A free evening was like the rarest of gems in Astrid’s world. At least much of her organization work had begun to bare fruit. She estimated that in the next few weeks, she would begin to have at least a single day a week that could be dedicated to something other the Law. She smiled as she stepped in the front door of her lovely home. The feeling of relaxation and contentment suffused her. The original feeling of desperation and danger had gone from its warm confines. She felt safe with knowing how many people were looking after her safety just on this property alone. The sun was still relatively high in the horizon which she could see through a window towards the back of her home. She placed her folders in the safe and made her way to her bedroom where she slowly stripped from the day’s work clothes. While she changed into her loungewear, she wondered what she could do with the evening.

Though she could spend it going over notes for cases or tweaking things at work here or there, she realized she needed a break. Her first thought was to contact the Police Chief to get an update on the investigation, but then her thoughts fell to Dawson and she found herself smiling and warmth flooding to her cheeks. Picking up her PaDD, she sent him a message.

Dawson,

It seems I finally have an evening to breathe and left to my own devices, I might be lost among paperwork and court transcriptions. Please, rescue me from my own work ethic. Come to dinner.

Astrid Rousseau, HotJ