It had been almost six months when she left. This new case must've made Avery call her back, for she was the only one who knew how to get the job done.

"I...uh...what are you doing back?" Riggs asked confused as he put one hand on the back of his head.

"Doesn't matter." Palmer replied. "I'm just here to get things done."

Palmer walked off as Roger looked at Riggs. He knew he still felt strongly for her. He was about to say something and Riggs held up a hand to him and said, "Like I said before, I don't want to hear it."

"I was going to say it seems like she misses you too." Roger replied and followed Palmer.

Later on that night, everyone was so tired from working all day. After going over the case of the two murdered love birds, Palmer was walking out when Riggs called her.

"Hey, Palmer,"

She turned around to face him.

"You want to talk about this?" He asked.

"I told you." She answered. "Avery called me up about the new case and I..."

"No...I mean us." He replied.

Palmer shook her head and said, "Riggs, look, we broke up. I'm only here to do what I need to do and then I'm going home."

"So you don't have anything else to add to it?" Riggs was getting a little impatient with her.

"Okay, fine. I thought about you a lot. I won't deny that I have missed you as well. But I feel like it's best we keep things the way they are instead of starting over where we left off."

Palmer tried to walk off only for Riggs to block her from where she was going.

"Look..." he started, "let's have dinner one night and talk."

"I told you there is nothing to talk about. Now if you'll excuse me."

Two days later...

The case went on into the next two days. It seemed weird that something like this could happen. The families of the victims were contacted and were distraught to say the least. Riggs was sipping on coffee and walking around the hall when he found Denise standing there. She was wearing a cream color off shoulder sweater, leggings and brown boots. She definetly caught the attention of most of the men in the police station. He nearly choked on his coffee at the sight of her. She smiled at him.

"Hello there, Martin." She said.

"Denise...um...what are you doing here?" Riggs seemed confused.

"You don't seem happy to see me again." Denise said.

"No...I...I didn't expect to see you again." Riggs replied.

"Well, you took off the other morning without saying goodbye." Denise teased.

"Oh...I had to be in at a certain time so...you get it." Riggs chuckled nervously.

Denise chuckled back. Riggs ran his hand through his hair and said, "Look...about that night, we had way too much to drink and I just want to make sure I didn't take advantage of you in anyway."

"Of course you didn't." Denise replied. "It was consensual and I wouldn't have done anything I wouldn't have wanted to do."

"Oh, okay, good!" Riggs chuckled. "I get you. I wouldn't want to have made you do something that wasn't right. So I'm happy we got that settled."

"So is that it?" Denise asked. "I'm never going to see you again?"

Riggs sighed and said to Denise, "I'm sure time will tell."

Denise smiled at him until Riggs said, "But, seriously, why are you here?"

"Well..." Denise started, "I got a call saying my ex boyfriend and his new girlfriend were killed and I'm in for questioning as to what I know."

Meanwhile, as this was going on, Riggs had no idea Palmer was watching their interaction. She had to admit she did feel a small twinge of jealousy. Bailey walked over to ask her something when she noticed Palmer looking at Riggs and the beautiful brunette he was speaking with.

"Palmer, you okay?" Bailey asked.

Shaking off her feelings, she replied, "Yeah, I'm good," and went ahead to focus on the case.

Bailey looked at Denise again and followed Palmer after. She mentioned to Palmer, "Don't worry, I wouldn't be jealous of that. He's obviously not interested in anyway."

Palmer let out a sigh of relief and chuckled. Meanwhile, Roger and Avery walked over to Riggs and Denise.

"Riggs, are you going to introduce us to your friend?" Avery asked.

"Oh yes...this is my friend, Denise." Riggs replied nervously.

Roger made a face that said, 'Uh huh...sure...' to where Riggs gave him a look that said, 'Shut up.'

The group walked inside the interrogation room to talk about the death of the two young people.

"I didn't know Brian had died. It's awful." Denise said with panic in her voice.

Avery noticed she sounded like she was crying but she didn't have tears.

"So how did you know him? Did you two date? Were you friends?" Avery asked.

"We dated in college up until we graduated and went our separate ways." Denise said. "In reality it was a toxic relationship...he had a drug problem."

"From the looks of his apartment, he seemed pretty normal." Roger shrugged.

"Then again they all seem normal." Riggs chuckled.

"Brian wasn't over me. He would call me up after we broke up and I told him I was over him. He was saying how he had a new girlfriend...Amber. He was dating Amber but needed to take cocaine as a way to coping with his depression over meI feel bad she had to endure that but what can you do? I just feel bad they died liked that." Denise sniffled. "I'm sorry but this is too much for me to take in."

Riggs sighs and says, "I think we got enough out of her. She obviously doesn't know anything."

"I say you are right. Denise, thank you. Please stay in town. We will contact you if we have any further questions?" Avery said with a smile.

"I won't go anywhere. I promise." Denise sniffled.

"Let me walk you to the elevator." Riggs let her out of the room.

Once Denise and Riggs were out of ear shot, Avery looked at Roger and said, "He slept with her didn't he?"

"Yep." Roger replied.

"Boy, he can really pick them." Avery said in response.

Late that night, Riggs asked Roger, "Are we still going to get my truck?"

"If it hadn't gotten towed away yet." Roger chuckled.

Riggs rolled his eyes at Roger's comment as they both left the police station.

Meanwhile, Denise was at the same bar sipping wine by herself. She looked out the window and saw what looked like Riggs walking out of a car and hopping into his truck. She watched as they interacted and laughed before he drove away. 'He must've gotten it later on after he left.' she thought.

She got up from her seat at the bar, ran over to her car and started to drive, trailing behind him; this would be a good opportunity to where the man of her dreams lived. She trailed him as best as she could without being seen. Once he got to his trailer, she park her car out of distance so he didn't see her. She watched him go inside and walked closer to the trailer and looked into the window to make sure he didn't see her. There he removed his shirt. It was a good thing she had a camera with her, for she was able to get really good shots of the man she believed loved her. She even took pictures of him pouring whisky and drinking his whisky until he shut off the lights and passed out. She smiled at his sleeping form and said, "Good night, my Martin...my love..."