SN Fic (Unbeta'd): Moping in Progress
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shellah still awake? *looks around* Oh well, it's the thought that counts, right? (And, it's not as late as Celli's yesterday.) Written at work and unbeta'd, so it could be a bit dodgy.
Moping in Progress
Casey frowned as he realised he didn't have the latest wire scores. He knew he'd printed them out a couple minutes ago. He just didn't have them now. He spun around in the desk chair, rifling through the bits of paper sitting on the desk. No luck.
Sighing, he realised he must have left them out in the bullpen when he talked with Kim. He pushed himself out of his chair, and went to get them.
Sure enough, there they were, sitting in a neat little stack on top of Kim's monitor. He was looking through them when Jeremy walked by.
"The rundown's still at eight, right?"
Casey blinked, and nodded. "Why?"
"Dan's sitting in the conference room with his script." Jeremy pushed his glasses up.
"So?"
"When I asked, he said he was waiting for the rundown meeting to start."
"Ah," Casey said and turned back to the Lakers game.
"So the rundown hasn't been changed?"
"No." Casey scowled at the dismal loss. "I mean, it's the same time it usually is. Eight o'clock."
"Does Dan know that?"
Casey flipped through to the next page. "Yeah."
"Does he know it's only ten past seven?"
"He has a watch." Casey looked up. Jeremy was frowning in confusion.
"Then how come…?" Jeremy waved in the direction of the conference room.
"He's moping," Casey supplied with an uneasy smile. The type of smile that said 'I know my friends are insane, please don't judge me by association.' He used that smile far too often these days.
Jeremy blinked. "Moping?"
"Moping." Casey shrugged. "It's been one of those days. Out of coffee this morning, discovered his favourite shirt has lost a button, his alma mater lost the game last night…"
"Ah." Jeremy nodded knowingly. "It's an IIFY day."
Jeremy started walking, and Casey found himself falling into step beside him. "An iffy day?"
"IIFY as in 'Is It Friday Yet?'"
Casey snorted. "Not quite."
Jeremy raised an eyebrow. "No?"
"Dan's next day off isn't until Sunday."
"IISY doesn't sound as good."
"Fair point," Casey said as they stopped outside the conference room. Dan was sitting in his usual spot, sullenly glaring at his script.
"So he's moping?" Jeremy asked after a quiet moment. Casey nodded. "He's just going to sit in there and wait for the rundown?"
"He's got his script finished. Barring a sporting emergency, there isn't anything else that he has to do for tonight show."
"Does he do this often?"
Casey shrugged. "Not *often*. But… it happens from time to time." Dan still had his head bent over his script, scribbling in the margins in pencil. "It's just Danny's way of coping with a bad day. He gives himself some time out."
Casey shuffled the papers in his hands, and started to walk back to his office. Jeremy walked beside him and then asked thoughtfully, "Do you think he wants someone to talk to?"
"Nah. He likes not having to talk to people." Jeremy looked at him sceptically, so Casey added, "Danny will be fine tonight, as long as he gets some time alone."
"It'll still be a good show?" Jeremy asked doubtfully, peering owlishly through his thick glasses.
Casey nodded. "It'll be good. Wait until it's half an hour to air time and you'll see him pick right up."
"Okay," Jeremy said and went over to his desk.
Casey shook his head and turned his attention back to the scores. About twenty minutes later he realised he was too hungry to concentrate, and headed over to the craft table for food. He really felt like a cheese sandwich, but he'd settle for a good danish.
Passing the conference room, he was surprised to see a sign stuck up on the door. It was an A4 sheet, printed in large and small capitals. Since Jeremy was the only one who used those frequently, the culprit was clear. Casey smirked as he read it.
"PLEASE DO NOT DISTURB.
MOPING IN PROGRESS."
It took all of Casey's self-control to wait until he got to the food table to start snickering.
The End
shellah still awake? *looks around* Oh well, it's the thought that counts, right? (And, it's not as late as Celli's yesterday.) Written at work and unbeta'd, so it could be a bit dodgy.Moping in Progress
Casey frowned as he realised he didn't have the latest wire scores. He knew he'd printed them out a couple minutes ago. He just didn't have them now. He spun around in the desk chair, rifling through the bits of paper sitting on the desk. No luck.
Sighing, he realised he must have left them out in the bullpen when he talked with Kim. He pushed himself out of his chair, and went to get them.
Sure enough, there they were, sitting in a neat little stack on top of Kim's monitor. He was looking through them when Jeremy walked by.
