Deciding to bottle her grief (and bottle the resulting guilt that comes with doing something she knows she shouldn't be), Lauren threw herself into her work. In the three weeks since Bo and her had broken up, the doctor had taken on more cases and done more research than she has in a long time. Today, she even managed to get straight through to lunch without a single tear. A few escaped in the break room, however, hushed and quickly wiped away with the back of her hand, but she'll take victories where she can get them these days.
Lauren is so immersed in her work that she doesn't hear the soft clicking of boots down the hallway leading to her office. She doesn't raise her head to acknowledge the soft knocks on her closed door, and doesn't notice when the taut figure of Tamsin fills the empty doorway, files in hand. She does, however, suddenly become painfully aware of the intruder when Tamsin behind to laugh. Loudly. Not being aware that the valkyrie was even there, Lauren spins around in her chair rather quickly to meet her with a shocked look on her face.
"Tamsin", she breathes out, more out of relief that it isn't Bo than anything else.
"What's up, Hotpants?"
"Hopan-", Lauren pauses and shakes her head. Kenzi. "Sorry that I didn't hear you come in. What can I do for you?"
The detective smirks and cocks her head to the side before walking up to Lauren and extending the red file folders to her.
"Got some street pizza from earlier today that Dyson wanted you to look at." Noticing Lauren's confused look, Tamsin elaborates. "This poor chump took a dive off a building in dark fae territory. And we have no idea why."
"I see." Lauren grabs the files from Tamsin, doing her best to ignore the gentle brush of soft fingertips against her palm, the subtle sweep of her body Tamsin's eyes do of her body.
Opening up the first of the few files, Lauren immediately makes note of things she needs to complete a thorough workup. If everything else in her life is falling apart, at least she can still doctor with the best of them.
"Could you ask Dyson to send the body here? I'm going to need a more extensive tox screen on this man - his hemoglobin looks off and there are certain breaks in his spinal column that aren't consistent with-"
"Okay, okay", Tamsin cuts her off, waving her hands in the air, "I get it. You need more. I'll tell the wolf man to send him over for you."
Lauren smiles, all too used to her tangents being ended for one reason or another. Someday, she'll learn to curb her desire to explain literally everything. Nodding, she goes to hand the files back to Tamsin. The valkyrie declines, pushing them back at her.
"Keep them. Look them over and bring them by The Dal later, alright doc? Around 8."
Lauren raises an eyebrow at her, but places the files on her desk.
"Alright. I'll see what I can gather from them and return them to you tonight."
"It's a date."
Tamsin winks, and before the doctor can formulate a reply, she's gone.