„Lucia! No, no! Lucia!"

Johnny was bent over the body of the beautiful Latina girl. A ricochet had blown into the back of her skull. Though the tiny creek of blood between the long brown waves didn´t seem like a large injury the bullet had just found the right spot. Lucia had died immediately.

It was a dreadful sight, the always funny and delightful clown of graceland turned into a tragic pieta over the pretty daughter of a mobster. He held her close to his chest and between the sobbs they could make out the word amor a couple of times. Mike looked at Briggs who was as helpless as him. „I get Charly."

After what felt like an eternity Charly had soothed Johnny into finally letting go of Lucia´s corpse. A red spot on his white shirt where he had held her head, with an empty gaze and hanging shoulders, a different person stumbled out of the door then the Johnny Tuturro who had entered it about five hours before. The paramedics guiding him into the ambulance. He had a grazing shot that needed treatment. Paige and Jakes had just arrived Carlito´s villa to catch a last glimpse of Johnny. It was Paige who summed it up most precisly: „Oh shit."

They were in the middle of celebrating their successful operation against the Solano cartel when the front door opened and Johnny walked into the party. His eyes swollen and an exhausted look on his face he walked through the suddenly quiet group, went straight for the bottles of Tequila and was about to head to his room. „Hey Johnny," Mike yelled „come on sit with us. You did great today!" and as he said it he already cursed his stupidity.

„Hey Mikey" never had anyone of them hear Johnny speaking a sarcastic and bitter tongue „ why don´t you mock me and my inability for this job even more. Great job you did there, first big undercover operation and your girlfriend gets killed."

Johnny takes some giant gulpes from the bottle and turns to go to his room. Before he slams the door shut behind him he says „You all just leave me be."

Now (6 months later)

„So everyone" Mike addresses the whole group of agents sitting in the living room „I have received a note from the Bureau that graceland will be joined by a fellow agent from europe, who will be helping us with our tinkerbell case. It seems that Solano has been the top of the iceberg of a globaly operating trafficking ring. Europe has been trying to shut this down for a while. Anyway, since we are forced to take in another roomie for some weeks, I am very happy to tell you that I know the agent who will be staying with us. She will be arriving from Berlin in two hours."

„Wrong. She is already here."

A tall, athletic woman with a head full of wild dark blonde curls stands on the deck. A giant black barsoi laying down at her feet. She wears tight blue jeans and a black tank top, biker boots and a tattoo is spiraling up her left arm from the elbow up to the shoulder and further to her neck. Mike turns around with a broad smile „Go say hi to your old friend, Balu."

Lena is a friendly nature. She introduces herself to everyone individually. Is charming and polite. Her german accent is not strong but detectable and after a little bit of chitchat Briggs clears his throat „So Lena what´s you´re story."

That is when the front door bursts open and Johnny comes in. He is inebriated and has a five-o´clock-shadow on his face. Johnny acknowledges the existence of his roommates with a nod and Lena´s with a questionably raised eyebrow. „Johnny you are more than an hour late."

„Go fuck yourself, Mike"

Tuturro gets up from his seat just as he sat down and heads for his room. The looks on their faces are half embarrassed half concerned. Lena breaks the silence „Wow, what a way to make an entrance."

„Yeah, my apologies for that one. He has been in a dark place for quite a while now." Briggs tells her. „Gotcha."

Then you hear Johnny come down the stairs, he carries his surf board. „You guys all surf?" Nods all around. „Hey you," Lena yells after Johnny „wait up I´m coming too."

„But what about the briefing?" Mike says holding the files in his hands.

„Oh honey, I am not here for another two hours? Remember?"