Its been a while since I’ve been here so let me stretch out my paws and take a quick stroll through my domain.
Hmmm *hops around* need some repair work over there, new paint on that section. And must enlarge the bunny pen by a few sizes.
There’s a lot going on … Bob 2 and I have been working to drive our writers to distraction. At the moment I’ve got Old School CSI on non-stop in the background tossing bunnies left, right and center.
Bob 2 is adding elements to the 10th Anniversary special of Clan War to the point that the new Kiss of Death has more pages than half the original Clan War Arc! *high paws Bob 2*
I see that Spring Fling is starting which means the Graphic Gecko will break loose of his cage *sigh*. I have to let him out at least once a year or he starts selling car insurance to make a living.
Plot Crab has gone AWOL though last I heard he was having fun crabbing in the Bering Sea.
The Research Meerkat Sergei has got some new books and is contently curled up by the bookcases – fighting the dog for the bed and blankies.
*pokes Alien* *watches in fascination as the fur moves like a live organism* Dude! Wake up! Must annoy your writers!!
And because I’m evil – what like you didn’t know that. Some old school moments you’ll be seeing leading up to the 10th Anniversary re-release of Clan War.
“Congrats Nicky you’re a CSI level 3,” Gil said as he handed the young Texan his new badge.
Nick smiled as he took the chain, his eyes quickly searching for Warrick. He had been resigned to the fact that his Mate would beat him, and considering everyone, including his own kids, bet against him, obviously, so did everyone else.
Except for Thomas and Arthur, who had just made a small fortune.
It was Brass that found the note on Nick’s fridge, he took it down and pocketed it not wanting it to be cataloged in evidence.
Food’s been stocked up, including the back fridge. I added new clothes to the wardrobe and called the Dry Cleaner to find out what happened to the previous items. Bills have been paid, and the kitchen sink has been repaired.
Also contacted Van Helsing to come and take out the Rogue that is living in your Attic.
To bad the note showed up only a few hours before Crane had tossed Nick out of a second story window.
“What the hell is your problem?” Warrick asked pulling on his jeans, leaving them undone as he watched his Mate pace the room.
Nick had surprised him for his birthday. A rare night off for the two of them. Tucked away in their private room at Lady Heather’s. Nick on his knees, hands cuffed behind him…
“What?” Warrick shook his head out of the memories to make sure he heard what he thought his Mate had just said.
“You heard me. You’re dead not deaf.” Nick glared at his Mate. “I just saw Gil screwing my mother.”
“Were was Evy?”
Warrick didn’t want to know if Evy had notes on him and Nick…
“Of course she does. Evy is a librarian, probably has them organized by dewy decimal system.” Nick answered the unasked question. “Her and mom own and run brothels, dominatrix club, and sex shops in more than one city and has since 3000 BC. They have a lot of information and knowledge to organize.”
“So are you going to tell Gil you know?” Warrick slipped on his shirt trying to hide his grin, at Nick’s face expression.
“Yeah sure laugh all you want.” Nick’s hands were on his hips, showing how much he was truly agitated. “So how am I supposed to drop that into conversation. Next time Gil hands out assignments. ‘Hey Nick here’s a B&E. Thanks Gil, by the way you slept with my mother!'” Warrick’s laughter just got louder. “Oh and when he asks how would I know – I can tell him Warrick and I were in our private room, recreating our first date where he had me handcuffed on my knees and blowing him, before he fucked me straight for three days.”
Warrick stopped laughing. “Awkward.”
“Is that a hawk?” Sara asked.
“No it’s a pigeon.” Nick tried not to roll his eyes.
“What’s it doing in here?” She demanded. “This is our break room.”
“You know Nick, you shouldn’t have animals in the lab, people could be allergic.” Gil added to the conversation.
He turned on both of them, trying not to upset the hawk anymore than it was. “The hawk witnessed the murder and has evidence on him from the crime scene, which I’m collecting. I’m doing it in here, since I do not want to contaminate other evidence from other crimes.”
The hawk feeling the agitation in the room squawked, wings flapping outwards, talons digging into the perch it was one, mainly Nick’s arm.
Nick rubbed a finger down it’s chest and talked softly to calm it down. Once the bird settled again, he glanced back at the two CSIs. “And let me get this straight – its okay for Gil to have Bugs and experiments in the break room, cause he’s the bug expert. But I’m just patted on the head and patronized that I gain my knowledge of birds, from Animal Planet. Which by the way when do y’all think I have time to watch these shows?!”
Gil opened his mouth, then closed it. “You’re right Nicky, I hadn’t realized you knew so much about birds.”
“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, Gris.”