Walter rarely had any reason to work cases anymore. His days, as of late, had instead been filled with paperwork.

Today, though, one of those rare occasions had arisen.

How he'd been dragged into this, he didn't know, but a case in the suburbs had called for some undercover work. Him.. and you. Under fake names, of course, but nonetheless shacking up for a week or two.

Married. It'd been a while since he'd been living with someone else.

The street was nice. Fake. Plastic, even, but nice. He'd carried both his and your items into the house, of course.

"Home sweet home."

Skinner muttered under his breath as he hauled a box through the door.