A/n My first Death in Paradise fic. I'd love some feedback on it.

It's in the way Harry acts

Sometimes Harry will stare at a fixed spot for hours, his head tilted in a quizzical way. Some dismiss it, but some know what the lizard is seeing.

It's in the way they never feel alone in the station

Dwayne, Fidel, and Camille are used to the long hours, and often times one of them are alone when the others are out on calls.

When that happens, the air gets a little cooler, and a presence appears. Gentle, undemanding company.

When the three are together, sometimes the presence is there, providing static to the air, as though grumbling. If any of them smile and or laugh at this, well, that's nobody's business, but theirs.

It's in the way they evidence appears

Sometimes, on cases that seem to have them stumped, something unusual will happen. A picture moved on a white board, a new name written, a ghostly push tripping you right where you will end up seeing a critical clue.

Their case closed rates stay very high.

It's in the way birthdays are spent

Each year they call each other on their birthdays, once they had moved on to other things, just to check.

Camille lives in Paris, Fidel heads a team of his own, and Dwayne is retired.

It's always the same thing. Once they are alone, after the parties or other activities, there is a moment where they feel a ghostly embrace.

He never hugged them when he was alive, but they know it's him. They feel the awkwardness the whole time and if they listen closely they can hear grumbles about not being able to buy things once your dead.

It's in the way he sees heaven

First Dwayne, then Fidel and finally Camille. That's the order they leave their physical forms.

When Camille passes on she is as she was in her youth and he is as she remembers him.

Camille looks around not quite sure where she is. Then she sees him. There have been other men, of course, but none like him. "Richard?" she says.

"Finally," he says with his trademark grumpy look.

"What does that mean?" She huffs. Oh how happy she is to be able to argue with him again, she has really missed it.

"I've been waiting all this time in limbo because of you."

"What!?" she exclaims.

"I saw my parents, Dwayne, Fidel, and even Harry, pass on, and I haven't been able too."

"How is that my fault?"

He takes a breath, "Heaven wouldn't be Heaven without you."

"Does that mean you love me?" She asks.

He rolls his eyes and huffs. "What else would it mean?"

That she figures is as close as she is getting to an admittance of love from him. She laughs and kisses him as they are swallowed by a blinding light not unlike the Caribbean sun.