Audrey's POV, watching this bizarre love triangle with an irritated critical eye

I've just spent my past few days chasing down missing tourists who all turned out to be corralled in some abandoned home, the monument to a failed relationship between a troubled bed and breakfast operator and his wife, who ran off with a guy from Michigan last week. Run of the mill trouble, yes, and no one died which is a bonus, but nevertheless, exhausting. So when Duke waltzes in with a woman I've never seen before and Nathan stiffens in his chair and adopts his shocked-wounded battle stance, I feel... supremely annoyed.

I'm introduced, briefly, by a wavering voiced Nathan, and while they discuss the logistics of covering up this unfortunately multi-state trouble, I am studying their interaction intently.

It seems obvious to me from his reaction to seeing her that she and Nathan have some kind of painful history. Possibly a romantic one?

What's more, Duke is shifting nervously back and forth and focused a little too intently on Nathan, very careful not to touch Steph. What happened here, and when? Is she the reason for the rift between Nathan and Duke? Now I'm going to have to pry all of the answers I need out of Nathan when this paperwork is done or I am going to be agonizing about it all day, and he's probably going to get all brooding but keep saying he's fine and... man I'm way too tired for this crap. I'm kicking myself for not realizing that someone out of state was bound to report their loved one missing and send the feds our way. It's nice to know there's a barrier between the troubles and the prying eyes of the FBI, even if it does happen to be a leggy brunette bombshell who makes both of my boys sweat.

After the requisite hour of brooding silence following Duke and Steph's departure, I decide it's prying question time.

"So, you gonna tell me what that was all about?" I ask, waving my pen in a circle, exaggeratedly.

"Hm, what?" He mumbles, looking up from his paperwork and giving me his best expression of feigned confusion. "Oh. Well, a woman from Virginia reported her missing husband and..."

"You know that's not what I'm asking you, Nathan" I say sternly, narrowing my eyes at him "What's the story there, who is she?"

He sighs and rubbing his eyes, leans back in his chair and begins

"Growing up, Steph was one of the summer people. She's from one of Haven's founding families, but her father struck it rich on some real estate development deal and moved them out to the middle of nowhere New Mexico when she was 6."

I nod, my head cocked, making it clear that he needs to go on.

"I spent a lot of summers hanging out with her, the last couple with Duke too and then when we were about 17 it became pretty clear that I wasn't welcome anymore."

"Sounds messy," I know Nathan isn't exactly a chatterbox, but some detail would be nice. "Hot FBI profiler ex girlfriend, hey? Your closet is just full of interesting skeletons..."

"I don't think she was ever my girlfriend, though at times it definitely felt like she was" Oh god, lip pursing, jaw clenching, this chick really did a number on him. "Anyway, she was already on her way to becoming a criminal psychology guru and then she got recruited to the academy right after that summer, stopped coming to Haven. I haven't seen much of her over the past 20 years."

.. but you've probably been following her work closely. Great, now I'm annoyed AND jealous "Well maybe you two should grab a drink at the gull and catch up before she leaves town," I offer.

"I don't know if that's a good idea, Parker" He says, but he seems more relaxed now, his tone less severe. Like the suggestion has absolved him of guilt for feeling happy to see her "Plus, she showed up with Duke, probably wants to spend time with him."

"Well maybe you can all hang out, you and Duke have been getting along better these days" Man, I can be such a bitch sometimes.

"Yeah and I'd like to keep it that way" He said, smirking slightly.

"Fine. Fine. Forget I said anything" I groan

Of course, he doesn't forget, and we spend the rest of the morning sitting in strained silence.