I was just about finished going over the new benefits packages with the rest of the unit when my phone buzzed with a message from Bones. Well, it was almost lunchtime. "Okay, kids, read this stuff over again, and if you have any questions about the technical crap, call Rosemarie in H.R. I am not going to look up when your benefits vest." I hate this part of my job. I mean, I love my desk jockeys, they do good work, and why not, they're mine, after all, but all this administrative crap takes way too much time. "Make sure you sign the sheet before you leave, and last one out come stick it on my desk," I said, standing and grabbing my jacket from the back of my chair. They nodded and started attacking the lunch I'd ordered in for them, so I headed back to my desk, flipping my phone open on the way. Nothing like free lunch to make sure everyone shows up for the meeting.
"Meeting Sully at diner at 1. 1:15?" Amazing. She'd actually done it? She must be really annoyed if she's willing to let me in on it, too. She hadn't mentioned anything this weekend while we'd been prowling around the rafters in one of the old abandoned warehouses I like to visit just to keep my hand in, so he must have called after Sunday. Skulking was definitely more fun when it involved watching Bones in tight black pants crawling in front of me. She was good at it, too, although that wasn't really a surprise, she was good at a whole hell of a lot of things. And she hadn't said anything more once she'd called me on the stalking thing, which of course left me squirming about exactly how much she knew I'd heard. Shit. What I used to think was a good habit about not talking about the "us" part of work was now backfiring on me, because I have no idea exactly what conversations of hers she thinks I know about. Well, I don't suppose it matters, if she hasn't kicked my ass yet.
"OK, 1:15," I typed back, and then flipped it shut as I rounded my desk. Hmm. What do I have that looks like open paperwork that I can bring her? I rooted around until I found something plausible. Oh, yeah, the motion to quash a confession we'd gotten a few months ago. We did need to meet with Caroline to talk about testimony, but that was tomorrow, and he didn't need to know we'd already talked about it between ourselves.
The phone read 12:45. Just enough time for a leak and a shave before I head out. Thank God I have my own bathroom in my office, the guys would rag on me no end wanting to know why I'm shaving at lunchtime. Because, "I'm shaving so I can look good while I go interrupt my partner during coffee with her ex?" Not stalkery at all.