Tim almost walked straight into the door when he got back to the station. The words "conjugal visit" had run through his head so many times he couldn't see straight.

After he changed, he went to Grey's office to brief him on the meeting with Lucy.

"So it seems like she's making progress with these women," said Grey. "We need to set up a team to surveil the man who is their outside hookup. See if we can get a bug on his phone and get a better idea of what they're planning. Maybe even see if we can flip him."

"Yes, sir," said Tim, "I'll get on that as soon as we are done here."

"Excellent," said Grey, turning back to the papers on his desk.

"Um, Sir...Lucy mentioned something about a conjugal visit?"

"That's right. We arranged with the guards for you two to meet next week in the conjugal trailer. There's more privacy there, and Lucy will be able to give you more of the details she's picked up." Grey started at Tim for a moment. "That's not a problem, is it?"

"Of course not, Sir."

That week Tim could barely bring himself to write to Lucy. His mind was going crazy. What should he expect when they met up next week? They would finally be completely alone. Did that mean she would go back to acting like his friend and colleague? Or was some of this pretend between them as real for her as it was for him?

L:

I am counting the days, counting the minutes until I see you again. I do my best to turn off thoughts of you during the day so I can work, but at night they come flooding into my mind. As I lie there, searching for sleep, I am consumed with the thought of the way your hair smells, the feel of your skin under my fingertips, the press of your lips to mine. I feel like I will be devoured with need before I see you next week.

Love, Sammy

Sammy –

Seeing you next week is all I can think of too. I have so much to tell you. I want you to know all about my life here. All the things we can't talk about when we are surrounded by people. But more than that, I just want to be alone with you. I want to be so close to you that I can't tell where your body ends and mine begins. I want to lick the sweat off of your skin and feel your breath on my neck. I am counting the minutes until I am in your arms.

- L

Tim spent the weekend unable to focus on anything. He drove to the store and forgot why he had come. He started to cook and then forgot about the food until the fire alarm went off. He took Kojo on so many walks that the dog eventually just lay down and refused to go.

Work on Monday was a disaster. After seeing how distracted he was in the morning meeting, Grey made up an excuse and put him on desk duty. Even there, Tim could barely manage to listen to the people who walked in or give them the correct forms. He started a missing person's report for a woman who was actually coming in about her dog.

After a sleepless night, it was finally time to head to the prison. He fed and walked both Kojo and himself, but he did it all in a haze. All he could hear was the pounding of his own heart.

At the prison, he explained he was there for a conjugal visit. He was taken to a side yard where several trailers stood. The guard unlocked the door to one of them and motioned him inside. There was a bathroom and a small kitchen and of course a bed. Tim moved nervously around the small room. He leaned on the counter and then sat on the bed before finally settling on one of the kitchen chairs. Just as he sat down, the door opened and Lucy walked in.