[for nick] they'll be home for christmas

[alaspoorwarrick]

dated Friday, December 19th.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas!Yeah, you think? The last thing I need is a bunch of singing Chipmunks and an enchanted jukebox telling me what time of year it is. My bachelor pad with the swank living room and fly wraparound porch turned into a damned wood and felt thing people are calling a yurt. And y'

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[formerfratboy]

Nick wasn't really expecting a knock. Karen was off being a social butterfly, and he figured that pretty much everyone else was busy playing in the snow or something. No snow for his Texan ass, thank you very much. Instead, he was stretched out on his bed, thumbing through some cheesy crime novel the bookshelf had given him.

The knock was accompanied by Warrick's voice, though, and he sounded kind of freaked out. "Just a sec, man," Nick called out, tossing the book aside and pushing himself out of bed. God, he was getting old or something, everything just hurt.

"What's up, Warrick?" he asked as he pulled the door open.

[alaspoorwarrick]

One look at Nick and my cool's disappearing again. I swing my head on my shoulders, shrugging, hands looking for something to do.

"She's gone, man. Cath's gone." I know I probably should've prepared him or something, told him to sit down or whatever, that's what we do, but this isn't a homicide investigation, I'm not a cop, and Cath's gone.

[formerfratboy]

"Huh? What, no, she's just... " He peered down the hall, towards her room. "She's, what, probably in the bathroom or something. Nice long shower, I don't know."

Because clearly, clearly, Catherine couldn't be gone. Warrick just wasn't looking hard enough.

[alaspoorwarrick]

"No, man, she's not." I put my hand on Nicky's shoulder the way I've seen Brass do seems like a coupla thousand times. "I looked everywhere. Lab, Council office, no one's seen her and there's nothing in her room but the Lab Rats game."

My head's still swinging again and I know I'm talking sense but inside my brain it sounds like a cat or some shit jumped on a keyboard. "I'm serious, man, I think she's gone."