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February
“I can’t believe it’s eleven already.”
“Do you want to go home?”
“No... Do you want me to?”
“No.”
“Back to work it is then.”
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January
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“Christopher Jacob Henley are you nervous?”
“What? No!”
Piper raised an eyebrow at him.
“...Ok maybe a little.”
She chuckled, rasping her knuckles against the door with just enough force to overcome the muffled music playing through the walls.
“This friend’s really into New Year’s, huh?” he said, fixating on the banner taped above the door.
“What she’s into is decorating.” Piper corrected with a smile, glancing over her shoulder. He didn’t make eye contact, instead choosing to lock eyes on the festive decoration. He let out a single controlled breath as he rocked his weight from one foot to the other. She couldn’t help but find this new jittery side of him endearing.
“You know… I’m really glad you’re here.”
Chris lost interest in the decor immediately, focusing instead on Piper’s face. “Yeah?”
“I only know two people here, it’ll be nice to have someone to be a stranger with.”
The thought seemed to comfort him.
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Piper stifled another yawn, taking a sip of her third cup of coffee that morning. “I know she’s Satan and everything,” she said, keeping a watchful eye on the door, “but what kind of monster makes someone wake up this early?”
Chris chuckled, rubbing his face in a desperate attempt to stay awake. “You know Dobson…” he sighed. “She’s getting desperate.”
“Having slumps in an investigation is normal. This? This is ungodly.”
“Not for her…” He responded, mouth pulled sideways. “It’s been months without a break, it’s starting to get to her.”
“I just don’t get why I have to be here.” Piper groaned into her mug. “You? Sure. But me? I’m not even allowed within 30 feet of the equipment.”
“Well someone’s got to get us more coffee.” Chris teased, nudging her with his shoulder.
Piper shot him a glare. “I just with I could do something.”
Chris glanced around the empty cafeteria. “You know…” he spoke, running his finger over the rim of his mug, “If it means that much to you I could probably slip you the notes on what we have so far.”
“Really?” Piper shot up, suddenly alert.
He nodded, smiling as Piper’s face lit up. “Off the record, obviously. We can tell her if you find anything; I doubt she’d give me hell if you helped make advances.”
Piper opened her mouth to respond, but stopped herself short as the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the hall.
Thank you. She mouthed, mind racing at the prospect of a second opportunity.
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“How do you do it?” Piper spoke, glancing in the old doctor’s direction to make sure she was out of ear shot.
“Do what?” Chris laughed, pulling his eyebrows together.
“Make her like you.”
“She doesn’t like me, she tolerates me... There’s a difference.”
“Whatever it is, I’d kill for it.”
“Oh c’mon it’s not sooo bad.” He chuckled. “We all had to start somewhere.”
“I guess…” she sighed, propping her cheek up with her fist. “It’s just…”
Just that I’ve already done this? That I’ve already gone through the trouble of climbing up the ladder and earning the respect of my peers? That I should’ve started with a leg up and an article under my belt?
“It’s just… what?” Chris asked, leaning into the table.
Piper shook her head slightly, pasting on a smile. “... Nothing, I guess you’re right.” She stood up, pushing away from the table. “Now if you’ll excuse me I have some gardening to do.” She laughed, distracting from his previous question.
“The work of a scientist is never done.” He chuckled in response.
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