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Dec 26, 2009 18:57

There hadn't been a single word from Ford ever since that last time when Francis had found Sarah in the Nexus, and dragged her home for dinner. Not a word, no update on the case, not a single sign of life.

So go figure when there's a text message arriving to Sarah's phone close to midnight.
'I'm bored. Fancy a beer?'

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walksthewalk December 26 2009, 18:03:34 UTC
Sarah had been... if not busy, then something like it. In any case, she'd eventually stopped visiting the Nexus entirely, focusing her time and attention instead on things at home. After all, the Nexus wasn't really the place for a New Orleans cop, or a cop of any kind.

Ford's case had taken a back seat to the cases she had to work on locally, and before too long, she'd nearly forgotten all about it. Until she got a text around midnight from someone she hadn't spoken to in months.

'You know what time it is, asshole?' she texted back, not bothering to hide her crooked little smirk. 'Of course I fancy a beer. Your place or mine?'

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killer_saver December 26 2009, 18:07:19 UTC
Ford had been busy as well, and actually made some degree of progress on the Luci-case. He just hadn't updated her or anyone else about it.

'Well aware. Been waiting for it to be suitably late just so I can annoy you. Mine.' He counted on her having stored the PIN coordinates.

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walksthewalk December 26 2009, 18:11:17 UTC
She rolled her eyes and levered herself up out of bed, wincing when her back protested. Bad enough that her leg had been giving her trouble; now her back was joining in the party as well. Eventually she gave up waiting for anything to stop hurting and just got up, got dressed, and found her PIN through a fog of pain.

'On my way. I think.'

She'd save further griping at him for when she actually got there; it wasn't any fun to complain through texts.

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killer_saver December 26 2009, 18:15:12 UTC
He didn't reply to that text, even if a few choice comments came to mind. It was much more fun to argue with her in person.

Francis was off to bed already, which left the house silent. The TV was on, but muted. The only sounds was from Ford, himself, as he went into the kitchen to fetch a couple of beer bottles along with two glasses.

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