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Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, despite her valiant attempts to keep herself from doing such.  Too much stillness caused this.  She willed the coffee pot to hurry up and deliver the goods.  It did not make it fill any faster.  To keep herself busy she started wiping down counters, washing dishes left behind and it wasn't long before she was on her hands and knees scrubbing the floor.

The beeping of the pot woke her out of her trance.  She blinked, sitting up and realizing what she was doing.  She tossed the sponge she had been using onto the floor before washing her hands.  She took down two mugs.  One for herself.  One for Andrew.  It wasn't like she had ever sat down and had coffee with the guy before.  She had been too wrapped up in her own issues to even try to get along with everyone.  But at least he had been nice.  Maybe if she had been nicer.  She swiped new tears from her face before slapping her cheeks.

After filling the two cups, she grabbed her scarf and wrapped it around her neck.  It did not take long for her to carry the two cups up to the rooftop.  The chilly, winter morning air bit at her cheeks and nose.  The sudden sunlight and cold caused her to release a sneeze dumping a bit of coffee onto the pebbled roof.  With a sniff she approached the edge of the roof and set Andrew's cup down before she sipped from her own.  The dark liquid burned her tongue and warmed her insides while she watched life below.

Bobbi set her cup down and pulled on a pair of fingerless gloves from her pockets.  The next item to appear was her pack of cigarettes and her zippo.  Flick.  Flick.  Flame appeared and she inhaled the carcinogens with delight.  Tucking away her lighter she gazed up at the clouds making their way across the great big blue.

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He heard the door open and turned his gaze from the book.  He expected to see Bobbi marching her way around the corner and telling him to hurry up.  This did not happen, instead, a familiar voice accosted his ears and his whole body stiffened.  He narrowed his eyes, listening carefully.  He hoped his trained ears would be able to pick up the faint sound of the other person's voice but he had no such luck.

Slowly he closed his book, ensuring to mark the page before he did so and set it on the chair as he stood.  Despite his large frame, he had been taught the finer points of stealth.  He managed to make his way closer to Gardner, hoping to glean more information from this conversation.  He would have to find Watts later and see if he could tap the boss' phone.  Who in the world was she talking to?  It was obvious who she was speaking about, and rather unkindly too.  Wes' dislike for the woman grew.