Alex was very, very glad for the scotch. That was... just so Gene. Trust him to put his spin on it -- although, really, he was ahead of his time. If this had been the real world, she'd have suggested he go corporate on that idea. She snickered faintly and sipped her scotch.

She didn't pay much attention as he rummaged, finishing her (well, his) report and setting it to print... but then he handed her the little metal D.I. Drake plaque and her chest clenched. Slightly misty-eyed, she looked up at him and caught his hand as well as her named plate. "Gene," she breathed.