A/N: whoew, this accidentally became quite the long one. Some more Will for you guys! (send me dog races, I don't know anything about them) Enjoy!

CHAPTER 2:

The dogs shook their fur wildly on the porch and followed their master inside, staring at the stranger curiously. He hung his coat on the rack and turned to her. The sight made him frown. The woman was as tall as him, if not taller, and held her coat at arms-length. Her gaze was directed at the three dogs cirlcing around her, sniffing her in wonder and excitement.

"You can move." She shook her head as it stayed bowed down, making her long, golden hair suddenly cascade down her shoulders.

"No it's fine. They should sniff me out first, otherwise they'd be more restless." She commented calmly, he fell silent at that and observed his dogs taking her in. When they finally settled down and barked at her greetingly he took her coat from her. Finally she looked up with a small and kind smile on her face, pointing down.

"I should take off my shoes. They're soaked." He nodded and gestured to the space beneath the coats and jackets.

"Just put them there." he turned around and made for the kitchen to prepare some coffee. Will had heard about Laura around town. John had told him she was more severe than his wife, making her a good yet respected instructor. He put a few spoonfuls of ground coffee in the machine. She'd come from Europe but was well schooled in English. Will hadn't heard any definable non-English accent in the few words she had spoken. She did have her American and British pronunciation slightly mixedup. He pressed the button and noticed the enthusiastic barks coming from the living room. He leaned towards the doorway in wonder and was pleasantly surprised at the sight of two of the dogs lying on their backs as she rubbed they bellies, the third one sitting on her lap and barking for attention.

"What are their names?" he blinked at her question and glanced at the coffee, it was almost finished.

"Gary, Amelia and Buck." She smiled at the corgi in her lap, Buck, and tapped his nose carefully.

"Quiet down you." She reprimanded, to which the dog fell quiet instantly. His eyebrows jumped up surprised.

"You're very good with dogs." He noted and disappeared back into the kitchen.

"Not dogs per-se. I'm good with discipline." The mugs clattered as he put them on the counter. For a brief moment he asked himself how far her natural talent for discipline reached. He came back into the living room with two steaming mugs.

"Black?" she nodded gratefully and took the drink from him, her long pale fingers wrapping around it securely. He noticed the oil beneath her fingernails.

"I'm the only one who can keep those teenagers in line." She clarified and sat down in the couch as he gestured towards him. She crossed her legs and leaned back into the seat with straight shoulders.

"So what's the problem with the boat?" Even though his posture was somewhat relaxed he went straight to business.

"I don't really know. I couldn't find anything big. The propeller's stuck." He gave a short hum and nod, taking a sip from the hot drink.

She held back a frown, it was obvious that he was avoiding eye-contact.

"You're not in town much are you?" her question made him tilt his head towards her and he let out an amused huff.

"No. I'm sure you've heard enough rumors about me to know what my job is." She gave him a small grin and drank some coffee.

"Then I suppose you've heard about me as well." He lifted his chin slightly and smiled admittingly.

"You're from Europe. You've been here for a while now." She nodded, Amelia trotting towards her and ploffing down on her foot, asking for attention. Laura scratched her head absentmindedly.

"John thinks you're even stricter than his wife and you're on friendly terms with a lot of the retailers. You've got a good eye for quality products, I've heard.'" An airy laugh left her and she shook her head at his remark, which caused his grin to broaden.

"I do. Good enough of a nose to smell the fish all over you. I didn't think today would be a good day to fish." He let out a chuckle and lifted his mug.

"I'm impressed. No I didn't catch much. I was actually planning on going again right now. Rain is good." He told her and took another long sip. She hummed in appreciation of the information and let her eyes swarm over him. His dark curls were disheveled, as if he only ran his hands through it in the morning and didn't pay it any further mind, and a shade of stubble accentuated his well-defined cheek-bones. His broad shoulders almost made her purse her lips in appreaciation.

"I heard you're an a officer, but are first of all a profiler."

"I am."

"Did you ever find something in someone you wish you hadn't?" her question startled him. She had no idea who he was and they'd just met. This didn't seem like a question she should already feel comfortable with asking. Very confident, inching towards rude. His eyes rested on her free hand that petted Amelia at a steady pace, the German Shepard's eyes were closed in enjoyment.

"I find something I'd rather not find in every person I meet." He answered truthfully, not believing she would find that surprising. She didn't.

"I see you point." She mumbled back and took a pensive sip of her coffee. Her realisation was obviously feigned, but very well faked. She knows how to hide things. Like a wolf smart enough to earse it's tracks with its tail.

"I find this kind of weather very confusing." He placed his empty mug on the coffee table.

"Why?" She's very good in keeping conversations going.

"It shouldn't be this dark in the early afternoon. It's unsettling." He took a slow breath and directed his gaze towards the window.

"It'll clear up any minute now. It's just rain." She shook her head and scratched Amelia behind her ear.

"No, it's not the rain. I don't mind rain. I just don't like this kind of rain. It's like there's no sky." She frowned and thinned her lips, drawing his attention to her mouth. Not as optimistic as she seems.

"It's not because you can't see the sky that it's not there. It'll always come back. Not quite like light after darkness, but more like a calming dream after an upsetting thought." During his speaking his eyes had crawled up her face and he fell silent abruptly when looking into her eyes. They were grey in the center and had a green out-lining, they were vibrant and clear. His breath almost hitched and he glanced away quickly. She held back her bemusement at his reaction to their eye-contact and looked out of the window.

"You're strangely poetic, mister Graham. I did not expect that." He saw that the rain had turned into a light drizzle and got up.

"Please, call me Will. And yeah well, English' has a richness of words and it disappoints me how people always seem to repeat the same ones." She smiled at that and put her empty mug on the coffee table as well, nudging the dog with her ankle as not to startle her when she got up. Amelie jumped off the ground and went towards her owner as he pulled on his jacket again.

"I'll go take a look at your engine. Feel free to stay inside or join me."