Paris, France

Cooper and Jordan were assigned to a new counterterrorism case. A famous model had gone viral on the internet after exploding following a fashion show, causing a massive disaster.

They were lodged in a horrible hotel, where they did what they did best: having sex. Jordan dealt with her insecurities and a hangover after a night of clubbing. He was already a little too old for that — he just wanted to rest and eat something. Both had been assigned to the case because it was believed to be an act of terrorism. At dawn, when they arrived early at the FBI building in Paris, they were informed that this case might be connected to two others from the past two years. Cooper complained about why it had taken so long to inform them about those cases.

The corporation’s director gave them a desk to work at, where they reviewed files of models who looked nothing like their photographs.

They were drinking coffee when a girl approached them, staring.

— And who are you? — Jordan asked, looking her up and down somewhat coldly. In other words, she had been Cooper's partner for the past five years.