Disclaimer: Alas, I don't own a thing, except for possibly the bumbling security guard. And the dvd. I bet it would sell for a lot on Ebay.
It had been such an easy, average day. That was what Dr. Camille Saroyan would remember later. Had been, being the key words, until she was approached by a passingly familiar uniformed figure.
"Dr. Saroyan?" the security guard spoke as soon as he saw he'd been noticed. The man had paused just inside her office, barely clearing the doorway. His eyes landed on her face only momentarily before flicking away to skim over the framed diplomas behind her.
"Mr. Michaels, what can I do for you?" Cam arched an eyebrow as the man continued to avoid eye contact. "A...security matter perhaps?" she prompted impatiently.
A lone hand stuck out into mid-air, a shiny CD case in its grasp. "Ma'am, I hate to have to even have to bring this up, but It happened again."
"It?" Cam questioned as she stood and strode around her desk. Taking the case, she looked down to see not a CD but a DVD. "It happened again?!"
"Yes, Ma'am. Same location."
"I'll kill them," she muttered before brushing roughly past the guard.
"Dr. Saroyan, wait! It wasn't - "
The words met only a quickly retreating back and an impatiently waved hand. "I'll take care of it, Mr. Michaels. You can return to your station!"