hysterical giggles as she was asked what she was doing there, why she had come by.
"I couldn't sleep," she told them all, "and thought I'd just sort of creep down the hall and climb into bed next to Lindsey, I didn't even think you might all be awake –"
"Because you didn't think," said Mina, who had apparently changed back (and gotten pants) while Kita was distracted by Lindsey.
"No," Kita admitted, "clearly I didn't."
"You don't need to be thinking," Lindsey informed her. "Not right now."
"I'm sure you'll be doing – I mean, you'll do – have I mentioned recently I hate you? – a fine job of making me stop."
He did, once they'd all had breakfast, which may or may not have been Kita's dinner.
She could get used to morning naps.
Long days lead to longer nights.
Days that seem like they'll never end tend to lead to sleepless, uncomfortable nights, too, or at least they do if you're Kita MacGruder, who'd always had a problem like that. Once the day got weird enough and long enough she'd think too much. Kita couldn't sleep in two situations. Strange and potentially unsafe places, and moments when her brain was just too active to fight off the thoughts that wouldn't let her rest.
Lindsey had proved to be a huge help with both, in a surprising number of ways, whether it was the way he held her or touched her or just provided a safe and easy feeling of warm that she wasn't, really, entirely used to and never wanted to be, not to the point where it became commonplace and didn't make her smile every time.
It was something like four in the morning, though, and they'd been trying to either sleep or work all night, and by the time Spencer had gotten the fifteenth round of coffee and chamomile, depending on whether the takers wanted sleep or to try to work, Kita threw her pen across the table and proclaimed she'd had enough, really, and had never been more grateful they'd decided to stay at the London office a while longer.
(She knew they'd all done it for her; she didn't know how to thank them. She was just happy.)
Climbing into her car may not have been the best idea, considering how tired she was and how half her mind was still on work, and really none of it was on driving, but she could have gotten to Reston Place from the department office actually in her sleep, and as she drove she laughed at herself for leaving a conversation on UNDOC for a house belonging in part to one of the suspects in question at the meeting.
(She'd also insisted she hadn't seen anything even resembling black tar on the Mecatls' land except the literal kind in the parking lot – which was true, because no one was stupid enough to show her any. Everyone bought it, provided she left out the last part, and feeling horrible wasn't even a question anymore, because this was family, and oh god her career was screwed six ways to Tuesday but it was better than having Teyacapan decide she didn't like her anymore, again.)
It was something like four in the morning, though, and Kita couldn't very well just ring the doorbell and say "oh, hi, I came by for a visit because we'd finished with our work on the ITCIM and it turned into a conversation on the heroin trade and I didn't want to talk about it for obvious reasons, and by the way I really just wanted to sleep but none of us could and I'd like to curl up with Lindsey so he can hold me until I can rest. " The most logical thing to do, therefore, was something she knew they probably would all have approved of.
Pulling a pin out of her bun, she was just about to start to try to pick at the lock when, in a traditional Kita sort of way, she tripped a bit and put too much weight on the door, and it swung open and she nearly fell through it. Clearly, Kita had also forgotten the definition of the word 'crepuscular,' because it was something like four in the morning, closer to four-thirty, which meant that it was close to sunrise and everyone had just woken up, for the most part.
"– your door's unlocked," she blandly informed Jess and Marisa, who were sitting on the couch sipping what was probably cocoa as the black-and-furry version of Mina stretched out across the rug and splayed a paw at her in what was probably a greeting.
"Good observation," Jess laughed.
"Well, that's not really safe," Kita pointed out.
"And why isn't it?" asked Marisa. "We are all here."
... Kita couldn't really think of an argument for that.
"Where –" she began, having given up on the issue of the door, and that's when she simply stopped talking, because clearly Lindsey was right there, coming down the hallway from waking up himself, or getting something, or having been working and just stopped playing because he heard a noise, and he looked just a little surprised to see her at first, but only a little, because, she figured, he'd probably heard her come in –
And then Lindsey picked her up and carried her over to the couch to join the others, and she laughed a little. Laughter that turned into hysterical giggles as she was asked what she was doing there, why she had come by.
"I couldn't sleep," she told them all, "and thought I'd just sort of creep down the hall and climb into bed next to Lindsey, I didn't even think you might all be awake –"
"Because you didn't think," said Mina, who had apparently changed back (and gotten pants) while Kita was distracted by Lindsey.
"No," Kita admitted, "clearly I didn't."
"You don't need to be thinking," Lindsey informed her. "Not right now."
"I'm sure you'll be doing – I mean, you'll do – have I mentioned recently I hate you? – a fine job of making me stop."
He did, once they'd all had breakfast, which may or may not have been Kita's dinner.
She could get used to morning naps.
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Date: 2007-04-21 05:20 pm (UTC)(And am horribly, horribly amused by the parking lot reference, considering Kita might have been lying there, too, because dude I don't even know if their parking lot is paved, it might just be gravel.)
Meanwhile it's about 1:15ish and Hans is going off to take her shower, having been kind enough to wait until I was done with mine so I wouldn't have been locked out of the room, and then when she's back and we're dressed and suchlike we're going to Sturbridge with hopeful faces and then we're going to drive down to see you, and depending on the timing there I might actually drive at or near the speed limit, instead of at Lindsey's speeds.
Revolutionary idea, I know, yes.
(But yes I love this, too, and think you ought to post it in the actual game at some point, possibly ... after we've finished the rest of the trip.)