"William, have you seen my necklace? I put it here on the dresser and it's … gone."

"I took it."

"I doubt it will go well with your tuxedo." Julia laughed.

"I will not be wearing it. And you won't either." William said, coming out of the bathroom and walking to the bedside table on his side of the bed. "I have a present for you." he continued, handing her a jewlery box.

"A present? Why? It's not my birthday." she said.

"Well, if I need a reason to give a present to my wife, maybe I should wait for her birthday then."

"I don't think so, mister." she laughed, taking the box from his hands. "Oh God William, it's absolutely gorgeous." she said, running her finger on the saphire and diamonds. "How did you afford it? It must have cost a fortune!"

"It made me think of you, I couldn't not get it for you. Here, let me." William said, taking the necklace from the box and putting it around her neck.

Julia turned around to see it in the mirror. She brought her hand to the necklace as she locked her eyes with William's in the mirror.

"It's beautiful." she simply said.

"I agree." William replied, looking down her entire body.

"I was talking about the necklace William." she sighed as she saw and felt his hands circle her waist.

"I was talking about the whole." he replied, kissing her neck and shoulder.

"We shoud get going." Julia whispered without conviction as she let herself go back against his body.

"Maybe we should be late." William mumbled in her hair.

"But you said you really wanted to see the exhibit."

"I would rather see something else right now." he said, moving his hands up and down her body.

Julia turned in his arms, kissing him passionately. As she felt him work on the buttons of her dress, the phone rang. She laughed when she heard William groan in frustration.

"I'll go get it." she said, kissing him one last time before exiting the bedroom.

Julia came back a few minutes later.

"Well, it looks like we are going to the gala after all. A body was found and Doctor Blake's discovery was almost destroyed by a crazy man with a hammer." she explained. "I'm quoting George, don't ask anything more, I don't know anything else, except that we are both needed." she continued as she saw the need for explanation on William's face.

When they arrived at the reception half an hour later, Inspector Brackenreid was waiting for them by the front door. William got off the carriage, helped Julia out and took her medical bag for her. Julia walked in before them, following George to the body.

"I thought you were attending the gala." the inspector told Murdoch.

"We were … running late." William answered, blushing lightly and clearing his throat.

"Of course you were. And your wife's magnificient attire had nothing to do with it right?" the inspector laughed.

When William walked into the morgue to see Julia about the dead body, he did not expect to find his wife so furious. She was pacing in her office, a piece of paper in her hands and anger very clear on her face. When she heard him come, she walked up to him.

"It's not my fault, I didn't do it." William said, trying to lighten the mood.

"It's not funny William!" she almost yelled at him, slapping the piece of paper into his chest and walking away to the body on the slab.

William quicly read the document and joined her. Julia sighed when she felt his hand on the small of her back.

"I thought this period when I had to endlessly prove that I am good at what I do was over. I thought I was finally seen as a professional but apparently I was wrong."

"You are not wrong Julia. You are the best pathologist this morgue ever had. These people don't know you." William said, putting the letter on a nearby table. "Once they arrive, they'll have no choice but to recognize how talented you are."

"But it was signed by the chief coroner, William. He knows me and ..."

"I don't think he had much of a choice Julia. Usually these things are decided very high up in the ranks of officials. He just put his signature because it was required of him. He knows how good you are at your job and you know he respects you."

"I know. It's just so … frustrating to have the body right here and … I can't open it William!"

"I know."

"Why are you smiling then?" Julia asked, getting angry again.

"Well, you sounded like a child right now. A child in front of a present she can't open just yet." William laughed.

"That's not funny William."

"I know, I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself." he said, kissing her softly. "Isn't there any way you can examine the body without opening it? Can't you … take pictures of the inside somehow?"

"Yes I can! You are a brilliant man detective." she exclaimed, kissing him and walking up to her office to place a phone call.