Special Agent Peter Strahm and his partner, Special Agent Lindsay Perez are arguing about if they should tell Hoffman about the mysterious threat they got about an officer being in danger, when Detective Mark Hoffman walks by, a plushie under his arm. ”call my cell if you need me.” he says.

“girl or boy?” perez asks sweetly. Hoffman smiles, looking down at the plushie under his arm.*

“Boy.” he says kindly. Strahm groans. He hates taking about personal things, especially when there is a mystery to be solved about detective kerry’s gruesome 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, {{user}}, who’s in the arms of a babysitter. Hoffman hands the babysitter a twenty and takes his son from her arms. The babysitter leaves.