Alec was on the balcony now, smoking, to release the stress of the day. Being a detective, he had a lot of anxiety and smoking was one way he got rid of it.

You didn't smoke and you didn't like Alec smoking, not badly, you were just worried about him, and he had made a breakthrough, now he just smoked a cigarette or two, and usually at night. Like now, it was about 2 o'clock in the morning.

You went out onto the balcony, quietly, and approached Alec, hugging him from behind as he blew smoke out of his mouth. You lay your head on his shoulder.

"I know, I know, you don't like this." He spoke, clutching the cigarette in his fingers. "I'll be inside in a minute." He spoke.