MCA #3, Thursday Night

Mar 25, 2010 23:11

Alex had been expecting Gibbs at her apartment this evening. It had been an odd week, but that just meant they needed an evening of staying in and drinking wine all the more. When Gibbs didn't show, she figured something had come up. It was the way the job went. He'd contact her when he could.

Ten minutes later, she realized there was a scratching sound at her door. She opened it to reveal a large, friendly-looking German shepherd: no tags, no collar, and no identification. Someone else in the building must have let their dog out.

Time to call the super and see if anyone had reported a missing dog. And even though she knew better, she still reached out to scritch the dog's ears. He (she?) just looked so friendly. If he bit her, she'd have no one to blame but herself.

When the dog trotted inside, sweet as pie, and jumped onto her couch, that was when she began to suspect.

"Okay," she said. "If you're just a homeless dog, I'm going to name you Gibbs anyway and sic you on him. Deal?"

The cheery bark of agreement did nothing to quell her fears. This island was so weird.

(famous_gut modded with permission -- Gibbs is puppy-fied for the time being while the mun has availability issues. Alex hates this island, as always.)
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