By Celestrial Cat
Simon drummed his fingers on his desk, silently mangling yet another cigar. He glanced outside at the curtain of snow falling past his office window, then into the busy outer office where his men and women were diligently working on various cases. He sighed, resignation stealing over him like an unwanted lover. Steeling himself, he rose, drawing his blinds to shut out activity in the bullpen before going to his door. "Sandburg!" he bellowed, slamming it open.
Everyone in the room froze.
Sandburg cast one nervous glance at his partner before scrambling to his feet and hurrying to Simon's side. "What--"
"In." He motioned impatiently. "Get. In." He slammed the door after them, but not before glaring at Ellison, daring him to listen in. "I need your help," he said softly, gesturing at his stubborn computer.
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