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Mike doesn't bound down the stairs today. No, instead he sedately wanders down with a rather large covered basket under his arm. It looks something like a sewing basket. He takes a seat at an out of the way table, and begins to unpack various and sundry sewing supplies.

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"Well first you have to wear a bell."

Mike laughs out loud.
"Yeah, I can imagine. It's always awesome to see tourists at those things."

"Sorry, it's meant to be. You'll love him. He...he's quiet. And he makes stuff. Neat stuff. And he saved most of New England on his own."

"Yeah, I can imagine. I mean, I live in the sewers after all."

"We also had a strange death at a furry convention. That was also unique. And coming from Vegas, that is saying something. I did manage to score a leopard-print leotard at a lovely price though, with matching print cat ears."

She puts her head in her hands. "Great, a reptilian Grissom. Just what I need." She shakes her head mournfully. "Sorry, Mike, I don't think I need further blows to my self-esteem. Besides, I kinda have my eye on someone here. It wouldn't be fair to lead your brother on."

"Oh yeah, I'd forgotten that. Sorry." Now she feels sheepish.

"Those conventions are a frickin' riot. And I'm not just saying that as an anthropomorphic reptile...no, wait. I am."

"But...but...then we could give you an artist name and you'd be one of the family. You and Kahlo. Come On...please? Wait...eye on someone here? Okay, it's alright, Don will understand if you like me more. I mean, I am the favorite. He's used to it by now."

"Why? It's cool down there."

"Well, next time someone dumps a vial of bitch-in-heat hormones over your back, let me know what kind of a riot you think it is," she says dryly. "That did NOT amuse me."

"What's wrong with the name I have?" She looks mockingly insulted. "And sorry Mikey, it's not you, though you are a true sweetheart. You'll make someone very happy."

"It would be, wouldn't it?"

"Noncon stuff doesn't amuse."

"Once a bridesmaid, never the bride."

"Especially in the summer. You really get used to the smell after a while."

"To be fair, the person ended up not being involved in the death we were investigating. Threw it at me as she was running away. But god, I had never had to fend off so many dogs in my life."

"Awwww." She pats his arm consolingly. "Your time will come. With your charm and smile, how can it not?"

She nods. "True enough. After 12 or 14 hours, you barely notice that the guy you're working on has been down a mineshaft for two years."

"I'd hardly call that fair. There are some levels that even I won't stoop to. That's just wrong."

He bats his eyes, sighs dramatically, and then rests his head on her shoulder.

"Well, it beats the time I was held hostage. Then again, that's when I learned to dislocate two arms at the same time." She grins. "I never catch a break."

She pats his head consolingly. "Someday, you'll look back on this and know I was right. Or be laughing your ass of at me. One or the other."

"Yeah, that doesn't sound like a fun way to spend a Friday night. I should know, I'm pretty sure I've had the same Friday night."

"Why do the pretty ones always have to be human"

"Mmmm...well, it was also worth the expression on Brass and Grissom's faces when I came out of there dragging the guy, him cussing a mile a minute and me snarking right back at him. Brass is still afraid of me."

"Finally, someone calls me the pretty one. And I don't know--maybe you could hook up with a shape-shifter?"

"Okay, maybe you're too close to family to marry my brother. I officially adopt you as my honorary sister. New name forthcoming. Have to keep the tradition alive."

"I don't think shapeshifter would cut it. Turtles are sort of...species specific. Oh what a cruel fate."

Can't you feel the drama and angst?

"A new brother. Wow. Another one to add to the collection. You and Nicky would get along well. And if I don't like my new name, I won't answer to it." She resists the urge to stick out her tongue.

"Can't help you there, I'm afraid. Unless you find a way to turn into another species."

Oh yes, the angst just drips down. Poor, poor Mikey. She pecks his cheek consolingly.

It works every time. Lay on the pout, and women just melt. What can he say? He's just that good.

[ooc: sadly, I must flee. you? with the rocking of the total!]

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