Gabby woke up to the sound of her alarm clock. She got in the shower got dressed and went to the elevator. As the doors were about to close John got on. He was dressed in a suit and carrying a briefcase.

"He looks good in that suit." She thought.

"Hi." He said.

"Hi."

"You look really pretty today."

"Thank you."

"Off to work?"

"Yeah."

"Me to." "I got that paint for you." "Would around seven be a good time to drop it off?"

"If I don't get caught up at work yeah."

"Ok."

"If I'm not home just leave it at my door."

"Ok." The elevator dinged. "Have a good day."

"You to." "Bye."

"Bye."

Gabby went to the precinct. Dolph wasn't there yet. She sat down and started doing her reports. Her mind began to drift to John in the elevator.

They were in the elevator. They kissed. She took off his jacket. He unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off. "Ohhhh." She moaned as he kissed her neck. He took off her bra. They kissed…

"Gabby." Dolph said. "Gabby!"

"Huh?"

"What was that?"

"What was what?"

"That smirk." "What were you thinking about?"

"Nothing."

"That's not a nothing face."

"I was just thinking."

"About what?"

"None of your business."

"Did you meet a guy?" "Holy shit, you did."

"It's nothing." "He's just my neighbor."

"Yeah right." "Let's just hope he doesn't turn out like Rory."

"Well you didn't like Rory from the moment you met him."

"Wasn't I right not to like him?"

"Yeah he did turn out to be a cheating bastard."

"See?" "Here." "I got you a coffee and your favorite banana muffin and a People magazine."

"You didn't have to get me People."

"Well I was buying a newspaper." "So I thought why not."

"Thank you." "Want me to pay you back?"

"No." "It's on me."

"Ok."

"I got a call from forensics on the way up here about the Kimberly Price murder."

"And?"

"Nothing." "No fingerprints, no semen, no fibers."

"So like all the other times, we're fucked."

"Pretty much."

"Perfect just perfect."

Later the night Gabby was at home going over the facts of the Manhattan Slasher case. There was a knock at her door. She got up and answered it.

"John hi." She said.

"Hi." He was holding three buckets of paint. He had a drop cloth over his shoulder. "I didn't know how much paint you needed."

"Two buckets should do it."

"Want any help?"

"Sure." He went in. "Let me just put away this work stuff." She put away the files.

"Bad day?"

"I've just been working on a case I can't crack."

"That sucks."

They were painting.

"Is Gabby short for anything?" He asked.

"Gabriella."

"That's pretty."

"Thanks."

"How long were you married?"

"Five years but I found out he was cheating on me for three." "What about you?" "How long have you lived here?"

"Three years."

"I still can't believe you're an accountant."

"It's a boring profession but it pays well." "Speaking of which who does your taxes?"

"I usually just take them to get done."

"I can do them for you if you want."

"Ok." "Have you ever been married?"

"No."

"Why don't you have a girlfriend?"

"I don't know." "I guess I work to much."

"We have that in common."

"Besides if I had a girlfriend I wouldn't get to be over here talking to you." They both laughed. "You have a real pretty smile."

"Thank you."

Three hours later they were done with the hallway. They both are paint on them.

"Oh I have to pay you for the paint." She said. "How much?"

"Don't worry about it." "Think of it as a welcome to the neighborhood gift."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." "I suppose if you really want to do something for me you can let me take you to dinner tomorrow night."

"Ok."

"Does eight work for you?"

"Yeah."

"Ok." "Goodnight."

"Goodnight."