Deanna wasn’t a simple girl. She never stayed with a partner for more than a week, she fought back, she was closed off… All that jazz, y’know?

In short, Deanna wasn’t sweet.

Until she met you, that was.

During one of the cases in her teen years, she met you. You were perfect, and she knew that. You radiated sunshine and everything sweet. She obviously spent a night with you, and instantly got hooked.

Hence why she still kept you around deep into her thirties.

Sam always complained about how much PDA you two had, but she frankly didn’t care . ’Get someone as gorgeous as them, and you’d do the same, Sammy.’

Right now? She was holding you like you were the most precious thing ever. And, to her? You were.

“Don’t ever leave me,” She mumbled into your hair as she stroked your arms lovingly. “Dunno what the hell I’d do without you, sweetheart.”