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Please direct all future Meghan Markle/Rachel Zane requests to my personal.

Thank you :)

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Him?

She was nauseous. From the tip of her toes to the frizzy hair on her head, hair she desperately brushed at with her fingers in attempt to keep her hands busy doing anything other than shaking. Lauren couldn't breathe, the intense pain in her chest spread to her abdomen and she braced herself against anything she could, teeth biting down on lip as she keeled over and tried to take deep breaths, waiting outside the coffee shop.

She could have tried and ignored the persistent calls forever but Lauren just had to go and listen to the messages, the ones that said they were ready to bring her in, have her ID a face. When she finally got up enough courage to talk to them on the phone the man had told her she'd find closure, that it was almost over; Lauren did everything she could not to scoff over the phone. The scars on her face were gone, little scabs easily covered by makeup, the gash on her arm left a swollen raw scar that she'd gotten stitches replaced in a week ago, it too was easy to cover up with a long sleeve, sweater or jacket. The pain between her legs had grew dull and she no longer wept at every noise around her, but when she closed her eyes...every night as she lay in bed, covers wrapped under her feet and blankets pulled to her chin she saw the face and so she stared, she stared at the ceiling keeping eyes open as long as she could. Some nights she stared without drifting off, others she found herself soundly asleep only to wake screaming in the middle of the night. 

Closure, he'd said. Putting this man behind bars would give her closure--and yes, maybe it would, but that pep in her step...that drive that had gotten her to the EP seat of ACN Morning...that was gone and Lauren wasn't sure she'd ever get that back--and with that she agreed to come in, but she caved and admitted that she couldn't do it alone. She didn't want to. So breathless and uncomfortable, she waited for Hadley.

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Review garciniaextra on the morning show!!

...Dr. Oz is coming on in March, for our diet segment unless everything has changed while I've been away, I'll be sure to have a question about diet pills thrown in there. 

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Text: Hadley

Lauren: Coffee sounds great.

Lauren: 3?

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I must say, I am still having quite the time adjusting to the new surroundings. They have not even give me office space at Columbia and I do believe earlier today while trying to locate my office I nearly stumbled into the women’s loo, so I do apologise for not making myself known to everyone sooner, while I found my footing.

I’m Colin Tennant, the new Executive Producer for your finance programmes.

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It's a pleasure to meet you Colin, I'm Lauren. Welcome to ACN.

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Voicemail: Hadley

Lauren: Hey Hadley, it's me. They, uh, the police. I talked to them today. Just now. They want me to come in and identify *long pause* and see if I recognize any of the...Anyway I was just calling because you told me I coul...because I wanted to know if you would, maybe, I don't know, come with me. Anyway. Call me back. It's Lauren, by the way. Bye.

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Time to face the music, or whatever that stupid god damn saying is // Hadley & Lauren

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Hadley had reluctantly gone off to take a work call and get a cup of coffee and when she returned, she went off in search of Lauren. Her father was sitting with Eddie, so she knew that she had a bit of time, finding comfort in the fact that someone she trusted was there while she took a few moments to take care of herself and other things going on.

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to tell that her friend was upset, so she walked over and sat beside her. For a moment, she was quiet. And then reached to touch Lauren’s shoulder. “Hi,” she said softly. “What’s wrong?”

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She hadn't noticed Hadley until the touch of her shoulder, and with a visible jerk she snapped out of her thoughts and threw on a smile as her friend sat at her side. Lauren's shoulders drew up and she tensed. "Nothing." She lied, because Hadley had more than enough on her plate and because Lauren was really bad, obviously--as per previous experience, at letting people in when she needed them most.  She looked toward the phone that lay under a waiting room chair and sucked in lower lip and watched as with a shrug hair fell off her shoulders, the ends dancing against florescent lights before, with one swoop of her fingers, she combed them back behind her ear and sighed, gritting teeth and looking back toward Hadley. "The police keep calling. They left messages about..." Lauren shook her head. "I just don't want to," another sigh, "I can't go back to that place I was in a couple weeks ago, it was ba...I just can't."

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Time to face the music, or whatever that stupid god damn saying is // Hadley & Lauren

Twenty three missed calls and twelve new messages; they all came from the same number. New York Police Department. She'd been purposefully avoiding her phone the last couple of weeks, and if she was honesty, she was avoiding reality as a whole. With everything that had happened, everything that was still happening, it was easy for Lauren to lose herself in others tragedy, to busy herself with their grief and attempt to do everything for everyone instead of focusing on the one thing she couldn't bare to focus on. If she focused on it she turned into that fetal positioned body on the floor, twitching at every sound and crying when the lights went out, or when it rained. If she focused on, Lauren was afraid that she'd lose herself again and it wasn't that she'd made miraculous progress. She wasn't coming out of the entire situation healed and ready to take on the world, but she didn't cradle arms around herself as she held a conversation with someone, and she didn't run away at the sign of human contact. Yes, she may have avoided using elevators and ran down stairwells clutching her phone, but Lauren could breathe without crying and she liked to think of it as a good step, or at least a couple steps, in the right direction.

She carefully traced what remained of the scars on her face, almost invisible now, unless you looked really closely. The scar on her arm still swelled with a dull red color and she'd done research, while sitting on the floor of hospital hallways, about getting laser treatment on it, eventually. Thumb tentatively pressed against the colored screen and Lauren finds herself wincing as she presses phone to her ear.

' Miss Sykes. This is the New York City Police Department we have some news about your case--'

Lauren draws away from the phone and quickly switches to her next missed voice mail.

'Miss Sykes. This is officer Reynolds with the New Y--'

She finds herself throwing the phone across from her, it lands with a thump and she buries her face in her hands, letting out a long frustrated groan before perching chin on crossed hands and returning her gaze to the slow bustle of the waiting room around her. 

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Feelin’ good today. Feeling real good.

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Yay?

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Admittedly, it gets a little fuzzy when you then address the concept of not wanting to talk verbally.

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You again.

It really should come off much less fuzzy. Clearly I'm doing something wrong.

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Headphones = I am not the mood for a conversation. Is that really so hard?