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Summary: Tipped off about Pinehearst being much more than it seems, and Nathan being involved, Sierra asks his favorite of his employees for more. George doesn't know much of anything himself, but does know someone else who might.
Date It Happened: March 29, 2008
Inside Information
Sierra's apartment
Quite the day it has been. At least it has for Sierra. First going into work on her day off, and then an unexpected visitor…a visitor with a mission. After what she was told, though, she just knew she had to call George. There was no two ways about it. She knew that if anyone could help, or at least give her a little bit of information, he could. It's with that that she opens the door of her duplex to see him standing there. "Mon cherie, thank you for coming by." She gives him a peck on the lips.
George returns the kiss as usual, then steps inside, carrying a plastic bag from CVS in one hand. "Sure thing— I was picking up a few things, but I was about done anyway when you called." Bath soap, pack of razor blades, that sort of thing. "Anyway, what's up?"
Sierra smiles a little, a glance down at the bag. "Well, I hate to say it, cherie, but it's business tonight. But I just needed to find out a few things. This is not my…usual workload, so to speak. At least when it comes to politics and political affiliations." She pauses and motions for George to follow her to the kitchen. "Can I get you something to drink? Decaf coffee? Tea? Juice or pop? Or perhaps something a bit more strong?"
The bag is set down on the counter if there's space, or on the floor if not. "Iced tea is good if you have it… better save the stronger stuff for later. Anyway, what do you need to know about on that front? Nothing major's changed recently on my end, just internal details being worked out."
Sierra mixes stuff around and pushes stuff to the side to see if she can find the iced tea she though she had. "Aha!" She brings out a two litre bottle that's almost done. "Seems you're getting the last of it, mon grand cherie." She takes out a glass to pour him some, handing over the glass to him while throwing the empty bottle under the counter. On her table, as they sit down, can be seen a closed folder. She looks down at it for a moment, thinking of the curious event that just brought it to her earlier in the evening. She opens it up only slightly and pulls out a card that was paperclipped to it. As she places it in front of George, he can read the name on it: 'Pinehearst'. "This is the main reason I wished to speak with you, mon grand cherie. Pinehearst Biotech. I've known the Petrelli's have been involved with them, only in passing. Do you know exactly how the Petrelli's are involved with the company?"
George leans over, glancing at the card and shaking his head. "Not exactly, no… I think they're tied in with the senator's health care project, but so are a lot of companies, and I've only dealt with this one in passing. I do know a doctor who works there, I could give her your number?" He carefully omits mentioning that he and the doctor went out a couple of times; not that it got too serious, but the thought still leaves him uncomfortable.
Sierra nods a little bit. "I've come to understand that there's more to them that meets the eye." She sighs. "Ah, the life of a journalist. Always searching for the perfect break-away story." She grins. "It's probably nothing, but I would very much appreciate being able to talk to this doctor that works there. If you could get me in touch with her, I'd really appreciate it." She gives George one of her award winning smiles.
"Her name's Dr. Kincade," George explains, setting his drink down and drawing closer to Sierra. "What are they up to, specifically, or are you still working on narrowing that down?"
Sierra smiles a little bit, shrugging. "I'm not a hundred percent sure, but a source tells me," she says while putting the card back in the file and closing it, "That there is more than meets the eye. That they aren't as clean shaven as they could be." She nods. "I've got just the bare minimum from the person I spoke to."
George considers, leaning against the side of the counter. "A lot of companies aren't as clean as they could be, but they make it sound like this is big enough to make a decent story out of it. I do hope you get the scoop on it." Absently, his fingers play with the tips of her hair. "Was there any other business we needed to go over?"
Sierra smiles. "From my understanding, though, it does go far beyond that. But I do not know, I need use my investigative skills now." She grins. She leans her head lightly against the hand. "Depends what sort of business you had in mind, cherie."
"I was thinking," George murmurs, "about the important business of spending time with you. It doesn't just happen by itself, I figure we should take full advantage of it while we can." As he speaks, he starts to turn subtly with her, to the point that it's her backed up against the countertop by the end.
"Ah, J'aime le temps de depense avec vous, mon grand cherie." Sierra takes his hand, giving it a little kiss. "But, first, I must freshen up and get more comfortable, cherie."
George brings the hand up to rest against Sierra's cheek, afterward. "Sure thing— it's your place, after all." Speaking of which, as it's his first visit here, he takes a minute to look around some more while he works on his drink.
Sierra picks up the folder and takes it with her upstairs. The kitchen which George is currently in, isn't huge, but it's not small either. It's…medium size. At the far end there is a door that leads down to the basement, and on the other side, near the hallway to the main entrance is a washroom. There are stairs heading up by the main entrance which would have been seen upon entering and by the stairs and entrance is a little living room with a couple of sofas and a television. There are plants and paintings placed around the place. As well, placed all over, are pictures of a variety of people, most of which seem to be her family: Her two parents and her brother. After about ten or fifteen minutes, Sierra comes back down wearing a small black dress and a little necklace on.
As Sierra returns, George's attention is focused on the first of those doors. "Mmm, I think black is definitely your color," he says to her, turning to give the outfit a once-over. "Hey, where's this one lead to, anyway?" He's still not used to the idea of basements, having spent most of his life in places where they'd be impractical at best.
Sierra smiles softly. "Merci, cherie." She giggles lightly. She looks toward the door in question. "That one? Ah, that goes down to the basement. Haven't been down there much since I moved here. Only been in New York a few months. It's pretty empty just now."
George glances downward. "Huh. I keep forgetting that they like to build down as well as up. You have any plans for it, or just using it for extra storage?" His arm eases around Sierra's waist as she approaches.
Sierra smiles softly. "Oui. Some people still need them, apparently." She grins at George, simultaneously wrapping her own arm around him. "Well…there's not much I really need it for…really. Not right now." She smiles. "Wanna see it?"
George shrugs and nods. "Yeah, sure." They've already established the whole spending-time-together thing, they can do that as well downstairs as upstairs.
Sierra reaches out her hand and opens the door slowly to show a steep set of stair leading down to the basement. "Well, this is it. Let's go." She smiles at him. There's just barely enough room on the stairs for both of them if they squeeze.
George follows after Sierra, hanging on to her waist with one hand and the rail with the other. Or the wall, or what sort of support is available down here, anyway? He squints and tries to get a better look at what awaits them further down.
There's a rail. On one side it's screwed into the wall, and on the other it's attached to the stairs themselves. As they reach the bottom, she reaches up to pull a string and turns on the light. It's a fair sized basement. About the same size as her place, and there's plenty of space. Sierra really hasn't put much of anything down here but a bookcase, a few boxes, and an old couch.
"Hey, now this is nice," says George, looking around once again after he regains a stable footing. "Too bad it doesn't have its own path up to street level, you could almost sub-let it otherwise."
Sierra smiles softly, nodding. "Oui, but it is too low down to have a viable outside entrance. Not that I would have control over the sublet. I only rent this place myself."
George shrugs. "Well, at least you get to use it on your own, then. Seems like it'd be quieter than upstairs." After mulling this over for a second longer, he goes to sit on the couch and reaches his hands up to Sierra's, inviting her to join him.
Sierra looks about with a soft sigh. "I don't like it when it's too quiet, to be honest. I like a little noise." She says as she takes George's hand, sitting next to him. She drapes her arm around his shoulders.
George laughs. "I would never have guessed," he teases, turning and leaning closer; if a camera were pointed at the top of the couch, then they would be outside its frame of view. It would, however, eventually pick up some unmistakable noises.