Give or take a day, Karen had officially arrived on the island a year ago after braving a bat in the office with Angela. And they'd had another giant bat to deal with a few days ago, which kinda just made everything come full circle in a creepy, almost terrifying kind of way. (Honestly, first giant moths, then giant bats, what was next, giant
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He heard a knock at his door (over the buzz of that hideous neon sign of Greg's) and sprang up from his position of lounging on his bed, going to swing it open. "Hey," he said, looking at Karen, a smile spreading across his face. Damn, she was pretty. She was always pretty. Even when she was kicking his ass at video games, she was freaking pretty. And she was standing at his door with a bag of stuff and -- okay, back to earth, Nick, nothing works when you're having a conversation in your head. "Got your note."
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"I'm very good at paperwork," Nick said with a sage nod. After all, with Grissom's disdain for paperwork back home, someone had to fill out seven hundred forms in triplicate. And that someone was oftentimes Nick.
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"I was thinking more along the lines of..." she tilted her head, giving it some thought, "you doing whatever I ask, basically."
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