For the enjoyment of the members of CID... My first bath of Duke icons!

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(I'll probably work on better ones eventually, and also Duke with other members of CID. Didn't have much time today!)

It was an uncommonly quiet night for CID London. The sun set was always lovely over a bustling city, but Alex Drake couldn't enjoy this one; she was fast asleep at her desk. Even if the night was quiet, the week had been unforgivably long, and she hadn't been sitting down more than a half-hour before her head had dropped heavily, her eyes slid shut, and her cheek landed with an unceremonious thump on top of a half-completed piled of paperwork.

This being CID, and no matter how quiet, the nap was never meant to last very long. Duke (himself who had been napping for a few hours under Chris' chair, before Alex's soft snores had roused him) leapt onto the desk stealthily, padding past haphazardly tossed pens and scraps of papers until he reached Alex, whereupon he went about grooming the hair over her ear intently. Grunting back into consciousness, she swatted him away and shifted around her head, but Duke seemed very intent on making sure that the hair behind Alex's ear was going to stay laying down. Or, perhaps, start sticking straight up in the air, depending on the direction of grooming.

"Knock it off, Duke," Alex muttered into her paperwork.

I would like to introduce you all to the newest member of our family... This is Duke.



Aptly named by the Guv, who is unwilling to accept that this kitten is clearly a girl.

Shaz, I'm sorry, I inadvertently volunteered us both for litterbox duty. But don't you think she's worth it?