When someone opened the door, she adjusted the bag on her arm, “Heya, I’m Natalie. Natalie Harrisson?”

she was trying to figure out the connection between these deaths. the best place to start was the first crime scene. nancy wasn’t expecting anyone else to be here, that’s why she was so surprised to see someone else. she picked up her flashlight and pointed it at the other. “you know, you’re not supposed to be in here. it’s a crime scene.” as if she had permission to be here. but it wasn’t like nancy drew not to sleuth. 

He entered the communications tent, which was set for the soldiers there to call to their families when they had some time to do that, and he put the tablet on the desk with a little more force than he intended. He felt so angry and annoyed, he failed to see there was someone else inside the tent, maybe also trying to call to his home. “Oh, shit... Sorry. I didn’t know there was someone here. Sorry about that.” He didn’t know who that man was, so he figured it was the polite thing to do.

     She smiled weakly, appreciating that Dean was trying to make her feel better as she       put her arms around him by instinct. “Wow...we know each other for a short time and      you’re my biggest fan? Some people might disagree with that statement,” she teased,                           a smile on her face more sincere this time around.

     “I’m not worried about it. Not everyone…can be a fan of mines, no matter how hard I   worked to get where I am today. No, I seem to be handled every little thing” She sighed    deeply, trying her hardest not to be affected by the person’s post on T/witter that she            chose to put her two cents in before blocking them. “I’m fine. Really.”