Author's Note: And, sadly, because this is a post-episodic series and, while A/U depending on your perspective, I do not intend for it to wildly deviate from canon events outside of the GSR relationship, the deviation from perfection must begin. Enter Hank.
What were you in high school, a jock or a brain?
I was a ghost…
Let me guess. Decomp in an enclosed space…Use lemons.
Scent triggers memory more acutely than any of the five senses.
"I met someone today," she said casually, stretching out beside him. He fixed her with an impassive stare, one eyebrow arched in imitation of her casualness.
"You did?"
"Paramedic. Name is Hank something or other. Nick caught us flirting at the scene and made fun of me. I thought I should mention it, just in case it ever comes up. Nick talks a lot. Also, Hank asked me to dinner. Decomp seemed to put him off, though."
He forced himself to continue the cavalier façade. "Is this paramedic going to be a problem?"
"I don't think so," she said hesitantly, rolling over to face the wall. "I'll let you know."
For the first time since they had begun this, he felt invisible.
Her hair smelled like lemons.