"Imaginative, I'll just give it that, but who knows where its been!" Owen shuddered, and he looked over at the desk with the paperwork that longed to be filed long ago.

"You're implying that I live here. I could prove that wrong, and the two of us could go out for a date and then head back to my flat." Owen walked up the stairs, and he flopped down in his chair and grabbed hold of a folder from last week's autopsy. "Please, tell me you'll take me up on my offer."