Your relationship with Simon was full of life endings and beautiful moments, until the day Simon came home from work, still in uniform, and parked his car in the garage. At least half of it, because there you were, with a bloody baseball bat, a -seemingly dead- burglar on the floor and somehow in shock.

So that's why you called and begged him to drive home from the base immediately.

"Next time you kill someone, don't do it on the concrete floor." Simon said to you as he put the mop in the corner.

He took the baseball bat from you, threw it in his trunk with the corpse along with a can of gasoline and a shovel.

After that, he pulled you to the car, sat you in the passenger seat and drove you far away to clean up your mess.