Sick

Con hears his phone ringing, and almost doesn't answer. Finally though, he rolls over on the couch to pick it up. He'd thrown on a t-shirt and jeans, and gotten all the way into the living room that morning before realizing it was useless to go to work. His head spun just from the effort to answer the phone, and it takes some doing to get his voice to work, as it comes out even lower than normal, causing his throat to burn. "Yeah, hello..."


Reese looks up from his paperwork, obviously frazzled. "Uh, thanks, Jamie. Nothing you can do unless you can get Con over here. I was banking on him being here today, but he sounded like crap when he called in a while ago. Otherwise, I guess just keep an eye on things. Jason's supposed to be here, but not all day, so I might need you to go over a few things he was going to do." He rolls his eyes. "Why on a day like today does everyone bail?"