#thinkingcriminally

Danny couldn't help admiring the car.

If you didn't know a damn thing about cars, you would stop and admire this one. It had beautiful lines- oh god, they didn't make them like this anymore; he loved his Camaro, but this? was poetry in motion. A 1965 Mustang, a car that had amde men weak in the knees for decades.

It was well maintained. Not like Steve's old Mercury; the person who belonged to this car had spent hours restoring it and maintaining it. He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow, half grinning.

He heard someone approaching and turned. A petite, dark haired woman moved towards him. He smiled at her, nodding att he car.

Jennifer Jareau enters a coffee shop with Henry on her hip. She had not talked to her good friend, Amanda for a long time. She walks up to the counter and orders a bottle of pepsi and a chocolate milk. When she pays for them and gets them she turns and almost ran into Amanda. "I am so sorry, I am such a klutz."