With a handful of weeks in the lab behind him now, Cisco is starting to fall into certain patterns and routines, both of his own and ones with his co-workers. The one he seemed to synch up with the best was Dr. Caitlin Snow, though "Just Caitlin is fine, really," she always insisted. She made the point, without ever saying a word, that to her they were equals. Cisco's not sure she realizes yet how important that actually is to him.
Cisco isn't the best at hiding his emotions sometimes and as soon as he walks into work today, anyone that sees him can sense something boiling under the surface. His usual chatty, upbeat attitude is replaced with a silent glare at whatever he's working on at his desk.
He pushes through it for the most part, partially because he doesn't have much choice in the matter, but also just to prove to himself he can. His interactions are limited to strictly work-related matters, which are short and tense. He just wants to go home and shoot things in Halo. Only an hour left, he can do this.
Caitlin's grown used to certain things around STAR Labs. Hartley is going to make some snide, snotty comment in her general vicinity at least once a day. Lately, as things have been ramping up, it's more than once. And when the remarks are particularly cutting, she knows she can count on Ronnie or Cisco to help her laugh it off.
Today is one of those days and, unfortunately, Ronnie is home sick. Which is just more fodder for Hartley, adding to the lingering guilt she feels for leaving her fiance home alone. (It's only a cold, and the only reason he didn't come in is because Dr. Wells insists on people not being at the lab when sick.)
It hasn't escaped her notice that something seems off with Cisco, either. She's happy to be Hartley's target if it means he leaves her new friend alone. When she notices him leaving early, she sees a chance to try and improve both their moods. Caitlin leans into Cisco's office space. "Pssssst," she says, her voice an exaggerated stage whisper. "Hartley left. Want to see what we can boobytrap his desk with?"
Cisco was so lost in whatever he was doing, he didn't even notice the brat--sorry, Hartley--had left early until Caitlin speaks up. "Huh?" he glances up, but as her words catch up in his brain, he can't help the smirk that settles over his lips.
"So devious, Ms. Snow," he teases lightly, his smirk settling into a more proper grin. "What are you thinking?" he spins in his chair toward her, his notes on a project shoved aside for the time being because this was far more interesting.
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Date: 2016-09-05 02:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-05 02:56 am (UTC)Cisco isn't the best at hiding his emotions sometimes and as soon as he walks into work today, anyone that sees him can sense something boiling under the surface. His usual chatty, upbeat attitude is replaced with a silent glare at whatever he's working on at his desk.
He pushes through it for the most part, partially because he doesn't have much choice in the matter, but also just to prove to himself he can. His interactions are limited to strictly work-related matters, which are short and tense. He just wants to go home and shoot things in Halo. Only an hour left, he can do this.
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Date: 2016-09-23 01:40 am (UTC)Today is one of those days and, unfortunately, Ronnie is home sick. Which is just more fodder for Hartley, adding to the lingering guilt she feels for leaving her fiance home alone. (It's only a cold, and the only reason he didn't come in is because Dr. Wells insists on people not being at the lab when sick.)
It hasn't escaped her notice that something seems off with Cisco, either. She's happy to be Hartley's target if it means he leaves her new friend alone. When she notices him leaving early, she sees a chance to try and improve both their moods. Caitlin leans into Cisco's office space. "Pssssst," she says, her voice an exaggerated stage whisper. "Hartley left. Want to see what we can boobytrap his desk with?"
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Date: 2016-09-27 03:29 am (UTC)"So devious, Ms. Snow," he teases lightly, his smirk settling into a more proper grin. "What are you thinking?" he spins in his chair toward her, his notes on a project shoved aside for the time being because this was far more interesting.