( the hike had been a really nice afternoon, especially considering it had been a while since she'd actually hiked with someone, getting a perspective that she wasn't used to on a familiar route had made her stop and look. the conversation had been fun, and comfortable, and it'd made her look forward to this night even more. she'd looked over the menu, sending over her order (aromatic duck and a side of rice), trying not to then count down the hours to when her shift ended.
a shift that ended up running late, something emergent needing extra hands before she'd managed to get away. she'd showered and changed at the hospital, hoping to get back before he arrived, though seeing the man outside her apartment door said otherwise )
I am so sorry.
( phones, adrienne, they're a thing, let someone know you're running late instead of hoping )
[If Gabriel had a judgment to lay down about someone else being late then he'd truly be the pot calling the kettle black. He was chronically late, for just about everything.
She probably knew the personality type; if you want them there at three you had better tell him it starts at two, perhaps even quarter past one, just to be sure.
So when he got there and she wasn’t there yet he graciously accepted it. He could wait. Especially for someone like Adrienne. He knows he only just met the other, but it was already different than what he’d experienced before in a few ways. I mean just finding someone to venture out of the city for an afternoon to go hiking was a stretch. But it had been one of his favourite past times for a long while that he hadn’t really had the chance to do in some time. His dog, traditionally his hiking partner, unable to join him for some time. So he had jumped at the chance to get out and stretch his legs, as it were.
Besides, be was rather good at entertaining himself admittedly. Placing the food in his leather satchel he carried with him at all times as another layer of protection from the and settled down into a crouching position on the sidewalk, back against the brick of her building, and slung on his headphones to get lost in his music. So much so that he's in his own little world when the other finally arrives. Only taking notice when she addresses him the second time.]
( although when she pulls her phone out with keys and sees what time it is she winces a little -- it had been busy on her way back and the route not as quick as it could have been.
she pushes open the main door, leading them in the building and up to the first floor to where her apartment was. it was a temporary place, something she'd rented after returning to new york a few months ago. she was still deciding whether she'd stay and find somewhere more permanent. if she could stay. maybe friends and ties were what she needed )
Coffee or something stronger?
( she's asking as she opens the door. her apartment's lightly furnishes, with a few things to make it feel more like a home, though most of her things were still in storage. it also helps her keep it neat without too much around )
Not sure. Just a few songs really. [Which you know doesn't actually tell time at all. Considering the difference between some Dead songs, and your average rock ballad vs your more common top 50. He doesn't seem phased either way as he slides up the wall and pulls his headphones off his head as he follows after the other up the stairs and into her flat.
He takes a curious gaze about, taking in some of the smaller details and the general feel of space. It's sharp contrast to his own living space admittedly but she hasn't been here that long from his understanding so there is that.
Well that and probably everyone lives on opposite spectrums than his usual organized chaos.]
Coffee would actually be perfect. I'm assuming you have forks and such in the kitchen? [He pads off in that direction, the good thing about NYC apartments being that it doesn't matter how many you've been in they're all laid out in the same general way. He knows they'll find everything they both need that way so it's only logical to continue to that space. Setting his bag on the counter and pulling out their meals as they get there.]
( traffic ended up holding her cab up more than expected giving him a little extra time to finish up, which meant that by the time she did get there, he was already outside.
the door gets pushed open, adrienne scooting across to let him in, and though her expression is still very done after a terrible night she's grateful for the rescue and company )
Thank you. Again. Otherwise you might have gotten drunk in another dream again.
I'm definitely happier you not getting drunk from my dreams.
( which is still a weird sentence to say and she doesn't even know if it's technically accurate in her phrasing... but she also doesn't care enough to fix it )
Your company's also a lot better than the company I would have had tonight. Maybe I should pause on that for a while.
Or maybe you should get someone to come with you. Give you somebody to talk to, if things don't go how you were hoping.
( is he offering his own company, offering to introduce her to someone (probably one of his contractees), or just making a general suggestions? who knows. )
( looking closely is one thing that adrienne can be guaranteed to do: she doesn't like to let things slip on the chance that they could be medically relevant. none of them are, she's banged up rather than ill, but it does inform adrienne on what these scans will show. and what state her knee will be in )
Mildly. How far'd you get before you pulled out?
( diving into work, most likely. she pulls a stool over once she's finished reading, putting the file back down so she can start stitching up the larger laceration now on her arm )
Three days. My boyfriend and I were visiting a colleague of mine when he got the callout.
[ Calling Brad a friend is a massive understatement. He’s Janet’s best friend other than Michael, someone she’s known since almost the beginning of their careers and whom she’s worked several difficult cases with. Two years ago, she saved his life from a nascent Miami drug cartel. But none of that adds any medical context to the story. It would only explain why she was willing to follow him into a bad situation.
