Author's Note, Dedication, and Disclaimer: This story will be composed of a series of unconnected one shots of varying length, genre and subject matter. Most will focus on the friendships between various groupings of the four recurring Lewis characters. This story is affectionately dedicated to prosfan, for whom many of these were specifically written awhile ago (although I am only just now getting around to posting them) and who never fails to make me smile. Finally, I don't own Lewis.
Breakfast
10:30 a.m. Jim's still lying asleep on Lewis's sofa, after yet another Saturday night of intense drinking and even more intense conversation. Robbie can't really blame his sergeant; the case they've just closed was exhausting for both of them. In fact, Lewis is a little relieved that his sergeant appears to have slept so peacefully; the poor lad tends to have nightmares over cases less disturbing than this one.
Lewis's empty stomach rumbles loudly, and he worries for a moment that he might have woken Hathaway. It hasn't.
Best to let James rest for a bit longer. In the meantime, Lewis will scoot out to the grocery store to pick up some bacon and eggs for the two of them to enjoy when Hathaway wakes up.