In Which Evasion Takes Place Anyway

So, I'm messing about at my desk, when Carolyn gets up and says, "Breaktime. You want a coffee, Logan?"
"Yes, I do, " I say, still trying to fool with what I'm working on."Hell of a way to waste your question for today."
"That's not fair!"
"Of course not. Life's not fair, sweetcheeks. You should have learned that already." She stomps off in a bit of a huff, but I'm still trying to finish this thing, so I don't watch her go. She comes back, and thumps a cup on desk, just as I give up.
"Here," I say, handing her the pencil and the string. "If you tie this, I'll give you another shot at it. Just tie a nice strong knot around the eraser end for me. Damn hand won't let me get anything done."
Since she's not working around a cast, she does it in a matter of seconds. "There. What on earth are you trying to do?"
"Pencil retrieval for when I toss it up into the ceiling. See?" I flick the thing up, it sticks there, but now I can pull it down and start over. "And again, I think that wasn't the best question you could've asked. Too bad."
"You're a jerk, Mike."
"This is true, but now I'm pretending to be one of the Djinn. Be careful what you ask for and all."
She gives me an odd look, then something occurs to her. "Oh you are, are you? Then I get three questions."
"It is so, effendi, but I counsel you to choose your words with care."
"God, you are so weird sometimes." Before I can answer, she cuts me off. "I hear that 'I'm not a god' joke coming a mile away, Logan."
"Well, I guess you're learning." This pencil trick is quite fun. Wish I'd thought of it earlier.
"I don't get it. You create a disgusting scene at the party, you come in here and break a computer and your own hand in a massive fit of stupidity, and what do you get? Deakins is so wrapped up in whatever Goren and Eames brought in that envelope, all you get is a "watch it." Meanwhile, I'm doing all the driving and the writing for at least a month."
"I have a note from my doctor. He says to leave me alone." I'm not kidding. Emil does not always win the bets he makes. "Anyhow, this is very annoying for me. I use this hand a lot, and this is the second time I've busted it up."
"You mean you've done this before?"
"Not quite. I broke it on some guy's forehead last time. He ducked right as I was swinging, and bam! Right on the hardest part of his head, which in his case was saying something. And that's three."
She rolls her eyes, and says, "I give up. So, really, what's going on with you and Eames?"
"Beats me."
"Yeah, that's the rumor." She laughs at her own joke as I shake my head in disgust."What do you mean you don't know?"
"That's exactly it. Look, let's leave my personal life out of this for the moment."
"Why?" She looks hurt.
"Because there's something much more mysterious a' brewing. You want dirt on me, you go ahead and ask Eames, and then you'll have more concrete info than I do. But neither you nor I have a clear idea of what her partner is up to, and that, my dear Watson, may be office gossip gold."
"You think?"
"I do. Quite often, surprisingly." At that, she throws another pencil at me and gets back to work.

I mean, I do work around here, don't get me wrong. If I didn't, I wouldn't be here. But at least for the purposes of this blog thing, as Emil said, it's supposed to be whatever. Most of the day, every day we talk about our cases. I think about my cases, I think about the job, I put in 12+ hour days. But I do have a life, not much of one, I'll admit, outside of it.
So when I'm fooling around on this computer, I talk about the other stuff. Again, sue me.
If I don't know what's up with something I actually care about, I try not to mope, but if I do, cut me a break. And if you knew Alex Eames at all, you wouldn't wonder that I spend at least some of those 12 hours days, and the off-time between them wondering what's going on. 'Tis a pleasant pastime, and sure that's no lie.