"The sun watches what I do, but the moon knows all my secrets."
- JM Wonderland

Chris walks down the hall. Somehow it feels strange to be back in LA and knowing that Street had willingly moved to Boston. Yes, she herself had stayed longer in Europe, but how could she have said no? It had been a unique opportunity to develop her skills and discover other paths in her career.
Lynch had only encouraged her, and so had Street at first.
The time difference paired with the respective personal "problems" had made it difficult for them. And after his transfer, she had all but refused to come home. Now she was here again. And Lynch had offered her another position within SWAT.
She is carrying one of her last boxes and is almost in her new apartment when she trips over something.
The box falls with a loud thud and a startled bark responds, immediately followed by a soft "Hey, everything will be fine," and a silence.
When Chris gets up again and looks around, she sees a young Labrador excitedly wagging its tail and getting pats from an unexpected person.

She pulls a face and mumbles, "I'm sorry, I didn't see you guys." while she tries getting her things together again. Again, there is silence in the hallway for a while until Chris sees a hand that helps her pick up the discarded contents of her box.
"You don't need to help, I can do it on my own." It comes out of her a little cool, but what else can she do?

"Chris, Luna was standing in the middle of the hall, that was my mistake. So please let me help you."
Chris rolled her shoulders briefly and then tilts her head and studies the Labrador again. "If she does that a lot, you should work with her more."

A slightly embarrassed throat clearing is the first answer for Chris. And when a security guard comes by and the Labrador sits nicely off to the side next to the wall, Molly explains "She usually gets out of the way," and underlines the situation with a wave of the hand. "I really don't know why she just didn't do that in your case."
Molly reaches for the last picture frame. "Oh, it cracked. I can replace it."

Chris looks sadly at the picture. The memory of Champ, of all things.
"It's not necessary, I'll find a solution. Thank you."
And with that, she takes her box and moves on. She had seen the security people downstairs and one was now right behind them and looked like he wanted to talk to Molly.
If personal security was in the house life was surely going to be interesting around here.

Chris takes the last boxes to her apartment without any further incident and after a short break, she starts unpacking. She is almost finished with the kitchen when there is a knock on the door.
Actually, Chris is not in the mood for anything, especially no door-to-door salesman, but she opens anyway.

Molly holds out a new picture frame and Chris sees the security guard from earlier in the background.
"That really wouldn't have been necessary," she tries again, but a look into the face of the woman across from her says contradiction is pointless.
"I would ask you in, but I think your shadow would be unhappy with it. Is everything okay?"
Molly makes an unhappy grimace.

"Ah, the current case makes it necessary. I hope it doesn't bother you too much. But my father insisted, so did my law firm. This should be over soon."
Chris raises her eyebrows in surprise. "Shouldn't police protection be here then?"
"If the potential perpetrator is a police officer, it is better with a private company. Otherwise, it would be doomed to fail. Besides, it is Deacon's company, as you have surely seen."
The almost dry explanation causes Chris's blood to freeze briefly in her veins.

"Oh, yes, I saw the logo. I'm sorry it's so extreme. But you are in good hands with Deac," Chris tries immediately to steer the conversation in a more positive direction.
"Ah, Deacon is not involved. Owen and his specialist have taken over the organization here," explains Molly shortly before the man in the background clears his throat. She rolls her eyes briefly.
"I have to go back to my apartment, but if I may: you living here, calms me down a bit. Welcome to the complex again and Luna will no longer be in your way."
During the last comment, Chris lets her gaze wander to the happy dog. "No problem and the frame would not have been necessary. See you."

The two women split up and Chris is genuinely surprised that Molly, on the one hand, has a dog and, on the other hand, seems to be reasonably optimistic despite the very frightening situation. The comment that a cop is threatening her makes Chris angry. Out of reflex, Chris checks all of the weapons in the apartment to ensure that they are functional. But she secretly hopes that it doesn't come to that. The evening is relatively calm. The only movement in the hallway is the security service, walking its rounds at regular intervals and Chris finally falls asleep in the new environment.

Chris spends little time in her apartment for the next week. She still has a lot of certifications to renew with the LAPD in order to be fully operational again. But the training is fun. Especially since the familiar faces with Tan, Rocker, and Co challenge her again and again. Nobody can fool her with the sniper rifle that quickly.

On Friday she comes home a little earlier and sees Luna jumping across the park outside. When Chris closes her car door, the dog lifts her head and then starts sprinting at Chris with a ball in her mouth. Chris has to grin briefly, the Labrador had quickly gained trust in her and was now waiting, wagging her tail, for her to throw the ball.

"Well, come on then," Chris calls out and lets the ball fly almost to Molly who is waiting for the two of them, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry, but she seems to have decided you throw better," the young lawyer greets Chris when she arrives.
"It's okay. It's okay." Chris pats Luna on the head and pushes her body a little off her feet.
"Where did you leave your shadow?" Chris gestures around because she can no longer see any of the bodyguards.
Molly blushes a little and giggles. "Uh, he had to dry himself off. Luna took him swimming."
Chris tries to stay serious for a moment but then he can't help but snort. When a figure appears in the distance who rubs his hair dry, which is sticking out in all directions.
"Luna, you can't just play with everyone ... you should take care of your mom."

The young man must have heard her, but he remains polite on his return and greets both women.
"Maybe I have to power her out even more. She's also been finding shoelaces very exciting recently," notes Molly and then holds out a rope to Luna.

After a little while, they part ways because Chris has an early shift and on-call duty the next day. So sleep is important.