The Lunch Incident

By Orion


A/N: Inspired by my brother, the insatiable bastard. Just don't tell him. *g*


"I didn't touch it, honest!"

"That's what you always say!"

"But I didn't, I swear. Not this time."

"This time? What do you mean this time? I told you not to touch it at any time! Never. Ever. Without exception. Capice?"

"Oh, come on. Don't you think you're overreacting a bit?"

"Overreacting? Overreacting?? That was my lunch!"

"Give me a break, Sandburg. Can't a guy be hungry?"

"Yes, but a decent guy goes and buys his own lunch instead of eating his partner's lunch!"

"I didn't eat your lunch! I told you al- Oh. Hi, Simon."

"Is there a reason why you two have a shouting match in my office?"

"No, sir." -- "No, sir."

"Good, very good. Then go back to work now. At your desks."

"Uh, sir?"

"Yes, Sandburg?"

"Is this... uh... is this a tuna sandwich in your hand?"

"Why, yes, Sandburg?"

"With arugula and mayonnaise on..."

"... wholemeal rye bread, yes, Sandburg. Why?"

"Oh, just asking. Sir."

"Some kind soul left this on my desk, so I thought I'd dig in. It's very good."

"Uh, I don't doubt that. Sir."

"Anything else?"

"No, sir." -- "No. Sir."




"Want me to buy you lunch?"

"Fuck off, James."


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