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Milliways is up one vampire Slayer, wandering in from the staff wing with her nose buried in a book.

No, this is not as rare a circumstance as you might believe: the book in question is a Watcher's Diary from the 18th Century, and the history of Vampire Slayers happens to be Mel's very personal area of dorkery.

Without once looking up from her book, she swings by Bar, picks up a pint of nog and a plate of fried paradoxes and finds her way to a table in the middle of the bar.

And there she remains.

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"Totally and with wild abandon. WILD, says I."

Someone might have a little too much extra energy, which...for Mike these days is kind of strange. Pregnancy has left him kind of lethargic. Well...lethargic for Mike.

"I'm not interrupting, am I?"

"Nuh uh."

Mel proves it by reaching around him and bundling him into her lap, bump and all.

"Just on duty."

Happy sigh.
Strong warrior womens.
Gotta love'em.

"Oh well in that case we should do something all official-like and talk about work. That way we can call this A Meeting, and not just the Two of Us Groping Each Other."

Do they have to?

Mel pouts.

"Awwww muffin!"
Mike pouts right along with her, but only as a ruse to keep her from noticing that he's bring his hand up to her face. With his thumb on her bottom lip, Mike begins to supply Mel's portion of the conversation.

"I think that's a brilliant idea!"

"Do you DayTripper?"

"Yup. Totally."

The pout becomes a scowl, and Mel shrugs.

"Vampire attack."

Blink.
"You're not kidding, are you?"

Mel shakes her head.

"Vic's out of bar right now, but remembered nothin useful."

Sigh.

"Vic?"

When does all this stuff happen? It's not like Mike lives anywhere else these days! How does he keep missing this sort of thing?

"Someone called Jane," Mel fills in. "Austen."

"OH! Vic like victim. Right right. You'd think with all the cop shows I watch I'd have caught that sooner....wait, did you say Jane Austen? Like the Jane Austen?"

Blank look from Mel.

"Which Jane Austen?"

"The one who does all the social satirey books that make the movies that make Hugh Grant's career."

Mike loves him some Austen. Even if it does take him more than a single pass through any given chapter to really understand any of it.

"Sure?" Mel guesses. "I never spoke to her."

"Any leads?"

Was it Harth?

Mel shakes her head. "Not a Cullen. And the M.O.'s not familiar.

"I never met her."

Therefore - no reason to leap to Harth shaped conclusions.

He nods. Fair enough.
Gotta love that family bond, right?

"So there's a new lurk in town, huh?"
When he sighs his cheeks puff out. Then he lays his head on her shoulder.
"Never a dull moment, huh?"

"What I'd give for a dull monent," says Mel, her head resting on his.

Mike reaches out, taking one of her hands in his, and places it on his belly.

"Vacation? You know...once the baby is born and I get my bathingsuit body back."

Under her hand the baby moves.

Mel doesn't look up to meet his eye, but a grin spreads at hr own eyes light up with the movement of the baby. Even if it's not theirs.

"Where're you thinking?"

"Nothing really. And I don't really care one way or the other. So long as it's us, and we're somewhere that people won't stare or try to take my blood."

"Rules out my cen," Mel says.

"Let's ask around, see if anyone'll let us through."

"I like the sound of that. Should we aim for somewhere warm or cold?"

He would have suggested they merely go to the Outlet and just camp on the beach, but...that's where the Pirates come from. After this whole ordeal he's thinking Pirates might be the last thing he wants to see.

Though maybe doing violence on them would be therapeutic.

"Warm," Mel says firmly. "With sun. Lots of sun and stars at night.

"We know any cowboys?"