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I'll be down in Williamsburg this weekend, visiting. :)

Also, snippet from potential fic:

Murphy stared in horror at their hotel room.  "We did not make this mess," she said evenly, sliding in the doorway to the left.  Next to her, Kincaid copied the movement to the right.  Her hand automatically slide to where she normally carried her sidearm and she scowled, feeling more than naked without it.

Oh, she had it all right -- after all, she was on vacation with Kincaid -- but it was locked up in the safe in their room.

"Well, we did some of it," Kincaid disagreed levelly.  "I clearly remember breaking that chair.  And the headboard to the bed.  And the..."

"Shut. Up."  Murphy flushed in part from embarrassment and remembered pleasure.  The chair had been ugly, to boot.  "I don't remember the whole wrecking of glass and torn apart clothing, though.  That's new."

Whoever (or considering her travel companion and her friends back home, whatever) had done this was probably long gone, but that didn't stop Kincaid from underhand tossing her a revolver that he recovered from a stash in the closet.  And it didn't stop Murphy from checking every single room, closet and bathroom the suite had.

By the time they were done, hotel staff had gathered at the door, looking nervous and upset.

"I'm starting to hate Hawaii," she muttered.

Kincaid just grinned, though it didn't reach his eyes.  "All in a day's work."

"But you're not getting paid."

Now the grin turned wolfish and it did reach his eyes.  "Yes, I am.  Just not in cash."

Murphy flushed.

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