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She was pissed off about the traffic. That's what she'll remember a few hours later when she's crying her eyes out in Garcia's arms. The last thought she had about Jonesy while he still drew breath on the planet was 'this had better be good ( Read more... )

It's late.

Probably somewhere past midnight, but she hasn't really noticed the moon's movement. Normally, after a good screw she falls right to sleep, but she's lying there instead, smelling Sam's skin and listening to him breathe as the night wears in.

So she lies still and lets time pass.

She can't even remember what month it is anymore.

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Miami isn't everything Clementine imagined it might be. It's a little grittier, a little less tropical, and there are lots of chicks running around in bikinis. Too much competition ( Read more... )

Clementine is only vaguely miffed that they have to pay for this room. It's a pretty good one - probably on the level of something Sam would get for a mission with Michael. The breeze is warm and inviting, and they have an entire beach all to themselves ( Read more... )

[OOC: Continued from here.]

Clementine's Milliways apartment looks like a hippie gift shop. There's a hookah, pillow-strewn couches, and a bunch of oil paintings of her dressed up in metal bikinis brandishing a sword.

She points at the sofa, tells Sam to sit down, and sits opposite him.

"Want to tell me why you have two names?" she asks.

Under different circumstances, Clementine would have been thrilled to be sitting next to Jones in her underwear. But at the moment - surrounded by the rest of her colleagues in a room at the medical examiner's office, waiting for the results of their MDT's - she was bored as all hell. She'd read the brochure in her hand preaching the importance ( Read more... )

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