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This is only their third case. Olivia didn't imagine it going down quite this way.

He slings his arm around her body with the ease of many years and practice. “I can’t wait to meet me. Just think, that much charm in the same room?”

Charlie ducks his head into Lincoln's office. He quirks an eyebrow at them. "Hey kiddos, enough with the foreplay. Astrid's got a lock on the shifter."

"I love it when you patronize me, Charlie. Gets me so hot," Lincoln quips, his hand leaving her leg and reaching for the gun resting on top of a pile of paper work, sliding it into the holster attached to his belt.

The grin Charlie shoots Lincoln is the sort that only he can get away with: a little shiteater, a little playful. "I know you supervisor types. You like to be topped."

Lincoln blows him a kiss.

You laugh. You've missed this.

Charlie asks, “are you okay?”, as if he's asking after a stubbed toe, voice lazy as ever, but all three of them know exactly what he means.

Olivia paints on her biggest smile, and glances at Lincoln. “I'm perfect.”

“Okay,” Charlie says, “good. Then how about you stop slacking off and do some work, for once?”