Eddie used the curling tongs to create loose, tousled waves. She was wearing a really cute top- it was black, made her boobs look great, and sparkly. Her jeans made her ass look amazing. And her shoes, a present to herself, were killer (and half of a paycheck). But somehow, she couldn't get excited for this date. This guy looked great on paper- a detective from 7-5, adorable, fun, and most importantly, not her partner.

She thought about Jamie, and guiltily thought that she'd rather be on a date with him, than this detective. She smelled a burning smell. Crap! That was her hair. During all of her daydreaming, she'd forgotten. It was all too much. She sank down onto the floor, and put her head into her hands. That kiss between them, she'd never told anybody this, but… it was electric. She had felt the chemistry between them, for a few seconds,and it was gorgeous. But Jamie, the Harvard lawyer, wasn't into her. Or maybe he was. Either way, he wasn't showing it. After that, he totally blew her off. And she knew for a fact Renzulli had offered to reassign them, so they could be together. But he turned it down.

A tear rolled down her cheek. She set her jaw. She wasn't going to cry. She wasn't going to cry. Oh screw it, she was. She picked up her phone, and texted the detective: Sorry… I got a migraine! Can we reschedule? :). And she had a complete meltdown, right on her bathroom floor. Over Jamie goddamn Reagan.