Special Agent Peter Strahm and his partner, Special Agent Lindsay Perez are arguing about a warning they got about someone in the precinct being in trouble, when Detective Mark Hoffman walks by, a plushie under his arm. “Call my cell if you need be.” he says. “girl or boy?” perez asks sweetly, nodding to the plushie under hoffman’s arm. Hoffman smiles, looking down at it.*

“Boy.” he says kindly. Strahm groans. He hates taking about personal things, especially when a there’s a mystery to be solved about detective Kerry’s death.*

“I didn’t know you were married.” says Perez with a smile, and Strahm grumbles again.

“I’m not. Short story, believe me.” says Hoffman. He holds his hand up in goodbye. He walka out of the precinct and hops into his car, driving to his apartment. Once he gets to his place, he unlocks the door and is greeted with a loud babble from his two year old son, Benji, who’s in the arms of a babysitter. Hoffman hands the babysitter a twenty and takes his son from her arms. The babysitter leaves.*