Here's a little fiction for all of ya! <g>

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"Hi Nat!" Nick said as he came in the morgue.

Nat keep writing on her reports and mumbled a greeting.

"What you doing?" Nick asked.

"I'm trying to finish the paperwork for the last..." 
Nat halted in mid-explination and stared wide eyed at 
Nick. "What did you do to yourself?!?" She exclaimed 
as she grabbed him by the arm and pulled him toward 
the light.

"Nat, it's nothing." 

"What do you mean it's nothing!"

"It'll heal as soon as I take it out." 

"Why did you do it?"

"Well, you see, Vachon and I were talking..."

"Vachon! You followed Vachon's advice?!?"

"Yah! He said women like it. It's part of the 'bad boy' 
image they seem to like."

Natalie pondered that bit of information for a bit, then 
said, "Well, it does go with your leather jacket."

"You like it?" 

"Yes, I do actually. But what are you about LaCroix?"

"Oh, no problem there. LaCroix was thinking about getting 
an earring too. I just beat him to it." Nick fiddled with the 
ruby bead on the small silver hoop in his ear.