" Hey, Andy, can you send me the photos of the crime scene? » Asked Mike as soon as he saw his colleague.

The older man threw his device, laughing. « Sure, here you go. »

Mike connected the phone to his computer and started looking through the photos. Dead woman, dead woman under another angle, knife, knife with the dead woman, clutter and broken bookshelf, more clutter, blood in the kitchen, spray of blood in corridor, broken door, handprints in blood on a white surface, skid marks … and … perplex, he looked at the other photo a few seconds.

Was that Nicole? The figure seemed familiar. It definitely was a woman, her back to the photographer, basked in orange and pinkish hues from a sunset. She was sitting on a blanket, on a beach, surfers and lifeguards tower in the background. A bit curious, and wanting to make sure he had all the photos from the crime scene, he flipped to the next photos. Oh...

That was not Nicole! Nope, It was the captain!

A beautiful, romantic shot of their captain. Her long hair curly and wild, blown by the wind. Her eyes had taken a mesmerizing shade of green, the color nearly unreal and probably magnified by the orange halo of the sunset. He had never seen her eyes like that. Sure they were greener when they were outside but never had he seen them that fresh grass color.

And her smile... Another thing he has never seen: that serene, lovely and loving expression on her lips. Her face seemed illuminated. He could understand why Andy decided to immortalize that moment. But how and why they were on that beach… He looked up from his computer and saw the pair of them talking quietly near Flynn's desk, soft smiles on their faces.

He wondered if they had managed to fool everyone and were dating in secret or if they fooled themselves, pretending to be just friends.