A/N another chappy done, have plenty more on the way, enjoy!
He reached the door to the crypt about the same time she did and held it open for her. "You sure you're OK?" He asked again as she rummaged through her purse until she pulled out a small bottle.
"Fine, but if you're down here, can you get me a glass of water?" He nodded and filled up a small cup. She fished out a pill and gulped it down quickly. She picked up a file with her good arm and flipped it open.
"Anything you need?" He asked, genuine concern written on his face.
"I'm fine, really." She told him for the third time. "Just having a bad day." she gave him a quirky half smile trying to get the other side of her body to work. "You guys were doing pretty good, go back there and don't do anything that's going to force me to say bad things about you." He smiled and headed for the door. "I do, however-" She started and he turned around, "Want that file before tomorrow morning, hand delivered if it has to be."
He nodded and walked out, leaving her alone with the files. This time the feeling took even longer to come back and she frowned in annoyance. That was never a good thing, most of the time it only lasted a few minutes. Then again, eleven hours on a plane and she should have had a script.
The aspirin took it's time kicking in and it helped fight off the pins and needles that came as feeling returned. She knew that she needed something else, but her insurance wouldn't kick in for another two weeks at the start of the next month and she couldn't afford a doctors visit and the price of a prescription, at least not until her second paycheck. What little she had had gone to renting her apartment at the thousand dollar plane ticket. Her only choice was to grin and bear it.
She turned to the file before her, giving it her full concentration, not noticing the clock until it was already almost half an hour past when she was supposed to be there. She got up, and walked out, barely noticing someone come up behind her in the parking garage. "You alright?" The voice asked, and she laughed.
"Is that all you docs know how to say?" She questioned, turning around to see Jordan heading for her car as well.
"Yeah, well, those clipboards make a hell of a lot of noise when you drop them. Almost gave us a heart attack." She laughed again.
"Just fine, just freeze up every now and then." she got into her car, noticing the doctors stunned expression.
"You have a Rolls?" She looked at her car.
"Just the body." She had spent her last few dollars in paying to have the car shipped out, she'd had the car for ages and refused to get rid of it. "The guts in it have changed a few times. Got it for next to nothing cause it was in horrible shape. My brother fixed it up and when he moved back to the city gave it to me." She turned the ignition and rolled down the window. "I already told Macy that I want that report tonight, I don't care how I get it. Cavanaugh nodded and walked to her car. "See you tomorrow." She called to the retreating form.
"Bye." The doctor called, getting into her own car as she sped off.