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[fever_crusade]

Martha had been following the tragedy of Oceanic Flight 815 since its mysterious disappearance, and along with several of her colleagues in the Senate, had attempted to investigate. Of course, they had no idea what they were dealing with.

Now with the return of the Oceanic 6, things seemed to make even less sense than before. As much as she wanted

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[layered_con]

James grinned at the doorman as he walked casually into Martha's building, cocking a finger gun at the man with one hand as James hitched up his slacks with the other hand. The stuffily clad man seemed to be expecting James and did nothing but grimace slightly as James strolled his way into the waiting elevator

[fever_crusade]

She takes a point to straighten herself out a little before opening the door.

She breathes a sigh of relief - he really is alive after all, and standing right there in front of her - and smiles warmly. "So. Are we going with James or Sawyer tonight?"

[layered_con]

"James is fine, Red," James said, grinning widely and holding out the bottle he had brought with. "Or whatever you're comfortable with, really. S'nice apartment buildin'."

[fever_crusade]

She nods. "James. I like it, it looks good on you."

Then she steps back from the door, gesturing for him to come inside. "I see you brought whiskey. Planning to drink me under the table?"