[with needs_a_leash] worn thin

[lena_mccoy]

For all shoreleave was wonderful, it always seemed to lead to a backlog in paperwork. And, well, chemical leaks in the labs were never very much fun. Put them together and Lena hadn’t been out of Sickbay in what was pushing forty-eight hours. Around the thirty hour mark, the worst of the crisis dealt with, she’d been talked into a few hours of

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[needs_a_leash]

Jim, of course, was very aware of how much time Lena was spending in her office (or at least, he knew it was a lot, but he wasn't aware of the ridiculous amount until Christine filled him in), and he did not approve of how hard Lena was working without giving herself much of a break. So when he'd finished his own shift, he went down to find Lena in her office, leaning against the doorframe as he looked in on her.

"Y'know, there's such a thing as working too much, Bones," he said smoothly, grinning softly at her.

[lena_mccoy]

Lena jumped a bit when Jim spoke -- clearly having had too much coffee -- and scowled as she looked up at him. "And then there's such a thing as having too much work to do, regardless of whether you've worked too much or not.

[needs_a_leash]

Jim moved into the room, behind her chair, and leaned over to get a look at what was spread in front of her. "Some of this stuff could wait," he pointed out, looking over at her.

[lena_mccoy]

"But it shouldn't," she countered, turning a little to look at him.