AN: 3.1
Transformation
She takes a jab at his clothes and hair cut.
But the more she hears about how well he's doing at the Seattle PD, the more she doubts herself.
It's peaceful here on the island working at the ferries where she can properly clock out and not think about work. She's kicked her smoking habit and makes the time to run every day. Old wounds are healing and she's no longer carrying the weight of dead bodies on her shoulders.
Ah, but she misses it.
She misses the power trip of pulling her weapon from her hip and pointing it, knowing that it could take a life. She misses chasing down a suspect and of breaking the speed limit, her heart racing and forehead sweaty and not knowing if she'll make it. She misses the mystery and the challenge of piecing together the different stories that make up what happened to her victims. She misses the grind of a long but productive day.
Too bad she can't tell him.
Linden smiles, pours him tea and tells him to keep looking for that missing box.
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