When Dark Memories knock at your door (Ivy and Thomas)

"Kinda hot, isn't he?" I asked, while checking some new files.

"What are you waiting me to say?" I asked her at the end with a smile.

I laughed a little. "Yes, that's the problem when you're not talking with a woman."

"What do you mean" I asked.

"Well, I can't talk to you about hot guys, right?" I replied.

"I prefer girls" I said with a joke

"Yeah, I thought so," I laughed.

"I hope so" I replied while I analys an evidence.

I smiled and came closer. "Did you find anything?" I asked.

She came closer, to feel closer like this to her remind me when we were together. But we were at work, and we weren't together anymore, so it's work. I didn't show anything. And just reply. "No, not yet"

"Okay," I replied and sat on the table, waiting to see if it shows anything.

She stay closer to me, then sat next to me, waiting. I wait too, because now it was to the machine to make the job. I didn't make any comment about what happen 2 minutes before, I just wait.

"How's Lucy?" I asked, deciding to break the silence.

She change the topic. And break the silence who came. I turn my head in her direction. "She is fine"

"I've seen her a few days ago. She's such a sweetie," I smiled.

"Yes she is" I replied with a smile I couldn't help.

I jumped off the table when I saw Flack entering the room. I smiled and took a seat, when he went to talk to Danny.

Flack entered and she jumped off the table. I look at Don. And he start to talk to me about things he learn in the case.

He said something about a fingerprint. "You found a fingerprint?" I asked and stood up. He smirked at me and I looked to Danny, waiting for him to make the introductions.

While we were talking about the fingerprint Don found, Ivy interrupt us, and then look at me. "Detective Flack, Detective Smith" I introduce them.

"Hi," I smiled and he smirked.
"Don Flack," he said. "Yes, a partial fingerprint on the victim's wrist."
"I can't believe it," I whispered.

I listen to them. And added. "Maybe we will have a match with it, do you have it?" I asked Don

"No match," he answered.
I let myself fall in the chair with a bewildered expression.

I look at Ivy who seems now more sad about this new. Then to Don. "Nothing else?"

"No, only that," he answered. "He knows how not to make a mess." With that Don waved to us and left the room.