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�Nothing�s wrong,� Lucy said, her usual smile firmly in place. She looked at Tara. �Sue�s coming tonight, and she�s bringing a friend,� she said happily. The apartment had been too quiet without Sue and Levi around.
�What�s going on now?� Bobby asked.
Tara smiled softly at the Aussie. �Girl�s night out. Well, girls, Levi, and Sue�s mystery date,� she said in an �I know something you don�t know� tone, hoping to get a rise out of Jack. She had received the same message from Sue, only her reaction had been much less vocal than Lucy�s.
Jack got up from his desk and went over to Tara�s workstation, absentmindedly straightening the stacks of files that sat between her keyboard and a picture of the team at Rock Creek Park where they had had a picnic for Lucy�s birthday a few months earlier. �How is Sue?� Jack asked, trying too hard to sound casual.
�She�s fine,� Tara said as she closed the e-mail before Jack could get a look at it. �Not really loving the bomb shelter but apparently Myles has been a big help. To be honest I can�t stand that place, either, though. Something about it is just way too creepy for me to deal with,� she continued, working her way up to a full-fledged ramble. �And the fact that Myles is playing her knight in shining Armani is equally creepy, though probably less oppressively so.�
�I don�t know about that one, Shelia,� Bobby said as he tapped at the keyboard in front of him. �I�m pretty sure Harvard acting like a human is one of the signs of the apocalypse.�
Tara rolled her eyes and reached over, swatting Jack�s hands away from her files. �The whole obsessive compulsive paper straightening thing you have is cute, Jack, but if you touch my files one more time I�m going to be forced to use you for target practice,� Tara said sweetly. Jack pulled away from the temptingly messy-looking files and stuck his hands in his pockets to keep them out of trouble.
Bobby shot Jack a �that�s you told� look as he got up and stretched noisily, groaning as muscles moved and joints popped. It had been a long morning, and he was sure it was going to be an even longer afternoon, if that was at all possible. They were still waiting to hear back from some of their contacts of less than reputable standards but so far they hadn�t heard any whispers of something being in the works. They had gotten a tip about a cat burglar working former warehouses that had been turned into apartment buildings just north of Union Station, but it wasn�t something the FBI dealt with so they passed that information along to the DCPD.