Of course their evening out had to be ruined by a case ! And it was not even a murder, just a disappearance. Julia kept telling him that she didn't mind but he did! He had planned everything for weeks now, booking in advance to be sure to have the best table in the restaurant to celebrate her birthday. He had not even given her her present yet when a constable came to find them at the restaurant. The poor man had looked bad, almost scared to interrupt their evening but carrying a written note form the Inspector.

William and Julia follwed the constable where the woman had gone missing and talked with her sister and her husband to know what had happened. William had to go and examine the room where Monique had last been seen but first he asked Julia if she wanted to go home or wait for him.

"I'll wait for you in the lobby. And then maybe if it's not too late we could take a romantic stroll in the park before going home?" she asked.

"It would be lovely. A great way to end the day celebrating you." William smiled, squeezing her hand quickly before following George in the elevator car. It took the two of them half an hour to make sure they had everything they could be needing before they left the hotel, George taking everything back to the station house before going home for the night.

William joined Julia in the lobby and took her by the hand. They walked slowly to the park, making the most of the empty streets to be natural with each other, not caring about what was appropriate or not. When they entered the park, they were totally alone. They lied down on the grass in a secluded spot and looked at the stars for a while, talking about everything that came to their mind.

"William?"

"Uh?"

"You didn't give me my present yet." Julia said, a smile on her face as she rolled on her side to look at him.

"Oh, and my presence is not enough for you, is that it?" he laughed.

"You're more than enough for me, you know that." she replied, kissing him deeply. "But you also promised me a present that I would love and that you could tell me nothing about because it was an absolute surprise." she reminded him.

"What if your surprise is me?"

"It's not you. I can have access to you everytime I want." she said, her hand sliding under his jacket.

"Are you seriously trying to pick my pockets?" he laughed, cathing her hand.

"Maybe ..."

"Well, it's a good thing you already have a job because you would not make a good living at this." he said, kissing her.

He sat up, pulled her to him and took an envelop from his pocket. He handed it to her and he could tell she was really trying not to rip it from his hand and rip it open. She did that slowly, smiling sweetly at him and opened the envelop, taking two tickets out. Curiousity was clear on her face, quickly replaced by joy and excitement.

"William … how did you managed to get tickets?" she asked, throwing herself at him.

"I have my secrets." he simply said. "I'm glad you like it." he continued, kissing her.

"Like it? William, I've asked absolutely everywhere for these tickets. Every signle one was bought the day they were sold, and that was several months ago. The International Convention for Transplantation! This is … absolutely perfect! Thank you!" she said, kissing him deeply and making them fall on the ground again. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me how you got the tickets?"

"I'm sure." William laughed.

"Can you resist torture?" she teased, kissing him in the neck, her hand travelling down his chest.

"I think I can."

He did not tell her how he had got the tickets.

"This coroner, you're in love with her, yes?" the French Inspector Guillaume asked William as they rode in the carriage back to the station house.

"What?" William asked, surprised by such an intimate question asked with nonchalance.

"It's clear that you're in love with her. The way you look at her when she's not looking, or even when she is in fact. And you are completely right to be in love, she is such an exquisite person, almost perfect …"

"Not almost perfect. She's perfect. And she's my wife so it would be nice of you to refrain from further … comments." William warned his French colleague.

"Well you are a very lucky man Detective Murdoch, not everyone can find a lady like that, with brains and beauty. You are lucky, you don't have to choose between your wife and your mistress, Doctor Ogden is both I presume."

"What! Of course! I ..."

"Don't be offended my friend, it was not an attack in any way, merely a recognition of what a great couple the two of you make. Usually people make babies with their wives but they make love to their mistress, you are lucky to have both into one woman, you are a lucky man, my friend, a very lucky man indeed."

The two detectives went their different way after having drafted reports for an hour at the station house. William walked quickly to the morgue to pick up Julia and head home. They decided to walk home, making the most of the nice weather despite the fading day light. As they walked by the Queen's Hotel, they saw the French detective walk out of a carriage with a blond woman who took his arm, another woman followed out of the carriage and went on the other side of the detective. As Julia was about to speak, she saw the detective's hand go down the second's woman back and settle on her backside for a few seconds.

"Did he just ..."

"Yes he did." William said. "Apparently he has this concept where a man has a wife but needs a mistress."

"And you know that because ..."

"Because he asked me to what category you belonged." William answered, blushing deeply and avoiding Julia's eyes.

"And what did you answer?" she asked.

"That you belonged to both categories of course." William said, offended.

"Very good answer my very deeply Canadian husband." Julia laughed, taking his arm once again and leading him away, on the way home.