open } { should i give up, or should i just keep chasing pavements?

[tornadoinheels]

If Sara Ellis has learned one thing over the course of her entire life, it's this: no matter what happens to you, the sun rises, life starts up again, and the world moves on. As far as she's concerned, she figures that she might as well too.

That doesn't mean she can't feel the punches as they hit her, but she's better at keeping the rest of the world from seeing it. As far as the rest of the world is concerned, they don't care about how Sara Ellis is feeling, or what may be going on in her personal life. They just want her to come in and do her job recovering what's been stolen from them. It's the part of her work Sara truly enjoys, and she's not going to let anyone ruin that for her, no matter what the case.

Sara's heels click softly on the pavement as she walks towards her usual table at Giancarlo's. She could be heading there for a mark, she could just be heading there for lunch. It doesn't matter the reason, really. She's there, sitting at her table, having a quiet lunch with no one to bother her.

Clearly, someone should.

[Open to all. Canonmates, let me know when, canon-wise, and I will adjust accordingly.]

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[needto-control.livejournal.com]

He does get up then and shakes her hand. "Don't mention it." This is probably where Nate offers some final words of wisdom or confidence, but he's not Nate, so he doesn't add anything.

[tornadoinheels.livejournal.com]

She nods, and then turns on her heel to leave, making her way past him to the door. It isn't the meeting she was expecting, but at least it seems like something was accomplished.

Even if Neal won't like that she did it.

[needto-control.livejournal.com]

He watches her go over his shoulder for a moment, then sits back down and glances over at the folder. It's not going to be an easy case, but none of them ever are.

He reaches into his pocket to pull out his cell phone and call Nate. They have work to do.