The officer squatted on the other side of Audie's lifeless form. "Do you want me to call an-"

Audie suddenly sat up, smacking her forehead against that of Detective Quinn.

"Aaaah!" she screamed, bringing a hand to her head. "God! Get the hell away from me!"

The patrol officer stood up and adjusted his leather holster. "Take this inside somewhere, OK, folks?" He turned and strolled down the sidewalk.

Quinn and Audie sat on the grass cradling their foreheads, stunned, breathing unevenly.

Audie started crying again. "How could you do that?" The words were muffled but full of fury.

"I didn't mean to knock you over, Audie."

"Not that!" she yelled. "God!"

Quinn glanced over at her. His jaw was throbbing. "I'm sorry I accused you of writing the letters."

She groaned in frustration. "Not that, either!"

"Then I'm not sure-"

"Why did you kiss me?" she yelled. "Why did you have to kiss me like that?"

Quinn wondered if he looked as wild-eyed and confused as she did-he certainly felt that way. He raised his knees and let his wrists dangle over them.

"God, I'm sorry. That was inexcusable. You can file a complaint, but I… damn, I just had to do it." He rubbed a hand over his jaw and looked up at her with a frown. "Why did you kiss me back like that?"

Audie sat cross-legged in the grass, her head hanging. "Same reason, I guess." She sniffled. "I just had to." She caught his eye. "I didn't write those letters, you know."

"OK." Quinn stared absently at the tidy houses along the north side of Grace Street, his pulse and breathing slowly returning to normal. He could hear the cheers inside the park, not a block away.

"It never even occurred to me to do that," Audie continued. "But it's a good idea."

"What, kissing me?" Quinn was confused.

"No! Writing the letters!"