Disclaimer: Own nothin'.
When I was a little girl my mother warned me about boys. She told me boys who rode motorcycles and who wore leather jackets were trouble. She told me they only wanted one thing from ladies and it wasn't a hand shake. I believed her.
So when I moved to New York and started working at the crime lab, I knew the leather jacket wearing bike riding 'playboy' could only ever possibly want one thing from a woman. And it wasn't a handshake.
But then he proved all my mother's theories, or 'lies' wrong. Sure he had harassed me and gave me a hard time, but then it all changed. I'm not sure exactly when it had all changed, but the day I went undercover and dropped the flash bomb, I knew it all changed. He was the first one in the room, and I was the first person he searched for. We attempted an actual date, but my past snuck up on me, so I stood him up. We became distant.
I had to go back Montana, put my past behind me. I began to falter, and somehow he knew I needed him. He showed up 2,000 miles from his home in New York to give me the extra support I needed.
I took him home to meet my parents, his hand firmly incased in mine.
"Mom, this is Danny," I smiled up at him, "He wears a leather jacket almost every day, and rides a motorcycle most of the time. He came from New York, to support me, and all we have down is hug and shake hands."
I smiled at my mother, proud I had found someone who proved my mother's lie wrong.