The days were closing in on when Terrence needed his home network up and running and Kairi was exhausted. Within the last few weeks, her world had been a tizzy of computer code and wedding planning. To be truly honest, it was weighing on her heavily. Every day was busy so far, whether she was doing a last minute dress fitting with Molly; chauffeuring Sherlock around to make sure he was completing last minute Best Man duties; running all over London and Oxford to complete the code; and lastly, getting about thirty minutes morning and night to walk Toby and maybe, just maybe, eat some goddamn food. She didn't have any time to spare, but dammit if she wouldn't run herself into the ground to make sure Molly got her perfect day.
Her fingers were currently thumping against the keyboard, no longer fluidly stroking the keys with her usual delicate rhythm. Within the program, she was trying her best to work out all of the kinks that existed in the code. So far, things were going rather smoothly and she was happy for the assistance that Henry had provided during the entire process. He had been more than willing to stay late with her and review her code. Since he had the best knowledge of Terrence's systems at Plutus he was least likely of all the programmers at said institution to fuck it up completely.
This was one such night that she was hanging out late at Terrence's home. Luckily, Henry had disappeared a few minutes ago or a few hours ago (she couldn't recall), probably running out for food or energy drinks so that Kairi and he could finish their work for the night. Too many nights had been spent here at Terrence's brushing off Henry's awkward flirtatiousness and eyeballing a computer screen for hours and not home curled up with her mutt and a glass of wine or even better, sleeping off the stress with an amorous detective. It was vexing.
She had sent a text to Sherlock hours before, letting him know that she would be home late. Despite The Sandman's fascination with her, it had been a while since he had tried to contact her and she was ever thankful. That did not stop Dr. Watson, DCI Lestrade, Mycroft and Sherlock Fucking Holmes from being overwhelmingly protective. As much as she appreciated it, it was still exhausting fielding all of their concerned contact. Mother hens, the lot of them.
She realized that she had been staring at the same line of code for the last however many minutes and she sighed. As much as she wanted to keep working, she realized she probably should get some rest and come back in the morning with fresh eyes. She stood slowly, stretching fully, her shoulders and back popping and crackling like rice cereal as she groaned. Henry was long forgotten.
Wiping a slow hand down her face, she plodded towards the door of the study so she could make her way to the restroom. As her project was finally waning, she was only just starting to comfortably find her way through the labyrinth of Terrence's home. Right now, being so dark and almost completely empty, she walked through the halls, trying to contain her yawns and resisting the urge to scrub her face clean from the accumulated hours of work and static sitting.
Finishing up her call to nature, she washed her hands and resisted the urge to splash water on her face. She'd call Mycroft for a car when she got back to the study, realizing she could get in another hour or so of work before she needed to leave. There was probably some small tasks she could complete in the home terminal to make sure the program would run seamlessly. She'd done it a hundred times before, but alas, there was always something that could go wrong.
Dragging her feet, she finally sat back down at the computer and reached for her phone. Her eyes were caught by the computer screen and she let out a frustrated growl. Slamming her phone on the table in anger, she quickly apologized to her precious piece of technology and then reached for the keyboard. For whatever reason, possibly an edit on Henry's part, the port into the Plutus system did not automatically sign out after fifteen minutes. Because of security concerns, she had told Terrence that after a certain amount of time, the port would close itself while saving any recent work. Though she had first hand experience in knowing things were getting saved and the port would close successfully, she knew that it had been longer than the desired time. This was a huge mistake that could cost her hours of work. However, she knew of a way she might be able to make a quick fix and get home in time to eat a pathetic dinner before falling asleep.
