"You spend a lot of time at the office for someone who claims to
have paid her dues already," Nick joked, but Cameron just rolled her
eyes at him.
        "Compared to the shifts I pulled at Princeton-Plainsboro,
working at Boyce is like being on vacation," she said.  "And BJ has
never once asked me to break into a patient's house and steal their
drain cleaner.  Although, admittedly, I kind of miss that part
sometimes."
        Nick snorted.  "Become a criminalist.  You'll look under more
sinks than you thought people could keep stuff under."
        "When I got to town, Dr. Robbins tried to recruit me for the
medical examiner's office."
        "Aw, you should've taken him up on it.  Right now the night
shift is just Doc Robbins and Super Dave."
        "No thanks.  I prefer my patients to at least start out alive."
        "Shame.  You'd dress the place up some."
        Cameron eyed him narrowly over the top of her coffee mug, though
below her narrowed eyes, the rest of her face was smiling.  "Are you
hitting on me, Investigator Stokes?"
        Nick blinked.  "Who, me?  No!  I'm just saying."

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