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Author’s Notes: This one IS betaed. Thanks to Ann.
Written for mrswoman. Finally. :)
The sound of paper slapping against the smooth surface had Wendy’s head snapping up from her crossed arm position on the lab desk. Bewildered, she stared at the folder, lying next to her, for just a moment longer than would have been normal, given the fact that it was just a simple folder. Coming to the conclusion that it hadn’t flown into her lab all by itself, Wendy looked up and met the eyes of a grinning Sofia.
“I’m sorry, did I wake you?”
Wriggling into a proper, upright sitting position in her swivel chair, Wendy chose to avoid answering the question. “Did you throw this file at me?” She picked up the offending item and waved it through the air emphatically.
Sofia stepped closer and snatched the folder so quickly that Wendy continued her hand movement for a moment longer before realising the folder had mysteriously disappeared.
“I didn’t aim at you; I was just trying to get your attention. I do admit I’m feeling a little guilty. You looked so peaceful, sprawled across your desk.” Sofia’s eyes sparkled as she indicated the test-tubes and print-outs, obviously pushed aside to make room for Wendy’s head.
“I was not sprawled across my desk! And I wasn’t sleeping either. I was just…resting my eyes for a few minutes.”
“Could have fooled me.”
Wendy sighed portentously, her shoulders slumping. “I’m not sleeping well. Really weird dreams keep me awake. I thought it was the cheese I ate before going to bed, but that doesn’t seem to be the problem.”
“How weird?”
“The cheese? Well, it wasn’t your regular—“
“The dreams.”
“Oh. Very weird. DNA strands talking to me weird.”
“I see.” Sofia paused. “What are they saying?”
“How should I know? I don’t speak Swedish.”
Sofia half-heartedly searched Wendy’s face for outer signs of a mental illness and fought the urge to sit back in a cushioned chair with popcorn and allow herself to be entertained. “This is bad,” she confirmed, barely able to maintain a straight face.
Nervously, Wendy leaned closer to Sofia to ensure she wasn’t overheard and whispered, “Yesterday, I dreamt that Hodges danced on the table barefoot and yelled, ‘I’m Mata Hari! Fear me!’”
Sofia’s eyes shone with amusement. “No, that really happened. Henry and Archie spiked his tea.”
Wendy emitted a small whimper. “Oh no, I hadn’t even thought about those two. They probably snapped an abundance of pictures of me snoring away on my desk. The photos will be all over the lab tomorrow, and when Ecklie sees them—“ Her eyes grew wide. “Ecklie! He must have passed by numerous times and seen me asleep when I was supposed to be running tests. And now, he’s probably locked himself in his office while he gleefully thinks of the cruelest way to inform me that I’m fired.” She considered dropping her head back onto the desk, repeatedly, but refrained from doing so.
Instead, she cocked her head to the side and, pointing at the file that had so rudely woken her, looked at Sofia as if she’d only just realised she was there. “Did you want something? Got work for me?”
Chuckling at Wendy’s ability to switch from rambling to business in a matter of seconds, Sofia shook her head. “No, I was going to ask you out for coffee; it does seem you’re in desperate need of caffeine. And before you reply,” she arched an eyebrow and held up her hand when Wendy started to say something, “consider this: Ecklie was in court with me all day, we just got back. He hasn’t seen you, but he would have if I hadn’t popped around. I’m your knight in shining armour. You can’t say no.”
“You’re so full of yourself.”
Sofia smirked confidently. “And you already shrugged off your lab coat and are clasping your purse rather eagerly.”
Wendy looked down on herself. “Damn! This lack of sleep is playing tricks on me.”
“Shall we go, then?”
Following Sofia out into the corridor, Wendy mused, “You know, all my dreams were work-related. I clearly need a vacation.”
“Clearly.”
“Any ideas?”
“I know this cosy little apartment on the other side of the city. I hear it’s quite nice.”
“Hmm. I don’t need my passport for that, do I?”
“That’s just one of its advantages. No talkative DNA strands either.”
“And I’ll finally be able to sleep.”
“I wouldn’t count on that.”
