Tamsin is torn from her restless sleep by her new cellphone ringing. Without opening her eyes, she feels around the nightstand for the phone, cursing under her breath as her bruised knuckles brush against the hard wood. Maybe that trip to the gym last night after leaving the doctor's was actuallynot such a good idea. She could have at least used the punching bags and not the lockers.
Looking at the caller ID, the valkyrie groans loudly and let's her head fall back against the pillow. She is totally committed to just ignoring this particular phone call, and almost let's it go to voicemail. But, she throws her hand out from under the blanket last second and answers the phone, probably sounding a little more breathless and annoyed than she meant to.
"It's 8 am on my only day off,doctor. What in the world couldn't possibly wait until a more reasonable time? Like noon?"
"I'm sorry, Tamsin", she can hear the laughter in her voice but at least Lauren sounds sincere, "I just wanted to let you know I've already completed the autopsy on your John Doe. Your report is ready to be picked up. I can call Dyson, if you'd prefer?"
The valkyrie groans again. She knows she should go back to sleep – she knows that this day off is well-deserved after the 70 hour work week she just struggled through, and she will never forgive herself if she actually gets up for something as foolish as picking up a report that Dyson could get much easier than she could. He even lives close to the compound where Lauren's fancy lab is. Yeah, she doesn't need to go. She won't. She deserves to go back to sleep.
"No, no that's fine. I don't want his paws all over my case. I'll be there in an hour."
True to her word, Tamsin pulls her car up to the compound almost exactly one hour later. Still half asleep and desperately needing a cup of coffee, the valkyrie slams her forehead down on the steering wheel (thankfully avoiding the horn) one time in an effort to get her head in the game. She needs to be cranked to 11 if she wants to put last night's embarrassment behind her. Avoiding the gaze of every fae in the building, Tamsin keeps her eyes on the ground as she walks to Lauren's lab. The doctor is in her usual spot at her computer, typing away and of course not noticing the visitor until Tamsin clears her throat loudly. Lauren looks up from her computer, still typing, and smiles at the valkyrie (who swears up and down that the increase in her heart rate is definitely due to the fact that the temperature in the lab seems to be getting higher by the second).
"Tamsin", Lauren says in greeting, still smiling. She raises from her work station and grabs the file that was sitting under her laptop. "I have the report here. You were right – there was definitely some fae involvement. I'm thinking a gachnar lead him to jump."
She accepts the file as Lauren walks closer and hands it to her, her fingers lingering a second longer than they should have, out of habit. Shit. The doctor actually blushes and looks away. Shit.
"Good, good", Tamsin says as she clears her throat and begins to read the file, "I'll get this to Dyson and we'll, uh, we'll take care of it. Thanks, doc."
"I actually got him a copy already. I faxed it to the precinct."
The valkyrie eyes the doctor up and down, surprised that she would fax him the file at all. Especially because it contains some pretty fae-heavy information – Lauren is usually more careful about that kind of stuff. One rule and all. As if the doctor actually senses Tamsin's distress, she smiles at her.
"He was standing right by the machine when I sent it. I know better."
Tamsin smiles back and nods quickly, gives her quick thanks, and turns on her heel to leave. That coffee needs to happen sooner rather than later. Also, maybe another trip to the gym is in order. Cause, you know, this case is pretty stressful. Yeah, definitely the stress.
"Wait, Tamsin", Lauren's voice causes the detective to turn slowly, "let me take you to breakfast. Since I woke you up so early on your day off."
Shit. No way. There is no way she is going to let the doctor take her to breakfast. That's a date type thing, that's not something you do with the girl you're just fucking, for fun, the girl you don't really care that much about, the girl that's looking at her with smiling and hopeful eyes. Not with Lauren. No way.
"Yeah, I guess that's fair."