AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote this for the crossover meme on fandomsecrets at the request of a fellow fan.
He got away. That bastard who did those Iterrible/I things to children, and they knew it, they just couldn't prove and Ihe got away/I and the bastards always did…
That was what her job was like all the time. Olivia found her ways to relax, but sometimes, even a long, hot bath did not keep those angry thoughts from cycling through her mind.
The doorbell rang. Olivia dried herself off quickly and threw a robe on, tight around her.
Detective Gumshoe. An obvious name for an obvious sort of person. He was scruffy and endearing like a lost puppy. Currently he carried a bouquet of daisies.
"Dick," Olivia said after a moment. "I'm sorry about our date last night…"
"Oh, it's okay. I know some detectives actually get busy with cases and stuff." Gumshoe clearly didn't know what to do with the flowers in his hands since Olivia didn't seem ready to take them. "Uh, I brought these for you! I know you said when we started dating that you're not into all that traditional stuff, but, I thought they might cheer you up."
"Thanks, Dick," said Olivia, taking the flowers. She ought to be annoyed, but instead she just invited him in and searched around for a flower vase.
"Since we missed dinner out last night, why don't I fix you dinner?"
Olivia was surprised that she was comfortable with him in her space. Maybe because he was about as dangerous as a cuddly teddy bear. "That sounds good," she said, hesitating due to heart's caution.
"Great! Which would you like, weenies or noodles?"