> "Don't do this often do you," she asked Derek. Having seen Claire and
Brady
> snap the things together with the peripherals ...well like Julia was
doing.
>
> "Not, if I don't have to," he admitted.
>
> NM:
> Julia scooted her chair to the side so he could bring another one over
> before moving hers back enough to give her room to reach for the main line
> under the desk and hold her other hand up "Hand me the cable would you?"
>
> Derek handed it to her and she hooked it up before lifting her head again
> and biting back a curse when she hit the back of it against the desk
drawer
> and sat back up rubbing it, grumbling and hitting the power button. The
> whap raised the level of a slight headache she had been ignoring. She
would
> have said a choice word but stopped.
>
> "Oh," she added "Jonathon says lunch will be ready in a few minutes."
>
> She looked at Sam for a brief moment and pointedly, to the woman, at the
> bare distance between Derek and Owens. Any more closer and the woman
would
> be sitting in Derek's lap!
>
>
> Reese looked at the trio and then at Milo, grinning wryly and, unknown to
> her, very much like a grin Milo was oft to fire off in similar situations
> "I think it would be in our best interests to go... look at a garden if
you
> have one?"
>
Kat:
"We do," Kat exclaimed, she'd been standing idly by and was glad for
something to do. "I'll show you," she started towards the door. "I'm kat,"
she added and headed out towards the garden.
Derek:
"Kat," he called after her. "Show them the way, but come back inside," he
ordered. He'd promised Milo privacy, which would be hard to get with Kat
chattering away.
Kat;
"All right," she called over her shoulder, though she wasn't happy about it.
She led them outside and too the table where she'd been drawing. The
crayons had been packed away and the box sat neatlly on top of the paper
she'd been drawing on. Both were set aside and the table had been set for
two.
Inside:
Sam watched them leave. "She's cute," she said to Derek. "Is she yours?"
Derek:
Derek felt as though she was, even if she wasn't. "No, the daughter of a
friend," he explained.
Sam:
Sam was a little relieve, but as long as he wasn't married that wouldn't
have mattered. She had spotted, though it really was not promenently
displayed at all, one of Derek's degrees, Oxford, now that was interesting
indeed. She leaned forward resting her elbows on the table. "So, you're
not married?"
Derek:
Derek cleared his throat, "no."
Sam:
"I was once," she said absently. "Not all it's cracked up to be at least
not that time."
Derek:
"Really? I'm afraid I wouldn't know."
Sam:
Sam was a little stunned, a confirmed bachelor at his age? Wow, that was
unusual.
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