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Nick knew that there was something different the very moment he woke up. Not to say that his home and his bed on the island weren't comfortable, but, well, they still weren't exactly living in luxury.

Not that Nick ever had -- being a CSI paid the bills, but it still didn't leave a lot left over for high thread counts and plush mattresses. So when he woke up feeling incredibly well-rested, he knew something was wrong.

Same with when he opened his eyes and saw not his familiar hut, but a very lavish hotel room.

Same with when he raised himself up on one elbow, squinted to see out the window, and caught a glimpse of the Bellagio fountains below.

He didn't know how, he didn't know why, but he was home.

"Uh, Karen?" He reached out, nudging Karen's shoulder to wake her up. "Get up, things are weird."

Date: 2014-02-05 01:20 am (UTC)
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Those words had become much too familiar over the years, and though Karen usually faced weird mornings with resignation, it didn't make her any more willing to open her eyes and figure out what was going on.

"Five minutes," she mumbled, and was a little glad to hear that she was still herself. At least there was that. "Bed is better than crazy right now."

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