"The rundown's still at eight, right?"
Casey blinked, and nodded. "Why?"
"Dan's sitting in the conference room with his script." Jeremy pushed his glasses up.
"So?"
"When I asked, he said he was waiting for the rundown meeting to start."
"Ah," Casey said and turned back to the Lakers game.
"So the rundown hasn't been changed?"
"No." Casey scowled at the dismal loss. "I mean, it's the same time it usually is. Eight o'clock."
"Does Dan know that?"
Casey flipped through to the next page. "Yeah."
"Does he know it's only ten past seven?"
"He has a watch." Casey looked up. Jeremy was frowning in confusion.
"Then how come…?" Jeremy waved in the direction of the conference room.
"He's moping," Casey supplied with an uneasy smile. The type of smile that said 'I know my friends are insane, please don't judge me by association.' He used that smile far too often these days.
Jeremy blinked. "Moping?"
"Moping." Casey shrugged. "It's been one of those days. Out of coffee this morning, discovered his favourite shirt has lost a button, his alma mater lost the game last night…"
"Ah." Jeremy nodded knowingly. "It's an IIFY day."
Jeremy started walking, and Casey found himself falling into step beside him. "An iffy day?"
"IIFY as in 'Is It Friday Yet?'"
Casey snorted. "Not quite."
Jeremy raised an eyebrow. "No?"
"Dan's next day off isn't until Sunday."
"IISY doesn't sound as good."
"Fair point," Casey said as they stopped outside the conference room. Dan was sitting in his usual spot, sullenly glaring at his script.
"So he's moping?" Jeremy asked after a quiet moment. Casey nodded. "He's just going to sit in there and wait for the rundown?"
"He's got his script finished. Barring a sporting emergency, there isn't anything else that he has to do for tonight show."
"Does he do this often?"
Casey shrugged. "Not *often*. But… it happens from time to time." Dan still had his head bent over his script, scribbling in the margins in pencil. "It's just Danny's way of coping with a bad day. He gives himself some time out."
Casey shuffled the papers in his hands, and started to walk back to his office. Jeremy walked beside him and then asked thoughtfully, "Do you think he wants someone to talk to?"
"Nah. He likes not having to talk to people." Jeremy looked at him sceptically, so Casey added, "Danny will be fine tonight, as long as he gets some time alone."
"It'll still be a good show?" Jeremy asked doubtfully, peering owlishly through his thick glasses.
Casey nodded. "It'll be good. Wait until it's half an hour to air time and you'll see him pick right up."
"Okay," Jeremy said and went over to his desk.
Casey shook his head and turned his attention back to the scores. About twenty minutes later he realised he was too hungry to concentrate, and headed over to the craft table for food. He really felt like a cheese sandwich, but he'd settle for a good danish.
Passing the conference room, he was surprised to see a sign stuck up on the door. It was an A4 sheet, printed in large and small capitals. Since Jeremy was the only one who used those frequently, the culprit was clear. Casey smirked as he read it.
MOPING IN PROGRESS."
It took all of Casey's self-control to wait until he got to the food table to start snickering.
The End
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Date: 2004-05-11 09:52 pm (UTC)*loves*
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Date: 2004-05-11 09:56 pm (UTC)Anyway, I'm glad you liked. See? That's what everyone needs. Not just friends who try to cheer you up, but friends who know when you need to be left alone.
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Date: 2004-05-11 09:56 pm (UTC)This is so cute!! I love mopey!Dan, and Jeremy's concern and Casey's...matter-of-factness. Yay, thank you!! *hugs*
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Date: 2004-05-11 10:02 pm (UTC)*rolls eyes at self* I thought it was midnight. (Just don't ask how I added 7 hours to 3(pm)and came up with 12.)
This is so cute!! I love mopey!Dan, and Jeremy's concern and Casey's...matter-of-factness. Yay, thank you!! *hugs*
*beams* Glad you liked it! *hugs you back*
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Date: 2004-05-12 12:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-12 12:25 am (UTC)That's the sign of a seriously good series. Where you just love everyone. *beams*
Glad you liked.
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Date: 2004-05-15 04:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-15 07:26 pm (UTC)He is indeed. I have much love for Jeremy, despite my inability to imagine him naked.
I love how well Casey knows Danny.
That's something I love about the show. That these two guys really know each other inside and out (um... no slashy pun intended... *g*). They know each other and generally, they accept each other for being that type of person. It's tres cool.
Thanks for commenting!