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[walking_napalm]

It’s been, Liz Sherman reflects, a long night. Hunting a potential kelpie through rainy alleys in Queens was not how she wanted to spend her time between the hours of 11 P.M. and 5 A.M. Particularly when there was no sign of the damn thing

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[bprd_agent_red]

It's one of those rare occasions when Red isn't grounded and wasn't called in on a mission so he's roaming the halls freely.

Freely, and bored.

Nothing on TV. He's not in the mood for lifting or eating. No missions for him to go on. No one else around to hang out with. What else is there to do?

Not realizing Liz and her team have returned he walks down the hallway, head bent and sighs.

"I need'ta get out of here."

[walking_napalm]

One side of Liz's mouth curves, just a little bit. She rounds the corner -- and finds, just as expected, a particularly restless-looking Red heading toward her. "Nothing good on TV, Red?" she says.

[bprd_agent_red]

Lifting his head his mood improves immediately.

"Liz! You're back. How'd the thing go? Any action?"

[walking_napalm]

"Nope," she says, stopping in front of him. "Not a thing. Just a night full of dumpsters and mysterious fishy smells." She smiles with a wry face. "You know. The usual."

She's well within his space, looking up at him.

"What'd you do?"

[bprd_agent_red]

"Sounds fun."

He looks down at her, tail swaying slowly behind him and smiling.

"Oh, nothin'. Ate. Watched some TV, there was nothin' on. Ate. Rearranged Myers' room, fed the cats. Ate, and now I'm here." He shrugs. "Busy day."

[walking_napalm]

"Sounds like it," she says, one side of her mouth lifted. "What do you think about adding some pizza and Robot Chicken to it?"

[bprd_agent_red]

"I like your thinkin'." He grins. "I'd just like to add beer to the mix. Pizza, beer an' cartoons make for a great time."

[walking_napalm]

"Make mine an orange juice and you've got a deal," she says, shaking her head at him (but grinning). "My cut-off time for beer's three A.M." She slips her fingers into his (left hand) and gives a light tug. "Come on, you big monkey. The kitchen awaits."

[bprd_agent_red]

"Three A.M.? Really? That's pretty early, Liz. C'mon, let's stretch to three-thirty, at least." He wheedles as he lets her tug him along.

"Can't let Abe out do you and I got him to go as long as four once."

Heading towards the kitchen with her hand in his, his mind is off leaving for the moment and focused on her.

And pizza.

And beer.

[walking_napalm]

"It's five in the morning, Red," she says, and she holds up all fingers on her left hand for illustration. "Five!"

[bprd_agent_red]

"Five? Is it?" He starts to look around for a clock.

"Well, if it's five we should start thinkin' breakfast. Pamcakes and beer, breakfast of champions."

He flashes her a grin then pushes through the kitchen door. Remembering belatedly to let her through first he takes a step back and holds it for her instead; smiling at her again.

[walking_napalm]

Neil and the boys were fine company and all, but this? This was decidedly lacking in her night. Liz smiles and raises a hand to his face, running her thumb across his cheek.

"Maybe we c--"

She steps through the door, and her voice abruptly stops.

[bprd_agent_red]

"What?" He asks, not catching the last part.

Following behind her he almost runs over her, catching himself just in time.

"Liz, what ... Aw, crap."

He's in trouble.