Because Adam knew he would be labeled a stingy bitch if he didn't share, he got a whole box of churros while Beckett went for the laugh and got herself some kettle corn. They held off on the snacks until they returned to the precinct and discovered Watkins had been a busy little uniform.

'Are those doughnuts?' she asked, eying up the box Adam brought into the conference room where she'd set up shop.

'What have you got for us on the victim's financial files?'

'Plenty of things that would have made his ex's lawyers weep in joy. Are those doughnuts?'

'Let's start with the regular accounts.' Beckett tried to keep her cop on track but Watkins was a lost cause.

'Brennan, you have two seconds to share those doughnuts or it's gonna get ugly,' the officer informed the detective, and Adam grinned.

'These aren't doughnuts, they're-'

But Watkins was already reaching over and popping the lid on the box, groaning. 'You sick, sick bastard. You were holding out on me with friggin' churros? And not just churros, fresh, delicious homemade ones too! Ugh, men. This is why I like being a lesbian, I know how another woman's mind works. What kinds?'

'Cinnamon sugar, chocolate, and some kind of fruit.' Adam pointed them out to his colleague, and wasn't surprised when Watkins took one of each, plunked down in her chair.

'So, right, financials,' she said around a mouthful of sweet pastry. 'Wayne Hill was barely breathing his bills had such a chokehold on him. His hubby was taking him to the cleaners and the fact Wayne was unfaithful with a woman is not earning him any sympathy points. Even after he cut back just about every luxury he had, he was almost at the point of needing to either take out a loan or declare bankruptcy.'

'What about his credit cards? We got confirmation from a second party today that the woman he was involved with was Carolina Witt.'

'Oh, boy, you're gonna love this.' Watkins crammed in the last bite of her first churro, started on the second one like a beaver in need of a sugar-fix. 'He had the joint credit card from his marital account, his own for his personal use, one he used for all school related events and another just for taking out his girlfriend.'

'Four credit cards. Wow.' Adam shook his head. 'No wonder the guy's got money issues. Why is it always the teachers don't know how to control their finances?'

'Same reason cops are called pigs. Don't know how it started but that seems to be the trend,' Beckett replied. 'What can you tell me about the credit card for taking out the girlfriend?'

'Every last nickel he spent on her was from that card, even cash.' Watkins handed over a file that contained Hill's credit card statements from the last fifteen months. 'He'd get an advance and whatever wasn't used, he'd go to that bank and put it back in. Oh, and even better, he'd rented a mailbox at a post-office outlet right across the street from the school. I called over and guess who has the other key?'

'Caroline Witt?'

'The very same Carolina Witt who is also on staff at Calliope Thrace.' She gave a delicate shudder. 'I can't even imagine what it'd be like to have your spouse cheat on you, nevermind that they were playing for the other team while doing it.'

'He bought her gifts and things like that?'

'Jewellery, lingerie, movies, tickets to theatre. They even took a trip to Aruba where they stayed at an Eagle-Bay adjacent hotel.'

'I'm starting to wonder if this guy was gay at all,' Beckett scoffed.

'What does that mean?'

'Eagle-Bay is a world-famous nude beach, Watkins,' she said; when Adam flushed red as a beetroot, she had to arch an eyebrow at him. 'What?'

'Lindsay and I are spending a week in Aruba at the same hotel for our honey-moon.'

'Adam, you're going on your honey-moon with the woman of your dreams, you'd probably turn any beach you went to with Lindsay into a nude beach. This one just happens to do it legally. What else Watkins?'

Watkins cleared her throat of churro crumbs. 'CSU did a sweep of his computer found he had all his bills not shared with Peter done paperlessly, and he sent them to an email used only for that purpose.'

'Knock-knock.'

All three looked over to see Esposito and Ryan hovering in the doorway, holding up a file folder. 'Beckett you got a moment for this one?'

'Sure.'

Beckett left and Adam went back to looking at the credit card statements, hoping his face wasn't as red as he thought it was. It was embarrassing enough to know that everyone knew he and Lindsay were going on a honeymoon - everyone knew what that word really meant - but now that one of the cops knew he was taking his new wife to a nudist colony's hotel, he figured he was going to have to switch precincts at the very least. Maybe even stop being a cop altogether for a while.

'Adam?'

'Mmm.'

'I think it's romantic you're taking Lindsay to Eagle Bay.'

Adam let the sheet he'd lifted from the top of the file slip from his fingers before he looked up at dreamy-eyed Watkins. 'Excuse me?'

'I think it's romantic you're spending part of your honeymoon doing that.' Watkins gave a little shrug. 'Everyone expects a honeymoon to be full of wild hot sex because you're so giddy with new marriage all over you. You're both being honest about it, not pretending it's not going to happen. Plus when you're literally that naked and vulnerable with someone you love, well, that's very sweet.'

Adam thought of the first time he'd seen Lindsay nude - they'd gone paintballing about a month or so after they'd begun dating and they'd gone back to his apartment where they'd shared a shower. She'd told him she wanted to be naked with him in a functional way so she could get used to the idea of physical intimacy, and he'd understood this was the first time she'd been this intimate with a man since her rape. The most physical they'd gotten in that shower was for them to rub soap down each other's bodies and then share a kiss. They had been very vulnerable and naked with each other then too, so to his amazement, Watkins was right - spending some time on a nude beach in their first days as husband and wife would be quite romantic.

'Adam?'

'Huh?'

'Your phone's ringing.'

'Oh, thanks.' He looked at the display, then at Watkins. 'Officer?'

'Right.'

'Hey, baby,' Adam purred into his phone once Watkins had left. 'How's my almost-wife?'

'Good, just missing you. I'm sitting here in a bath tub all hot and wet and wishing you were here to help me...relax.' Lindsay's smile spread wide when she heard Adam's low groan of frustration. 'You alone right now?'

'Unless you count Little Adam who wants to pop up and say hello.'

'I put together out toy box for our honeymoon after I woke up this morning, and I got us a new copy of Dear Diary, the double issue for men and women.'

'Ooh, I like the sound of that.'

'Wanna give it a try right now?'

Adam blinked, held out his phone to look at it in disbelief. 'Lindsay, I'm on the clock.'

'In this story, a young woman is on the co-'

'Yes, Lindsay, we'll have dinner together tonight, I'll be home on time,' he said smoothly as Beckett and Watkins came back in and for once, Adam found himself actually thinking of downers, things like the end of the world would mean no more Big Macs, Kentucky Derbies or hot baths with lime-verbena fizzing salts.

'Can I be your bowl for ice cream?'

'Absolutely we'll have ice cream for dessert. Love you.'

'Love you too.'

'Now that you're done with the pillow-talk with Lindsay, Detective Brennan,' Beckett said with a wry smile.

'You little snitch,' Adam hissed playfully at Watkins, who gave an exaggerated pout.

'I am not a snitch!'

'RJ, Jojo, knock it off,' Beckett teased them both; calling them by her children's names had them both shutting their mouths momentarily. 'We are going to have plenty of time to play next week. Right now, we have a murder to solve.'