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"The Butz is in the house!" Larry saunters through the office doorway, high fiving Maya sitting on the couch. "Ready to head out for food?"
Nick looks up from where he's buried in file folders. He jolts, sending a blue stapler tumbling towards his forehead. "Oh shit, I completely forgot you were coming."
Larry catches the stapler before it finishes falling and snickers. "Well good thing I remembered - it looks like you're in over your head!"
"Very funny." He rolls his eyes, but Larry knows that one was hilarious. "Give me a hand with this stuff?" Nick gestures to a pile of boxes stuffed to the gills with crime scene reports. "I've been doing this so long that I'm starting to see the court record when I walk around."
"And the sooner we finish, the sooner Nick can treat us to Eldoon's," Maya adds with a conspiratorial grin. She and Larry fist bump.
The Butz swaggers over to the box pile, and starts sorting the files - he has no idea why this file has a tiger on the front page? Maya knows the organization system, so Larry gives her a boost to reach the top of the file cabinets.
It's annoying work, to be sure, and Nick's about at his wit's end when Larry finishes up with his part of the room. If it were possible, there would probably be steam rising from his head.
Suddenly, Nick swears loudly, a sequence of words that Larry hasn't heard since their college days. "Oh, there is no way this was processed correctly. Just, fuck me, god."
"Sure Nicky, just lemme get my pants off first!"
Maya cackles as Nick turns tomato red.
"Maya, Larry." Nick's face down on the desk, blush still spread across his cheeks. "I'll buy you extra noodles if you never mention this again."
Larry and Maya exchange a conspiratorial grin. "Lips sealed!"