Bent over her computer, Velma Dinkley was captivated by her work before her. Huddled over her laptop resting on the desk in her room, her face as illuminated by the screen as she typed away at the document she was compiling. They had gotten back home after a rather complex mystery that they had stumbled across, and the bookish woman wanted to make sure her paperwork was in order before sending to the local authorities that arrested the criminals, and for her own personal records.

She had been so caught up in the words that she was tweaking and making sure their accuracy... that she didn't notice the creeping form that had crossed her room silently and was inching up behind her.

"Got'cha!"

Reaching around Velma, a voice rang out behind her as a pair of hands came out of nowhere and moved to tickle the surprised brunette.

Twisting sharply, Velma moved out of gut reaction to the sudden onslaught. Swinging a well-placed elbow at the 'attacker' out of instinct. Though her mind processed that she was at home, safe, and this was most likely one of the gang... She had just been recalling the monster that had tried to capture them, so her spook reflex was higher than normal. And as smart as her brain was, it sometimes had trouble keeping up with her self-preservation reactions. After all, it kept her safe all these years.

But her elbow didn't land on its intended target, instead it was caught lightly in the grip of her best friend and terror, Daphne Blake. The older woman knew that she could be walking into a land mine, surprising Velma like that. So, she was prepared for the elbow that came swinging at her suddenly. It wasn't the first time the elbow had been flung her way, but most of the time as long as she knew it was coming, could she block it in time. Mostly.

"Hiya Velma. Nice Elbow!" Letting it go, Daphne grinned innocently at her friend. Peering around the woman to look at her laptop as if nothing had happened. "What'cha working on?"

Seeing who it was, Velma tried to calm herself down from the bristling feeling she had at the scare. Mentally grumbling slightly at the fact that her elbow didn't actually hit her, to maybe deter the Daphne from doing things like that. But Velma didn't want to actually hurt Daphne, and well... She knew that a small hit probably wouldn't have stopped her anyway. She knew the woman too well, that such a thing wouldn't faze her from being a butt sometimes. So, all Velma could do was sigh and shake her head at her friend.

"I was just trying to get my paperwork in order to send to Sargent O'Conner about the case. I know it's not really needed, since they make their own files. But I like trying to help them out with the most information I can, to make sure these guys get put away."

Nodding Daphne agreed. "Keeping them off the streets is good. How much time do you have left till you're done?"

Shifting back to the laptop, Velma scrolled through her work. Mentally scrolling with it, to see if she had gotten all her points out that she wanted too, and covered everything she thought would be beneficial.

"Well, it looks like all my points are down. I just need to flush some points out, add on files from the mystery, fix grammar, spelling and any punctuation I missed... Then one more look over before I print it out, get it ready for mailing. And email a second copy in case."

It was good to provide a physical copy, as well as digital ones.

"How long have you been at this?" Daphne wondered, knowing Velma could easily get caught up in things for hours on end. And if that was the case... She would take advantage of it.

Thinking about it, Velma had to think back to when she had started her work. They had gotten home three days before. The first day is normally a KO day for the group, usually crashing as soon as they got to the house. Especially if they had been driving, or had to cross several time zones to get back to home sweet home. Day two could been a bleed over from the day before, again depending on how crazy things had been. But usually by the third day, they were pretty much back to normal. And so, she had started her paperwork the night before, trying to make sure she got down everything before she forgot anything important. (Ignoring her normal, on site notes that she tried to keep between down times of being chased, finding clues and such.) And eventually she had to crash last night and woke up that day, to continue her work. If she just was just calculating today...

"Hm. I think only about seven hours since I got up at eight am. Though I did stop for lunch... I think"

Stopping, Velma tilted her head to the side and scrunched her face in thought as she tried to recall if she had eaten that day, or what she was remembering was just the night before. Sometimes when she really got into something, it was hard for her to keep track of things like 'eating', and 'time passage'.

"Then I think you are time for a break." Daphne declared, giving her head a strong single nod.

"But... But..." Velma tried to vainly argue against the red head. But she knew that look, and was going to be forced for this break if she liked it or not. Though it was better that it was just her, and not the whole gang dragging her out of her room. She hadn't been THAT bad... yet.

It might not be bad for me to get something to eat... I wonder if Shaggy has any leftovers in the kitchen?

Leaning over Velma as she was distracted with her own thoughts, Daphne reached her longer arms over the woman's own shoulders. Stealing her mouse and keyboard, Daphne looked over the work and well was impressed. It was a decent amount of work for only two days, big word and page count, and it was well organized. Her inner journalist approved, but didn't deter her from her mission.

Taking a moment to realize what program Velma was using, Daphne easily found the save button. Knowing well enough that Velma was a persistent saver, she didn't have to mess with Velma's folders or file naming conventions. Personally, having her own laptop well organized and just the way she liked it. She didn't want to do anything to Velma's laptop. Hitting the save button, she then released the mouse and keyboard back to its original owner.

"Alright, now that it's saved. You're coming with me!"

Wide eyed, Velma flailed as Daphne pulled her off her chair and moved the two of them through the house. It seemed that Daphne was not going to just be content to make her get something to eat, but had an ulterior motive to her sudden appearance to Velma. And she was moving towards the front door with purpose!

"Wait! I'm not dressed to go outside."

Velma whined, trying to tug against the grip on her arm. Daphne stopped long enough to look the woman over, dressed in her nice red pajama pants that the woman had gotten her as a gift, and a simple orange t-shirt. The pants were pretty common, and Daphne had seen worse outfits on people walking around normally. So, she saw nothing wrong with what Velma was wearing. Just different then Velma's normal skirt and turtle neck combo.

"Oh shush, you look fine. Come on!"