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[drwhitly]

Martin had been looking forward to seeing Joan Watson again. Ever since they had met, she was on his mind daily and nightly. So he woke up that morning, attempted to brush his hair, shape up his beard by the prison barber, and await her in his cell.

When the guard came in to bind him, he was surprised that his hands weren't cuffed, but the leash was still there attaching him to the wall; in case he was to run? It was a silly notion, but he didn't complain because he was going to see her that day.

When he saw her figure being let in the first set of doors, he stood, approaching the red line.

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She smiled at his assertion that he'd cook for her, assuming it was a joke. It was still sweet, the romanticism coming through. "Such a gentleman," she murmured.

He gave her permission to rest, and she nodded sleepily, then snuggled in closer, closing her eyes. It wasn't long at all before she drifted off, feeling warm and safe in the arms of a serial killer.