Waking was a rather interesting experience. The last thing she remembered was Jane hugging her, letting her find solace in the contact of another who understood. Now it seemed that she was lying full length on her couch, comfortably tucked under a blanket.
The rich smell of coffee had been what awoken her, it caressed her senses and promised a proper wake up call if she could only reach out and take it. her eyes fluttered open, fighting against her desire to simply fall back asleep. The blanket was coarse, but she was incredibly comfortable, and it took her sleepy brain a few moments to realise that it was the same blanket that she'd put over Jane. That she'd tucked him in with.
Her brain kicked into high gear and she sat up quickly, intending on discovering what the hell had happened when her eyes happened to wander over her desk.
It was organised. The files she'd been sorting and filling out were meticulously ordered and place neatly in a pile. Whilst the act wasn't totally altruistic, he'd been after a chance to look through her files for a little while now, it was still nice of him. a faint smile curved her lips and she reached out for the coffee, closing her fingers around her favourite black mug.
The coffee itself was perfect, exactly the right amount of milk and sugar that she liked. Though that hadn't been too much of a surprise, he had watched her make it at least a dozen times, so he'd have picked up on her coffee habits by now. but it still made her feel a little special.
It took only a few moments for the coffee to work it's magic. To put a spring back in her step and give her the awareness required to stand up. it also gave her the clarity to realise what the rumour mill, that was so prevalent in any work group, would say if she were found wearing the same clothes that she was yesterday. Which is why it was a very good thing that she kept a spare set of clothes in her bottom drawer. This wasn't the first time she'd fallen asleep at work, nor was it the first time she'd needed to change whilst here. she locked the door and changed as quickly as she dared.
Patrick had left her coffee, had tucked her in on her couch and made her as comfortable as he could. Could it be her hard-nosed consultant actually did something nice for her?
She assured herself, with a quick check in the mirror, that she doesn't look like she'd spent last night sprawled out on her couch before opening her door and stepping out into the bustling room.
It was a normal day, people dashing back and forth, jovial conversation like a pleasant low hum over the whole place. She could catch fragments of conversation, bits and pieces of stories, but it all ended up as a kind of amalgamation of noise. As she crosses to the kitchen to rinse out her coffee mug she spots Jane sipping from his tea and chatting with Grace. As if he can sense her he glances up from his conversation, creating a void that Rigsby seems only too happy to quickly fill in.
Instead of the smug smile or slight mocking she expected, she received instead a look of concern, it seemed to ask 'Are you okay?'
She smiled, 'yes. thank you'.
Though no words had actually been spoken, he seemed to receive the message loud and clear because he lifted his cup in the tiniest of salutes before drinking from it again.
Authors note: O.O i am so sorry for the delay, i haven't had much chance to write, a very good friend of mine was admitted to hospital and so i've been spending my time with her. but have no fear ;) i haven't forgotten you guys, and a new update will be up much sooner this time, i promise :D
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