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"Coffee, Tea, or Me, sir" line... someone else said it.
Catherine was getting sick of the warehouse, and was getting rather annoyed with Sark. So, she sent him out to watch the disc.
"Finally, I get some peace and quiet!" She thought, sitting down on top of the desk and retrieving her laptop from its case.
Waiting for it to turn on, she laid her head against the wall, and closed her eyes. When the computer beeped, she woke from her trance and began to log in. Out in the huge storage room, Sark sat slumped against one of the walls. He was napping, and therefore did not see Vaughn's foot go over the railing, or him hastily pulling it back over.
"Sark!" Catherine called from the side room.
Her accomplice did not reply, so Catherine headed out to the main room.
"Julian... Julian!" She called, coming out into the vast, nearly-empty room.
Sark finally awoke from his nap, and quickly stood up, brushing off imaginary dust from his clothes.
"Yes, Catherine?" He asked, coming up right beside her.
"I was just making sure that you weren't napping or anything." Catherine replied.
"Well, you know..." Sark vaguely began.
Catherine gave him a sideways glance. Down in the side room, where all of the tactical gear and Catherine's laptop were, a cell phone began to ring. The sound of Carmen drifted throughout the hallways.
Sark held back a laugh, as Catherine sprinted off down the hallway to answer the phone.
After she was out of sight, Sark started walking leisurely down the hall.
Catherine came back out of the room, the phone still in her hand, and started when she saw Sark.
A wicked grin, which he couldn't see, came across her face. Walking up to him, her smile became more generic and forced, and she asked, "Coffee, tea, or me, sir?"
Sark took a moment to respond before saying, "I was always partial to tea..."
Catherine stuck her tongue out at him, and then proceeded to head back into the room.
Sark shrugged, and followed her in.
Catherine was getting sick of the warehouse, and was getting rather annoyed with Sark. So, she sent him out to watch the disc.
"Finally, I get some peace and quiet!" She thought, sitting down on top of the desk and retrieving her laptop from its case.
Waiting for it to turn on, she laid her head against the wall, and closed her eyes. When the computer beeped, she woke from her trance and began to log in. Out in the huge storage room, Sark sat slumped against one of the walls. He was napping, and therefore did not see Vaughn's foot go over the railing, or him hastily pulling it back over.
"Sark!" Catherine called from the side room.
Her accomplice did not reply, so Catherine headed out to the main room.
"Julian... Julian!" She called, coming out into the vast, nearly-empty room.
Sark finally awoke from his nap, and quickly stood up, brushing off imaginary dust from his clothes.
"Yes, Catherine?" He asked, coming up right beside her.
"I was just making sure that you weren't napping or anything." Catherine replied.
"Well, you know..." Sark vaguely began.
Catherine gave him a sideways glance. Down in the side room, where all of the tactical gear and Catherine's laptop were, a cell phone began to ring. The sound of Carmen drifted throughout the hallways.
Sark held back a laugh, as Catherine sprinted off down the hallway to answer the phone.
After she was out of sight, Sark started walking leisurely down the hall.
Catherine came back out of the room, the phone still in her hand, and started when she saw Sark.
A wicked grin, which he couldn't see, came across her face. Walking up to him, her smile became more generic and forced, and she asked, "Coffee, tea, or me, sir?"
Sark took a moment to respond before saying, "I was always partial to tea..."
Catherine stuck her tongue out at him, and then proceeded to head back into the room.
Sark shrugged, and followed her in.