I should have known from the moment I entered the room that something was wrong.

Everything was still, silent, deadly, wrong.

And yet I didn't care, I just pulled Charlie into the room with me. I pressed my body into his and allowed my tongue to run across his lips, begging entrance. He granted it and just as we fell onto the couch the lights to my apartment came on followed by a shout of SURPRISE! And that was when I knew we were screwed.

Maybe I shouldn't start this right off like this. My name is Dani, Dani Reese. If your smart enough to read a newspaper or watch the news then you've heard of me. Well actually you've heard of my partner Charlie Crews. He's the cop who was stuck in jail for twelve years and was innocent. Made lots of money from it too. It also made him the man he is today. Unfortunately the man he is today includes the Zen he learned in prison, so not all of it is a good thing.

Anyway, since being partnered with me we've solved a lot of crimes together. You may call us the "Goren and Eames" of LA. Of course none of the cops I know get this so if you don't I completely understand. Our first case together was tough. I was just out of rehab, he was just out of prison. He was Zen and I .... I definitely was not Zen. We didn't work together very well. And yet somehow, we did. We solved the case in good time, and on top of all that I didn't ask for a new partner! ME of all people! I had sunk so low on the police list that I would have done anything to get back up top. And yet I didn't dump Charlie. Turned out to be a good thing for me because now we have the "Goren and Eames" thing going for us. He still annoys the hell out of me with the Zen crap and now I'm beginning to pick it up which is NOT a good thing.

Since then we've been through a lot of shit that has brought us closer together. We however didn't realize how close until after Charlie was shot.

I still remember that day so clearly. I had just asked him about my father, when someone knocked at the door. Charlie went to answer it and I looked away for one second. Suddenly the sound of a gun shot was ringing in my ears. I saw Charlie turn towards me and then fall to the ground. I rushed to him as his father dialed 911. I called for him, begged him not to leave me. I was covered in his blood, on my shirt, in my hair, on my hands and face. I still hadn't changed when Charlie got out of surgery. Our boss Tidwell couldn't understand why I was so concerned about him. We had been going out for a little while and I think that he was worried that I would leave him.

His fears were well justified. I left him two weeks later. I know that sounds mean but...

I don't know how to explain this! I have never really loved someone. Never. Ever. When I was in college I thought I fell in love with a boy. After I slept with him the feeling went away. And then I was with Tidwell, and that was... well it was new. And then Charlie got shot. And I thought I was going to loose him. And suddenly there was a hole in me, a hole that was Charlie. And later when Charlie woke up and smiled at me I finally realized what love is. Or at least what the beginning of love is. So I left Tidwell for Charlie.

So now you're wondering: If you left Tidwell for Charlie does anyone else know?

The answer: NO!

I think that if anyone knew (especially my father) we would have lots of heart attacks on our hands. I mean come on! Me the Queen of one night stands and pick ups dating Mr. Zen? It sounds like a bad soap opera.

I guess the next thing you're wondering is: Why are people in your house when you and Charlie were about to have passionate sex on the couch.

Well the answer to that begins last week when Charlie and I got a case...