Author: Misstexan9821
Title: Comfort Zone
Rating: PG: just because
Show: Original Flavor L&O
A/N: Since this has caused some confusion in the past, this drabble is for the Thursday100 "Deadman" challenge (there were designated phrases from poetry to use) over at Livejournal, which is why it's so short. Just for the record, there is no death in this.
Ed shuffled into the squadroom. Like an old photo album, everything was familiar, comfortable: the faces, the colors, the cold cups of coffee on the dilapidated old desks.
"Where's Lieu?" Ed asked Lennie who was busy tapping and cursing at his computer.
"Crashing somewhere in New Guinea. She had a busy night last night," Lennie replied, still intent on the screen.
Everything Lennie said either had a sexual undertone or was sarcastic. He was always taking potshots at his colleagues; his comments had to be taken with a cup of sugar.
Anita staggered in, looking weary and fatigued. "Don was hit by a car last night," she whispered, tears welling in her eyes.
Ed sighed and moved to comfort her; "There's a new war every day."
Title: Comfort Zone
Rating: PG: just because
Show: Original Flavor L&O
A/N: Since this has caused some confusion in the past, this drabble is for the Thursday100 "Deadman" challenge (there were designated phrases from poetry to use) over at Livejournal, which is why it's so short. Just for the record, there is no death in this.
Ed shuffled into the squadroom. Like an old photo album, everything was familiar, comfortable: the faces, the colors, the cold cups of coffee on the dilapidated old desks.
"Where's Lieu?" Ed asked Lennie who was busy tapping and cursing at his computer.
"Crashing somewhere in New Guinea. She had a busy night last night," Lennie replied, still intent on the screen.
Everything Lennie said either had a sexual undertone or was sarcastic. He was always taking potshots at his colleagues; his comments had to be taken with a cup of sugar.
Anita staggered in, looking weary and fatigued. "Don was hit by a car last night," she whispered, tears welling in her eyes.
Ed sighed and moved to comfort her; "There's a new war every day."