A/N: I made a drawing of Will and Laura, but I've got no friggin idea how to show it to you guys, I'm so sorry :/ In this chapter there will be a short appearance of another O(M)C. But he won't appear that much.

Also, here's a new chapter which I shouldn't have written because I'm having exams, but hey, nothing can stop the creative process…even college studies on which my future depens…*whimpers*

So here's some more bonding between Will and Laura, which will go on for a few chapters more to be honest, I don't really want them to just hook up.

LePugly: Yes yes, I shall give it to you. Now!

ren-hatake: thank you for following the story! :D

CHAPTER 3:

The blonde glanced down to the dogs as Will reached to open the door, they were bouncing eagerly, ready to follow their master to where-ever he was intending to trot off to.

"It's pretty muddy outside and your dogs still smell of shampoo, so I'll just make sure they don't run off and dirty themselves up." She offered and tutted at the dogs while they left the living-room. Will paused on his porch and threw her a pleasantly surprised glance.

"Thank you." She merely nodded back and turned towards the three animals, pointing to the ground. They let out a complaining whine and dropped their bums on the white wood. He unlocked the makeshift out-side closet and retrieved his toolbox from it. As he headed to the two boats at the end of his pier, she had settled down between his dogs.

"If you need anything just give a yell." She called, her hands already ruffling through the three different furs. From the corners of her eyes she saw him step into the boat and detach the engine, pulling out a plastic sheet and spreading it out on the pier before placing the engine on it. Her gaze traveled upwards, the sky clearing ever so slightly. The heavy and looming clouds crawling away lazily and revealing the clear blue sky. A smile spread her lips apart and the dogs barked and wiggled their tails as they felt how her spirits lifted.

"There's something wrong with the skeg!" Will noted loud enough for her to hear, snapping her out of her content daze. Her eyes zeroed back in on him and she raised an eyebrow.

"Does it need replacement?"

"No, I just have to readjust it a little. Did you get stuck in a chain of a buoy recently?" Laura frowned a bit and shook her head before telling him John might have. He didn't respond and started working. There fell a silence and the sun came through, it's rays hitting the now calm water and reflecting onto Will's house. Laura followed the dogs' example as they searched for squares of reflected sunlight and basked in their welcoming warmth. She inhaled deeply, registering the unique scent of Will's little patch of land: a mixture of metal, wood, weeds, dogs and freshwater, a pinch of male musk probing at her nose. Suddenly the tinkering in the distance stopped with a splash of water. Opening her eyes, she was greeted with the sight of Will turning on the engine to test it. The familiar roar made Laura grin and she gave him a thumbs-up as he walked back down the pier with his toolbox in hand. Gary lifted his head as Will approached, his other two dogs snoring quietly as they soaked up the warmth.

"Fixed it." The noted, his modest smile a mixture of careful pride and smugness at her obvious approval.

"You work fast mister Graham."

"Will." He corrected her again and tucked his tool-box away, locking the worn cabinet.

"I'll send John the bill." He told her and patted Gary's head, stopping next to her, their personal space bubbles barely touching.

"Alright. Thanks again, Will. If you ever need anything just ask." She offered out of courtesy and wiggled her wet shoes back on, grimacing as the slippery cold. He only chuckled at her words, masking the fact that he didn't know if she was just being polite or being genuine. John had never said anything of the sorts. For him it was all about the boats, the money enough of a compensation for Will's services. Which it actually is. Laura gave him a last short wave as she reached the end of the pier and hopped into John's boat. After a few very well measured maneuvers the boats were off, sliding over the water fluently. She's even better at boating than John. Without giving it any further thought he went to get his fishing-gear.

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She locked the door and kicked her shoes off while pulling her dirty clothes out of her purse. After taking two steps into her apartment she stopped dead in her tracks. Slowly she took a deep breath, only now realizing something was off. Every time she left her apartment she pulled her doorknob up slightly, seeing as it wasn't really tightened very well during the assembly, so that the doorknob was hanging perfectly horizontal. However, today - when she had pushed the handle down she hadn't noticed the few extra millimeters of curve she had to push down. The doorknob had been used, or at least touched by someone else. She tightened and loosened her muscles, taking careful control over them and ready to attack, defend or pounce if necessary. Placing her bag on the ground carefully, she hunched and raised herself onto her toes, moving her center of gravity to her stomach to creep around as silently as possible. With clenched and readied fists she slid into her kitchen fluently, her eyes scanning the area and over the bar into the living-room. The blonde pressed herself against the cabinets in crouched position and strained her ear, listening for cracks of the floorboards in her bathroom and bedroom. Her nostrils flared when a small waft of tobacco hit her and her gaze moved to the small terrace. The glass door was cracked open ever so slightly and a shadow was visible against the curtains as the sun beat down against the front of the building. Her eyes narrowed, only a few people would have the guts to just enter her sanctuary and go for a smoke on her balcony. Scratch that, only one person would. She jumped up and hovered to the French window, silently pulling open the curtains and stepping outside. Without warning she raised her hands and slapped the brown-cropped hair sharply. The person yelped and twisted around startled.

"Christ, Laura!" they exclaimed and backed away, shocked by the held back anger in her eyes.

"Jason you idiot, you could've at least let me know you came by today. I was going assassin-mode in there." she grumbled and reached for him. He rolled his eyes and cocked his hip, giving her better access to the pack of cigarettes in his pocket.

"Oh please, I heard you entering and felt that you were right behind me. I just didn't expect being hit, that's all." He waved off and handed her a lighter.

"Jerk." She scoffed and lit her smoke.

"Bitch." He retorted and glanced at her, a grin creeping onto his full lips. Laura shook her head and exhaled closing her eyes at the nicotine rush.

"Do you need anything?" she wondered and leaned against the iron railing, taking in the view of the small town.

"Not really, no." he shrugged his broad shoulders, eyes traveling over her cotton clad back. She smirked and took the smoke from her thin lips.

"Liar." She almost mused, causing him to huff and tap off the ashes.

"Heard you've met Will Graham a few days ago." He noted flatly, Laura rolled her eyes at his statement and straightened up.

"You guys really never do leave me alone. Yes, I have, why? Is he a person of interest?" he pursed his lips, accentuating his sharp cheekbones.

"Depends on his next case. He's a good profiler." She nodded at that and flicked her finished smoke away.

"You do realize the FBI wants him too right?" he scoffed and threw his cigarette over the railing.

"Yes. We'll just give him a choice. If you could choose between the FBI and Scotland-Yard, you wouldn't pick FBI." She smiled lightly and glanced at him.

"Well, I don't know. FBI never offered me anything and I left the Yard."

"S and J send you their regards ." she gave him a frown and went back inside. Weird, they never were the social type.

"I can't help you, Jason. No let me rephrase that: I won't help you. I'm a sailing instructor now."

"Boring." He echoed and closed the glass door behind him, the only reaction he got from her was a shrug.

"So what will you be eating tonight? Pizza? Because I've got a reservation for two." He smiled smugly, the blonde turned on her heels and looked into his coal black eyes for a few seconds.

"French?" he raised an eyebrow at her, indicating that he was disappointed that she had even asked him that.