Note: Originally posted as happychica.
Disclaimer: See chapter one.
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"It's so…huge!" Laughing, Laura ran down the beach, splashing into the waves of the Atlantic Ocean. As a little girl, she remembered begging her parents to bring her to the beach, but they'd never once had the chance to grant that request, much to Laura's disappointment. Refusing defeat, the eight-year-old had scoured the library for every book on this place, everything from marine biological research papers to fictional children's picture books. All of them fell short of the real thing.
So when Fenton asked her if she'd like to go along, Laura had been as excited as a child on Christmas Eve. The night before they were supposed to leave she hadn't sleep a wink. She knew she had been driving her fiancé mad, but Fenton had just smiled and answered her questions, finally ordering them to bed at eleven, thoroughly exhausted by her questions. But that had been yesterday; today, they were here, and it was better than any Christmas so far!
Thoroughly wet, Laura splashed out onto the beach a few minutes later, still grinning. Fenton had stretched out on the warm sand and was nearly asleep when Laura finally flopped down next to him. His week had been far too hectic to be real. Didn't the criminals of this city ever sleep? No, that wouldn't fit the way of the city. New York really needed some sleeping pills, at least so the LEOs didn't drop dead from exhaustion. Yeah, better to get shot, thought Fenton, finally slipping off to sleep.
Watching her fiancé drifting off, Laura pushed the sand around with her hands, enjoying the feel of the grainy substance. Yet another thing the books didn't cover very well. Suddenly, Laura got an idea. Carefully, so as not to wake him, she began to pile sand on top of her sleeping friend…
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A/N: Well, they are snapshots…