If Janet has one defining quality, it’s her loyalty. She never gives up on anyone. Even when it’s to her own detriment. All the punishment she’s taken has literally saved lives. At least she doesn’t complain while she’s being treated. It’s not comfortable, but she’s used to hospital procedures over so many years. ]
I’ll be fine, anyway. My boss has me riding the bench after this. No leaving the city limits until he says so, except for my classes at Quantico.
Did I miss anything interesting here over the week? I should at least get you a coffee for doing this. Always tip your surgeons.
I've never been that fond of beaches but I couldn't see myself throwing myself at danger.
( this was one reason why adrienne was a doctor and not an agent. she lived to help people but it was always after something had happened, whether they were injured like janet or a mysterious illness. those were the investigations that she enjoyed, the ones that solved a problem and made someone well again )
This week... I feel like I've missed some of it. This is my first shift that hasn't been an overnight in two weeks.
( she didn't mind those shifts, sometimes it was easier for her to sleep during the day, to rest better than she did at night. but then attempting to live her life and see other people was made a lot harder )
Name it. I can stop on my way back to the office. I’m sure my colleagues will also appreciate some caffeine.
[ Working mandatory 50 hour work weeks did include some early mornings and late nights. Being in financial crimes, which was such a narrow specialization, allowed Janet and her four colleagues to keep a more regular schedule than those in other departments. Her boyfriend Holden being a particularly bad example, often working late or bringing work home, though he had started to cut things off at a certain time to ensure they got some time together that wasn’t just dinner and going to bed. But there were always the late nights, the unexpected phone calls or just not wanting to leave until they’d done all they could. ]
So what are the doctor’s recommendations here? Anything you’re going to tell me not to do except the obvious? Because I have Michael for the obvious part.
[ He responds to that only with a quiet laugh. Michael Davis is much more than a handsome face in a three-piece suit. He’s Janet’s better half, stable and calm. He beats himself up every time he’s not around to protect her from injuries like this. But he doesn’t chastise her outright because he would likely have made the same choice. No law enforcement officer leaves another one to face potential danger alone. Michael can only do his part to keep Janet in one piece, though he figures Adrienne will call him out for hovering. He can’t help it. ]
What if I just wrap her in bubble wrap? [ He suggests with mirth in his eyes. ]
[ Mohinder, right now, is almost as overdue for a nice hot shower as the unfortunate inhabitants of the Down are. Duplicity has Nathan Petrelli to thank for making it a genuinely preferable alternative to where Mohinder has just been, i.e., sharing a tiny, mildewy motel room with Matt and Peter and sleeping in shifts to keep watch for the SWAT teams hunting them.
Right now, he will definitely take a beautiful Dominant penthouse over that situation. And even more importantly, more welcome a sight for sore eyes, he will take the company he now finds in the lift next to him. For the first time in weeks, he cracks a real smile, with a few rays of its usual brightness shining through, and his voice is soft when he manages to speak. ]
( the one good thing about being tossed back into the down apartments those months ago was that it had been much closer to haven, though that was honestly the only good thing about it considering how shitty the apartment was. and she'd previously called her new york apartment shitty. what wasn't good about the apartments were the current conditions. current conditions that adrienne had only discovered after getting off shift, going home and screaming at a very cold shower that hit her.
she'd shoved some clothes in a bag before going to the up, planning to beg her dominant to use their shower (not much was new there), and had settled into the up apartment's elevator, leaning against the wall without even paying any attention to who else was stood in it.
until they spoke. until they said her name. and whilst she turns at hearing her name it isn't until adrienne actually sees him that recognition slowly starts to filter into her. recognition and a lot of surprise because when did he get back? )
Mohinder?
( surprised and questioning is her tone, not certain that she believes that he's stood in front of her. she fully turns, reaching a tentative hand out to rest on his arm just to check... and only then does she smile, letting that sink in for a few seconds before she hugs him.
later she'll feel guilty about being so happy to see him, knowing that being pulled back into this place is not ideal, but she's missed him a lot. more than she's ever actually expressed. and she just needs a moment in this hug, with the whispered question )
[ In the weeks it's been for him since he left, his time in Duplicity had faded in his memory to something like a persistent vivid dream, something he hadn't really thought was real, hadn't recalled many details about--but he'd remembered enough to feel a sense of loss for the relationship he'd assumed to be a figment of his lonely subconscious.
He doesn't remember his visceral loathing of things like the People Zoo, but Adrienne's embrace brings back an overwhelming rush of emotion, a yes, this is what was missing, a perfect recall of how well she always fit into his arms. He pulls her close and nestles into her hair, letting the scent of it bring back even more details and brushing a kiss against her temple. ]
Minutes ago. I haven't even had time to get back to my flat.
[ He may need even more time in this hug than she does, but he pulls back just enough that he can look at her. ]
I wouldn't come back without trying to find you, you know.
