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Fiona was doing her research and her job, of course, but she was also sending out a few emails, mostly to check in with people.

To her aunt Dallas, she sent some pictures from the trip to NY, as well as a long letter telling her about the party and the museums and her time with her friends. She assured her aunt that she was fine, that despite her fears to the contrary that New Years hadn't actually managed to spook her.

...it hadn't helped that it had snowed that day, but Fiona liked to think that showed she was getting over some of her twitches.

To her uncle Aaron, she reported her progress. That email was brief and to the point. Uncle Henry got an update re: her school work and her friends, and a small request to say hello to Cee; she wasn't even going to try and attempt a call home now. Cautious, but unwilling to deny herself, she also sent an email to her father, asking about how he was and his holiday and also to trade a few amusing observations about cats. It was a strange thing to bond over, but so it was.

The last one she sent was to Robert, asking for pictures of the Maybach. He'd probably wonder why, but she was reasonably sure she'd have them by the end of the day; Robert always seemed eager to help her, even since they'd... become slightly awkward. Eliot didn't get an email. Instead, every few minutes between notes, he got a text message.

Vocabulary insult of the digital age, folks.

[ocdless but don't let that stop you!]

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Intelligence should have stopped a cranky boy from showing up on his way to find more coffee, and yet there he was. All the talk of ethics in the morning had left him feeling guilty and a little sad.

"You look busy," he remarked, considering fleeing even as he'd just arrived.

She looked up and as she saw who it was, her face broke out in a warm smile. Someone was happy to see him, at least?

The phone was put down and the computer was put onto it's screensaver as she got up and walked over.

"Not busy," she told him, reaching out for his hand.

"Glad you stopped by."

"The weekend has started," he informed her, giving up his hand. "Let's do something or go somewhere." Someone didn't want to be stuck in his dorm room anymore.

She blinked, looked at her desk, and then at Griff. If anything, her smile grew brighter.

"All right. Let me just tell Miss Cabot."

And she held up a finger before leaning over to grab the phone and dial a number. It didn't take very long at all for someone to answer, for Fiona to explain that she had something that needed her attention and Miss Cabot to 'okay' the whole thing.

She hung up the phone and gave his hand a squeeze.

"Let me just get my jacket and my purse."

[Miss Cabot gratefully godded with permission]

Griff was honestly surprised that Fiona was so willing to ditch out. It was good though; he could be the irresponsible influence in her life.

"That enough time for you to decide where to?"

She slipped over and put on her blue peacoat before snatching her handbag.

"Well, you haven't mentioned how far. Do you want to go somewhere on island? Somewhere on the mainland? Either one works for me."

"No issues of distance, Fiona," he reminded her with an almost amused eyeroll. He was rather desperate to be doing something that didn't involve the ethical implications of him being a freak or making choices or anything at all that resembled thinking. "Just of what you want."

"Then..." she desperately wished she could bring him to a certain forest in Northern California, the great Redwood park, but she was reasonably sure that was out of the realm of possibility.

"Then I want to go someplace warm. Someplace with a nice beach. Can we do that?"

"Should be in the nineties in Phuket," he recalled, thinking of his usual winter hideaways. "You speak Thai?"

Her nose scrunched up a little.

"I can read it and write it just fine. I can even understand it. But I'm not best speaking it. I wouldn't mind going there, though," she offered with a quick bounce of her heels, "if that's where you were thinking of taking us."

"Only beach I know that shouldn't be crawling with sensitives," he answered, ignoring the problem with some other places he might have preferred to visit. "You'll like it."

She gave his hand another squeeze.

"I'm sure I will. Do we need to pack anything?"

"Nah, if we need anything, we can buy it," he said far too easily. "Who knows how long we'll stay anyway." Could be hours, could be weeks.

She almost thought about it, but then the same part that had loved riding on the back of Robert's motorcycle and the part that had slammed the door to her room and screamed for what seemed like hours spoke up.

"Okay. Whenever you're ready."

He tugged her toward the door, "No reason to wait."

It was rather amazing that she'd agreed without question or even apparent wonder over why he was so keen to get out.

She trusted him. And, to be frank, when one is punished for seemingly nothing at all, there is a faint desire to do something that might warrant it. As far as she was concerned, a vacation with Griff would be lovely and if there were repercussions, she'd already earned them.

"No reason at all."

Cabot and Associates - Tuesday, 01/05

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