There was no feeling. No powerful sentiment that she felt when she first saw him. She didn't think to herself that he would be the one, and their eyes didn't catch each other with an emotion more powerful than either of them. Their eyes met hungrily, greedily, with lust. And that was all.

She was attractive, he was attractive. She was lonely, he was lonely. They had both seen aspects of life that no one ever wanted to see. He investigated the bodies that wound up in dark alleyways, and she cut them up on an examination table. They both, however, never took a case lightly. Each victim was one of their own, and by the lengths they both took to help their victims, one would think that they were avenging the murder of a friend or a relative. They were, in a way. "We're all connected," was their usual justification. No one ever took it seriously. They were just humans with a guilty conscience. They realized all too painfully that they were as closely related to the victims as they were to the killers.

Neither of them wanted to continue to return to empty apartments every night, their only company being the faint buzz of the air conditioner. They needed a distraction. Something to take their minds off of human aggression and human weakness. Because, when one thought about it too much, the killers would become more and more human, and both Jordan and Woody would see the kind sides of them. And with killers, you couldn't do that. They were bad, they were social misfits. They were societal misfits. They had to be hated. Too many people proved their humanity by hating them, merely because they were the easy targets. Jordan and Woody had done that same thing for a long time. Every day they would pay for their debt to society by taking out the bad guys. But even doing the right thing would not feel right after a while.

That 's when one knew they needed someone, or something, to provide them with a temporary relief, a temporary escape. When one started to second-guess oneself, everything was at risk. Everything one had worked for, every bit of happiness and pride they had forced themselves to have, would be lost with one simple question. Because with one question, all the others poured in, most definitely uninvited.

So, Jordan and Woody saw, in each other, a possible distraction. She was intriguing with her admittedly troubled past, and he was intriguing with his seemingly innocent one. There was plenty of mystery for each other to uncover. Enough to keep their minds occupied for a while.

And so, they decided to slowly inch closer and closer to one another. With each case, with each look, with each conversation, a little piece of one would be revealed. The other would absorb it thirstily, but make sure that there was enough left for the next time. They knew each other so well now, that they knew how much to give, and what exactly that would be. Because, as they both knew, once the mystery was gone, there would be nothing left. As was always the case in life. There was never really love. Just hidden intrigue and vanity disguised as an affection for one another. It really was an affection for oneself; love made one feel important, treasured, intriguing. The ultimate disguised vanity.

Jordan and Woody were addicted to it.

And so their game of hide and seek continued.