Why’d I do this to myself? It’s not enough that my entire life for the past three years has revolved around you, that you have completely changed my life. I would do anything for you, you know. Anything. Lie. Cheat. Steal. Kill, if I had to. I am yours till the day one of us dies. Do you have any idea how strange that is? Me? Commitment? Does the Phrase "Cold day in Hell" give you any idea how strange this is? Who’d have thought that I’d fall in love with you, of all people? Not me, that’s for sure.

It should be a crime to have eyes that blue. Or to have hair that soft. Or to have a voice that completely grounds me to reality while playing a direct role in my fantasies, as well. It should be a crime to be that beautiful and to live with me without being with me. But that isn’t going to happen is it. I’m just your friend. Best friend. Can I live with that? I don’t know. I hope so. It really should be a crime, me falling in love with you. And you not falling in love with me.

When did I get the job of Den mother? I don’t remember asking for this and I damn sure don’t get paid enough for this. My Job description just says that I have to catch the bad guys, preferably while smoking a really good stogie. But no. I’m not that lucky. You’d think that between the two of them they would be able to figure out the obvious. Hell, one of them is a genius and the other one has super senses. But they’re both clueless. I guess it’s up to me to make them see that they belong together.