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Colby barely kept back a groan as he finally made it to his front door. The case the team had been working was brutal, and now, even with all three on-call geniuses at work on it, they were solidly stuck. Life looked pretty grey on days like these. The stubborn lock gave way with less argument than it usually did, forestalling his instinct to simply kick the thing in and replace the lot of it. He dropped his bag with a thump and collapsed on the sofa. A moment later, a welcoming “mrrp” sounded, and five pounds of warm, soft, lithe companionship appeared on his lap, butting against his hand before standing to delicately sniff and wash his chin. Colby grinned and stroked the length of Camo’s back.
Days like today looked very grey.
Tabby grey.