( she'd never forgotten him in the months that he'd been gone, remembering him in small moments like at the lab, the things they'd talked about to get her there when she was having a bad day, shared coffee and simple conversations. and her body hadn't either, fitting easily against him as they hug, an easy comfort, moving gently as he does to look up at him.
there's a gentle nod at his words, her arms pulling back, letting a hand cup his cheek, though not trying (yet) to press her fingers in his hair, recognising just how much gel was still there. no thanks )
I'm glad you did. Even if I'd probably not have picked here... but I'm guessing you were going to yours?
( which is not even followed by a thought, just wanting to take that moment to be with him, to sit, to... talk is probably the idea she thinks she has, even if that might (from experience) end up being the second thing that happens )
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a shift that ended up running late, something emergent needing extra hands before she'd managed to get away. she'd showered and changed at the hospital, hoping to get back before he arrived, though seeing the man outside her apartment door said otherwise )
I am so sorry.
( phones, adrienne, they're a thing, let someone know you're running late instead of hoping )
Let me-- let's go in.
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She probably knew the personality type; if you want them there at three you had better tell him it starts at two, perhaps even quarter past one, just to be sure.
So when he got there and she wasn’t there yet he graciously accepted it. He could wait. Especially for someone like Adrienne. He knows he only just met the other, but it was already different than what he’d experienced before in a few ways. I mean just finding someone to venture out of the city for an afternoon to go hiking was a stretch. But it had been one of his favourite past times for a long while that he hadn’t really had the chance to do in some time. His dog, traditionally his hiking partner, unable to join him for some time. So he had jumped at the chance to get out and stretch his legs, as it were.
Besides, be was rather good at entertaining himself admittedly. Placing the food in his leather satchel he carried with him at all times as another layer of protection from the and settled down into a crouching position on the sidewalk, back against the brick of her building, and slung on his headphones to get lost in his music. So much so that he's in his own little world when the other finally arrives. Only taking notice when she addresses him the second time.]
Oh! Hey, yeah. No worries! Take your time…
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( although when she pulls her phone out with keys and sees what time it is she winces a little -- it had been busy on her way back and the route not as quick as it could have been.
she pushes open the main door, leading them in the building and up to the first floor to where her apartment was. it was a temporary place, something she'd rented after returning to new york a few months ago. she was still deciding whether she'd stay and find somewhere more permanent. if she could stay. maybe friends and ties were what she needed )
Coffee or something stronger?
( she's asking as she opens the door. her apartment's lightly furnishes, with a few things to make it feel more like a home, though most of her things were still in storage. it also helps her keep it neat without too much around )
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He takes a curious gaze about, taking in some of the smaller details and the general feel of space. It's sharp contrast to his own living space admittedly but she hasn't been here that long from his understanding so there is that.
Well that and probably everyone lives on opposite spectrums than his usual organized chaos.]
Coffee would actually be perfect. I'm assuming you have forks and such in the kitchen? [He pads off in that direction, the good thing about NYC apartments being that it doesn't matter how many you've been in they're all laid out in the same general way. He knows they'll find everything they both need that way so it's only logical to continue to that space. Setting his bag on the counter and pulling out their meals as they get there.]
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( she absolutely did, letting him organise the food at she fills the kettle to boil, pulling down two mugs for the coffee )
It smells great. I've really needed this after today.
( she pulls the milk out for her coffee, offering it to him )
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omg i'm so sorry i thought i responded to these and then realised i did not!
no worries at all!!
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the door gets pushed open, adrienne scooting across to let him in, and though her expression is still very done after a terrible night she's grateful for the rescue and company )
Thank you. Again. Otherwise you might have gotten drunk in another dream again.
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It's not exactly an unpleasant experience if I did. But I'm happy to help. Believe me, I've been asked for much worse favors than a little company.
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( which is still a weird sentence to say and she doesn't even know if it's technically accurate in her phrasing... but she also doesn't care enough to fix it )
Your company's also a lot better than the company I would have had tonight. Maybe I should pause on that for a while.
( not that she will )
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( is he offering his own company, offering to introduce her to someone (probably one of his contractees), or just making a general suggestions? who knows. )
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( she shakes her head slightly, drinking more. she at least knew when she needed the help )
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( she's quick to jump in there with the clarification but then pulls a face )
I would just take any sex. At the minute some sex beats nothing at all. God, that's depressing to admit.
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[It's a fair clarification and he grins at the comment.]
Oh I understand my dear. It's been a while for me.
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Mildly. How far'd you get before you pulled out?
( diving into work, most likely. she pulls a stool over once she's finished reading, putting the file back down so she can start stitching up the larger laceration now on her arm )
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[ Calling Brad a friend is a massive understatement. He’s Janet’s best friend other than Michael, someone she’s known since almost the beginning of their careers and whom she’s worked several difficult cases with. Two years ago, she saved his life from a nascent Miami drug cartel. But none of that adds any medical context to the story. It would only explain why she was willing to follow him into a bad situation.
