I'm not deaf; I know what my team is saying behind my back and subtle isn't a word I would use to describe them.

I'm not blind either; I can see it.

I'm not stupid; I know she can see it too.

We're so alike, Agent Borin and I. I choose not to acknowledge it because if I do then my team loses focus and my agents go crazy.

We lead the same way, we're bossy, we drink coffee. We trust our gut and we work our cases until we're completely satisfied.

She was a Marine who came from a small town and so am I. It's ridiculous that someone so young can still attract me; I'm twenty years her senior, but that's something that I try not to dwell on.

Her hair wasn't as vibrant as any of my wives or Jenny. Yet her hair color, more strawberry blonde than red, is very appealing. I like her and I want her, but I don't work that way. I learned before that trusting my gut is the best way to go.

So I push her out of my mind and for a year I am able to forget about her. Then she ends up in my jurisdiction again and it's like a year never passed. The desire I feel for her is as fresh and exciting as it was the first time we met.

And when I see her she's exhausted and annoyed, but she's also embarrassed and scared. And she's also wearing a tight tight dress that speaks to my more primal side. This time my gut doesn't say anything; this time my instincts come from somewhere a little further down than my gut.

So before I decided not to fight my gut, this time I decide not to fight my….

And we become lovers with no objection from Abigail (I can't quite think of her as Abby yet). And strangely this feels different than any of my other wives and lovers, even Shannon. With Abigail, it's like she really gets me. I've never had this kind of connection with anybody before.

Is it love? I don't know exactly. Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. The feelings come and go each time with a different sensation, a different lead if you will, but love? It could be, or maybe it's just side effects of the lust. I don't really know what's going to happen between us. As of recent years I've begun comparing my present relationships with my past. Is this going to be a Jenny relationship? A Hollis Mann? A Sharon? A Diane?

But something's different about Abigail. Our relationship isn't going to be named for someone else. Our relationship is new and different. It's an Abigail relationship. Maybe we'll last, maybe we won't. No sense living in the future. For now all things are good and that's just the way I like it.