If Janet has one defining quality, it’s her loyalty. She never gives up on anyone. Even when it’s to her own detriment. All the punishment she’s taken has literally saved lives. At least she doesn’t complain while she’s being treated. It’s not comfortable, but she’s used to hospital procedures over so many years. ]
I’ll be fine, anyway. My boss has me riding the bench after this. No leaving the city limits until he says so, except for my classes at Quantico.
Did I miss anything interesting here over the week? I should at least get you a coffee for doing this. Always tip your surgeons.
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( this was one reason why adrienne was a doctor and not an agent. she lived to help people but it was always after something had happened, whether they were injured like janet or a mysterious illness. those were the investigations that she enjoyed, the ones that solved a problem and made someone well again )
This week... I feel like I've missed some of it. This is my first shift that hasn't been an overnight in two weeks.
( she didn't mind those shifts, sometimes it was easier for her to sleep during the day, to rest better than she did at night. but then attempting to live her life and see other people was made a lot harder )
But I will take that coffee.
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[ Working mandatory 50 hour work weeks did include some early mornings and late nights. Being in financial crimes, which was such a narrow specialization, allowed Janet and her four colleagues to keep a more regular schedule than those in other departments. Her boyfriend Holden being a particularly bad example, often working late or bringing work home, though he had started to cut things off at a certain time to ensure they got some time together that wasn’t just dinner and going to bed. But there were always the late nights, the unexpected phone calls or just not wanting to leave until they’d done all they could. ]
So what are the doctor’s recommendations here? Anything you’re going to tell me not to do except the obvious? Because I have Michael for the obvious part.
[ He responds to that only with a quiet laugh. Michael Davis is much more than a handsome face in a three-piece suit. He’s Janet’s better half, stable and calm. He beats himself up every time he’s not around to protect her from injuries like this. But he doesn’t chastise her outright because he would likely have made the same choice. No law enforcement officer leaves another one to face potential danger alone. Michael can only do his part to keep Janet in one piece, though he figures Adrienne will call him out for hovering. He can’t help it. ]
What if I just wrap her in bubble wrap? [ He suggests with mirth in his eyes. ]
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that depends
how much am i enjoying my dessert?
is there more to enjoy?
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I'm gonna go down on you and you're gonna feel my beard but I think you'll enjoy the friction.
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then you can eat me out for as long as you like
if you can last at the end your reward is going to be me sucking you off
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you know I'm supposed to be coming up with match strategies right now and all I can think about is your fucking mouth.
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Right now, he will definitely take a beautiful Dominant penthouse over that situation. And even more importantly, more welcome a sight for sore eyes, he will take the company he now finds in the lift next to him. For the first time in weeks, he cracks a real smile, with a few rays of its usual brightness shining through, and his voice is soft when he manages to speak. ]
Hello, Adrienne.
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she'd shoved some clothes in a bag before going to the up, planning to beg her dominant to use their shower (not much was new there), and had settled into the up apartment's elevator, leaning against the wall without even paying any attention to who else was stood in it.
until they spoke. until they said her name. and whilst she turns at hearing her name it isn't until adrienne actually sees him that recognition slowly starts to filter into her. recognition and a lot of surprise because when did he get back? )
Mohinder?
( surprised and questioning is her tone, not certain that she believes that he's stood in front of her. she fully turns, reaching a tentative hand out to rest on his arm just to check... and only then does she smile, letting that sink in for a few seconds before she hugs him.
later she'll feel guilty about being so happy to see him, knowing that being pulled back into this place is not ideal, but she's missed him a lot. more than she's ever actually expressed. and she just needs a moment in this hug, with the whispered question )
Did you just get back?
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He doesn't remember his visceral loathing of things like the People Zoo, but Adrienne's embrace brings back an overwhelming rush of emotion, a yes, this is what was missing, a perfect recall of how well she always fit into his arms. He pulls her close and nestles into her hair, letting the scent of it bring back even more details and brushing a kiss against her temple. ]
Minutes ago. I haven't even had time to get back to my flat.
[ He may need even more time in this hug than she does, but he pulls back just enough that he can look at her. ]
I wouldn't come back without trying to find you, you know.
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there's a gentle nod at his words, her arms pulling back, letting a hand cup his cheek, though not trying (yet) to press her fingers in his hair, recognising just how much gel was still there. no thanks )
I'm glad you did. Even if I'd probably not have picked here... but I'm guessing you were going to yours?
( which is not even followed by a thought, just wanting to take that moment to be with him, to sit, to... talk is probably the idea she thinks she has, even if that might (from experience) end up being the second thing that happens )
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